Zheng Sheng held the bowl in his hand, looking at the pale yellow liquid in the bowl, he was a little dumbfounded, so he frowned and took another sip carefully.

The feeling was still cold and delicate, and he said to himself: "What's wrong?" What about okara? "It can't be that his throat is no longer painful, right?

Thinking of this, Zheng Sheng lay back into a blue and white moire satin futon in pain, feeling very uncomfortable.

"In this backward feudal society, no TV, no mobile phone, even if it doesn't matter, it still tortures my throat. And also...... Alas. Zheng Sheng thought of something, sat up again, picked up the bowl and took another big sip, "No, no, this soy milk is not right!" ”

Take another sip, "It's really not right." It's not an illusion, it's really not pulling your throat. Staring at the bowl and thinking of various possible reasons, he picked it up and walked out of the room.

It is a courtyard near the mountains and rivers. There are two rooms on both sides of the backyard, and the outside of the wings is full of flowers and plants, and there are about forty or fifty square meters of open space covered with bluestone. Looking out of the courtyard, you can see the green mountains in the distance, and hear the rushing water, when the sky is just bright, the sky is hazy, quiet and serene.

Zheng Sheng walked out, he was already familiar with everything here, and walked straight into the kitchen near the front yard in the east wing. Putting down the bowl in his hand, he began to search, and finally found what he was looking for in a small jar next to the stove: soy milk.

Pouring the soy milk in the jar into another bowl, Zheng Sheng took a sip with a solemn expression, cold and throat-pulling, Zheng Sheng frowned and drank it, and then drank the one in the previous bowl, which was delicate and did not pull his throat.

"It's really different." Zheng Sheng scratched his head and thought for a while, realizing that this was the result of something, so he laughed heartily.

A little girl ran over in fright, she stared at her eyes that were still a little confused, and said in a humble voice: "Shizi, what's wrong?" Yikes! Why did you come to the kitchen again? Get out! She snatched the bowl from Zheng Sheng's hand and pushed him out.

She's not very old, she's only eight years old now. Although she is only one year older than Zheng Sheng, her strength is something Zheng Sheng can't compete with. Zheng Sheng resisted, "Qing'er, wait a minute, I'll show you something good, and I'll go out by myself." ”

She asked curiously, "What is it?" ”

"This." Zheng Sheng gave her the bowl.

Qing'er took the bowl and said helplessly: "Shizi, isn't this soy milk?" ”

"It's different."

"Different?" Seeing that Zheng Sheng didn't seem to be joking, Qing'er took a sip, "It seems to be a little different." ”

"This bowl."

Qing'er took another sip suspiciously, and she also felt the difference: "Shizi, where is the bean dregs?" Why is there no okara in this bowl? ”

Zheng Sheng walked out with a smile, "It's a secret. ”

Zheng Sheng walked out of the courtyard and came to the river. At this time, the sun had just risen, and Zheng Sheng was in a good mood looking at the green and beautiful world.

He started running.

Running along the river at first, then turning into the mountains, this is a road into the mountains.

Zheng Sheng has been here for three years, even though he is nominally seven years old.

Speaking of which, Zheng Sheng originally lived in the 21st century, he had just gone through the college entrance examination, had already survived high school life, and was about to enter college.

Maybe it's because my body was too overdrawn in high school. As soon as he finished the college entrance examination, as soon as he relaxed, he collapsed. High fever to the point of unconsciousness, wait until you wake up again......

The world has become a sea of vicissitudes.

For three years, Zheng Sheng accepted the reality that "he crossed over".

In three years, Zheng Sheng has adapted to life here.

In three years, Zheng Sheng understood which era this was.

Now it is the Great Jin, the seventh year of Taikang.

Fortunately, he has not forgotten all the history as a science student. Fortunately, in the Pingwu War seven years ago, his father worked hard to make a contribution, and was named the Marquis of Danyin Pavilion by the imperial court.

He corroborated each other based on his own memories and reality. finally determined that he was in the Western Jin Dynasty after the Three Kingdoms.

He has seen various forms of Three Kingdoms stories and is familiar with the characters of the Three Kingdoms.

But there are only a few fragments of memories about the Western Jin Dynasty in his mind, and they are all bad words.

