The First Emperor certainly wouldn't try a new food that had not been proven himself.

CRRC Fu Ling Zhao Gao naturally became a taster.

Zhao Gao did not hesitate, and decisively swallowed the red chili pepper whole.

Then, the whole face, visible to the naked eye, turned red.

The coolness of eating raw chili peppers is not something that ordinary people dare to experience, especially in this era, most spices are mainly spicy, and there are few pure and spicy foods like chili peppers.

It's a kind of straightforward stimulation of the taste buds.

Spicy is a sensation of pain, not a sense of taste.

Zhao Gao was stunned that he didn't eat it, didn't dare to vomit, didn't dare to chew, didn't dare to swallow.

"Spit it out......" The First Emperor noticed Zhao Gao's expression and waved his hand.

Zhao Gao spit out the half-chewed chili pepper and slowed down for a long time before expressing his feelings.

"Your Majesty, this thing is extremely spicy, it may be used for seasoning, and it is eaten directly, which is unbearable for ordinary people." Zhao Gao felt that his mouth was numb, and he thought that it should have been swollen, but he couldn't see it.

Zhao Gao couldn't see it, but the First Emperor could see it.

Even with the seriousness of the First Emperor, he couldn't help but laugh, but as a master of expression management, the First Emperor just chuckled and waved his hand: "Stand down." ”

Zhao Gao hurriedly retreated, although he had already spit out the chili pepper, but now he felt that his mouth was on fire, and he wanted to drink water!

After Zhao Gao left, the First Emperor looked at the red chili pepper and remembered the smile on Zhao Gao's swollen mouth and face, but he couldn't hold it back.

Fortunately, it was Zhao Gao who ate first.

"The taste is ......extremely spicy," the First Emperor had a pensive look on his face.

In the end, he couldn't hold back, but remembering Zhao Gao's embarrassment, he just gently broke off a small point and put it in his mouth.

"Hmmm......"

It didn't take long for the First Emperor to spit out the chili pepper in his mouth.

Pure spicy, not fragrant......

This is the end of the curiosity about the new species!

……

The next day, the morning sun rises!

The local government in Langya is busy again.

Although there are more than 400 crew members who have just returned, and most of the crew members have lost their tests, even if they are not lost, they need to be updated due to the change in age.

But I have to say that Daqin's administrative efficiency is really high.

One morning passed, and a group of about 100 crew members had already obtained new inspection certificates, and after receiving the dry food and travel expenses, they said goodbye to Zhao Si one by one and prepared to return home.

An afternoon passed, and most of the people had already received the test pass and could leave.

There are dozens more who can't leave.

This group of people is troublesome, and most of them have forgotten where they came from.

Most of the people who followed Zhao Si to seize the ship and go to sea were boys and girls who grew up with Zhao Si.

Some children still remember their original place of origin, home address, and family name, and in Daqin, an era dedicated to population records, it is easy to find their original home as long as they remember these things.

Basically, as long as the people are registered, whether it is relocation, separation, death, or other circumstances, the local government will keep a record.

What's worse is that a group of children have forgotten their place of origin when they grow up for various reasons, and some even forget their original names, and some vaguely remember which county their home is in.

They longed to return home, but they left home at a young age, and now, the belief that had supported them to cross the sea, only to look back and suddenly realize that they had long forgotten where their home was.

Zhao Si is also registering his place of origin to obtain a new identity certificate.

Because his test was lost a long time ago, he didn't test this thing when he crossed it.

I don't know where my home is......

"Origin?" Formulaic questioning by the clerk.

"Forgot ......," Zhao Si replied honestly.

"When I went to sea, I encountered a storm and hit my head, and I forgot about it." Zhao Si added.

The official frowned, and then registered Zhao Si's name and said, "You will have to wait for a while in such a situation." ”

Zhao Si's situation is not very rare, and there are many crew members who have completely forgotten their origins, making him a bit unremarkable as a traverser. He just forgot a little cleaner than the rest of the crew.

After going back, there were many crew members who were packing up their things and preparing to go back, and there were also many crew members who seemed to have packed up and were waiting for Zhao Si here.

"Brother!" A crew member grabbed Zhao Si's arm.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si kicked him in the ass.

Say goodbye one by one, leave one by one.

Some rejoice, some sob, and some reluctantly.

Because of the dual factors of golden finger and psychological age, Zhao Si has been the backbone of most of the crew since he was a child.

Even later seized the ship and went to sea, which became the support of their ideas.

In a strange place, above the sea, only Zhao Si is worthy of their lives.

"Brother!" The black, thin and short Jing also stood in front of Zhao Si.

"Let's go!" Zhao Si rubbed Jing's head.

"Brother, I'm going to stay for a while." Jing smiled and sat on Zhao Si's bed.

"Not going home?" Zhao Si frowned.

"I still have a brother at home, I have already written a letter to my family, which was sent by the post station, and I want to be with my brother." Jing said.

One by one, Jing knew that Zhao Si might be going to Xianyang City.

And he also knew that Zhao Si no longer remembered where his home was.

The long road home has been completed under the leadership of Zhao Si, and Jing wants to follow Zhao Si again.

"If you are not familiar with the life in Xianyang City, you must have your own care." Jing patted the bed and pointed to the neatly arranged jar on the side.

"And I promised to send everyone home before, so I can't let my brother do this alone."

Zhao Si looked at the neatly arranged clay pots, his eyes slightly dimmed.

Inside the clay pot, there are ashes.

There is no way, when you sail at sea, you are most afraid of the plague, and the road is far away, so you can only be cremated, and you can't leave the whole body.

Each clay pot has a bamboo stick on it, and the corresponding place of origin is recorded, and the clothes they wore before their death and the things they usually used are pressed under the clay pot.

Of course, there are also some who don't remember where their origins are, and only ask Zhao Si to take them back to Daqin and settle down.

Zhao Si took the crew to nine hundred, and only more than four hundred survived, which is largely due to his golden finger.

Of the remaining 500 people, only more than 200 ash jars remained.

More than half of the unlucky ones either fell into the water and could not even recover the bodies, or because the ship capsized and the ashes jar sank in the sea with the boat.

Zhao Si didn't have much sense of substitution for this era at first.

Although it would kill people during the time of Fuso, it was not so frequent.

On the contrary, more than 900 people who were taken out to sea by Zhao Si died after such a long time.

The most important thing is that these guys get along day and night, and they have great trust in Zhao Si.

At the beginning, Zhao Si just wanted to leave his own mark in this special era, satisfy his adventurous psychology, and accomplish some unprecedented feats.

The crew themselves are also the objects of exploitation.

Later, Zhao Si really wanted to take them home.

"yes, I have to send everyone home." Zhao Si looked at the remaining jars on the ground.

Most of them have been taken away by the crew members who have returned home, and a small number of them have not stopped by the way, or have forgotten their specific place of origin before they die.

There are more than fifty ash jars left, waiting for Zhao Si's disposal.

Perhaps because of the effect of the golden finger, Zhao Si's memory is very good, every time he sees the name written on a bamboo stick tied to the altar, the corresponding picture can appear in his mind, as if that person is really living in Zhao Si's memory.