For example, Emperor Hui of Jin, who asked the people why they couldn't afford to eat and didn't drink meat porridge, then the Rebellion of the Eight Kings, the Five Hu Chaohua, and the ......

Nope. That's all Zheng Sheng remembers. As a "time-traveler", I don't know much about this era, what should I do?

But it doesn't matter. The key is that he remembers that the Western Jin Dynasty seems to have existed for a very short time, and it is very likely that he will have to face Wuhu Chaohua. When the time comes, what will he do? How can a little son of Tinghou survive in troubled times?

The way is to have, after the Western Jin Dynasty, there is the Eastern Jin Dynasty, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty is in Jiangnan, and he can run to Jiangnan. And his home is in Shunyang County, Jingzhou, not too far from Jiangnan.

After having this idea, Zheng Sheng began to do one thing, running. There is no doubt that when fleeing, a person who can run and is physically fit is more likely to survive than a person who is out of breath after walking two steps. Since last spring, Zheng Sheng has insisted on getting up early every day to run.

In addition, Zheng Sheng also intends to increase nutrition for himself and make himself stronger.

Zheng Sheng began to eat meat desperately, but eating only meat was not good for his health. Zheng Sheng began to look for other nutritious foods of this era, such as eggs, tofu, soy milk, etc. There is milk, but goat milk, Zheng Sheng has tried it, and there is a sheep's anger, he really can't bear it, so he can only give up.

Regarding soy products, Zheng Sheng can only secretly complain, the soy milk here is ground out with a stone mill, although it is also filtered, it still tastes very suffocating, but Zheng Sheng endures it.

A bowl of soy milk a day is essential, and Zheng Sheng puts this bowl of soy milk before running every day.

This is a bit bitter Qing'er, in order to cook the soy milk that Zheng Sheng drank in the morning, Qing'er got up earlier than Zheng Sheng. As a maid, she has to rest after Zheng Sheng sleeps every day. Qing'er, who gets up early and is greedy for darkness, naturally points to her dark circles and often complains.

In the past two years, Zheng Sheng and Qing'er have been with each other day and night, as a former young man in the new era, he doesn't care about any dignity and humility at all. Even with Qing'er's personality, "those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black", and it is also common to quarrel with the owner, be dissatisfied and complain. This is simply unimaginable for the Jin people.

Regarding Qing'er's sleep problem, he recently has a new approach. Zheng Sheng told Qing'er that she could cook a bowl of soy milk the night before and put it on the table at his bedside. Wait until the next day he wakes up and drinks. Now that summer is coming soon, you can drink it cold.

Qing'er dared to talk to Zheng Sheng for a few words, but when it came to safety issues, she didn't dare to be careless: "Shizi, let it go overnight, it's cold, you will have stomach trouble if you drink it, right?" ”

Zheng Sheng understood her worries, "Don't worry, you won't have a tummy." Moreover, the freshly cooked soy milk has to be cooled before drinking, which delays me a lot of time. ”

Qing'er couldn't resist Zheng Sheng, so she had to comply. After observing for a few days, she found that Zheng Sheng showed no signs of illness, and she finally went to sleep with peace of mind.

However, Zheng Sheng is still obsessed with the okara in soy milk. Although it is not so bad that it is not awkward, after drinking soy milk, the throat always has to protest.

Zheng Sheng pondered his own grinding bean mill and improved the gauze for filtration, but it seemed that there was no slurry at all, and after boiling and drinking it in his mouth, it was still unbearable.

Qing'er couldn't understand this: "Soy milk is such a sweet and delicious food, you still have to drink it with a sad face." Why do you think about getting rid of the bean dregs? Soy milk and okara are both ground from beans, is it still soy milk without okara? ”

Zheng Sheng also agreed with Qing'er's words, of course, it is not soy milk without bean dregs. But you can grind the okara very finely so that your throat is not harmed.

Just as Qing'er couldn't understand electric lights, she couldn't imagine that a machine called a soymilk machine would appear more than a thousand years later, and naturally she couldn't understand what "no" bean dregs were soymilk.

Zheng Sheng's forehead was sweating slightly, he had already run two or three miles.

It's time to go back, Zheng Sheng thought.