Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

Inside the Daqin Palace.

Zhao Gaozheng was very vivid, talking about today’s scene in the Confucian Mansion,

"Your Majesty, didn't you see that Kong Jia's old face is all green."

"Still begging to say, I want to see your majesty!"

"The old slave is called Shu Chang in his heart."

Qin Shihuang laughed after hearing Zhao Gao's return.

"Okay! Hahaha, I didn't expect this old man to have today!"

"In the past, I called him into the palace, and he pushed back a lot, but today I want him to taste it!"

Zhao Gao then said again,

"But this person's reaction is really fast, the old slave just gave him the paper."

"In a moment, he understood the secret."

Qin Shihuang didn't have the slightest surprise, and said lightly,

"As the leader of Confucianism, he must be a person of great wit, and I have given so many hints. It is not surprising that he can see it so quickly."

Zhao Gao echoed the Dao at this time,

"Your Majesty's words are extremely true, but these talents are extremely wise, and they are no match for the sons."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang smiled contentedly, but soon returned to normal.

"Lang'er is indeed good, but he is still too young and capable. It would be nice if he was sober a few years earlier."

If a few years earlier, he hadn't started taking those poisons...

Just when Qin Shihuang began to dream about it, a report came from outside the door,

"Your Majesty, the Confucius Mansion has sent a letter."

Zhao Gao hurriedly took it and sent it to Qin Shihuang.

After reading two lines, Qin Shihuang laughed again.

"Hahaha, this old man is not going to do things for my son obediently!"

"I really want to see what his expression looks like when he knows Lang'er's identity at that time!"

Zhao Gao naturally guessed that the other party had succumbed, and he said with some worry,

"It's just your Majesty, if this is the case, will Young Master Lang's identity be discovered?"

Qin Shihuang put away the letter and said,

"It's okay, Kong Lao'er thinks highly of himself, and will definitely not take the initiative to say his own identity."

"Lang'er himself is thinking about rebellion, so naturally he won't say much."

"As long as we go, avoid this old man, don't be too public."

Zhao Gao did not find any loopholes, so he said sincerely,

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Qin Shihuang said at this time,

"Let the craftsman make paper according to Lang'er's method as soon as possible, as well as this printing technique."

"With these two things, Baijia of Zhuzi is nothing but what I have in my bag."

"Yes!"

Zhao Gao took the warrant and left the palace.

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Inside Zhaolangzhuangzi.

Zhao Lang got up earlier today.

The main reason is that Hef and they haven't come back yet, these teenagers have to watch.

In the small yard, a pot of porridge is placed on the table that Zhao Lang has created.

A group of teenagers in tattered clothes stared at the porridge.

They can only see such a thick porridge during the Chinese New Year.

The life of ordinary farmers in Daqin is not very easy.

Wangcai shared the porridge with everyone, and said,

"You have accumulated great virtues, entered the Zhuangzi, and met the son, you go and ask, who will give breakfast!"

Zhao Lang showed a faint smile on the side. Since he promised these young people to be full, he would naturally do it.

Anyway, there is no shortage of food in Zhuangzi now.

After the potatoes come out, there is no shortage of them.

Only soon, a scene of chaos appeared in the small courtyard.

In order to get the porridge first, the teenagers huddled together in front of them and almost started fighting.

Several of them were relatively short, and they all fell to the ground.

This is their law of survival, whoever grabs it will get it.

"Return them all to me! Otherwise, everyone won't have to eat!"

Zhao Lang stepped forward and frowned.Although he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, there is no difference from the snacks.

It is much taller than these teenagers, and has more special physique.

Directly suppress this group of teenagers.

Facing most people in Zhao Lang bowed their heads, they still had the courage to die, watching Zhao Lang stubbornly said,

"You... Patriarch, you said that we were full."

"You are so courageous! You dare to speak to the son like this!"

When Wangcai saw this scene, he scolded it directly.

Zhao Lang didn't care, the reason why he chose these young people.

It is for the youthful vigor that they still have in them.

Look at Wangcai. Although he is still young, he has been trained as a qualified servant by Fu Bo and the others.

"Yes, remember that I am the owner of the house."

Zhao Lang smiled.

"I have indeed promised to control fullness, but you have to abide by my rules when you are with me."

"Now, all of you, form two teams from low to high!"

Zhao Lang didn't talk about unity and friendship. Who wants to listen to this?

Just force the order directly.

Under the temptation of food, the teenagers stood in accordance with Zhao Lang's command and began to serve porridge one by one.

Soon, there was the sound of porridge drinking in the small yard.

"Give me a bowl too."

Zhao Lang picked up the bowl and said.

"My son, this..."

Wangcai hesitated.

This porridge is actually good, but it's only relatively speaking.

Compared with Zhao Lang's usual food, there is still a gap.

"What? You can't drink this porridge?"

Zhao Lang smiled.

"No, no, no."

Wangcai quickly denied it, and then gave Zhao Langsheng a bowl.

Zhao Lang carried the porridge and drank with all the teenagers.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Zhao Lang said,

"Every morning from now on, my breakfast will be the same as theirs."

Hearing this, the eyes of all the teenagers in the yard looking at Zhao Lang suddenly changed slightly.

Wangcai couldn't refuse either, so he could only think about getting the kitchen to make the ingredients better.

Then he said to the dying on the side,

"After that, you will queue up every day to get the porridge, go to death, you will arrange it."

"You have to wait for everyone to get the porridge before you can get it, understand?"

Looking at Zhao Lang to death, he frowned, as if he didn't understand why he could only eat in the end.

"Understood."

To die and finally to return.

Zhao Lang nodded then, ready to go to see how the small venue he wanted.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a few people at the gate of the yard, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Uncle Heifu, when did you come back."

Zhao Lang quickly asked.

Hef returned,

"Just arrived."

"My son, when we went back to collect people yesterday, we were already planning to go back to Zhuangzi."

"Unexpectedly, I met a group of people fleeing the disaster, so it was delayed."

"Escape?"

Zhao Lang frowned slightly, he didn't remember any major natural disasters in the Qin Dynasty.

Hefu smiled bitterly.

"It's not easy to say at this time, but I have dozens of more children here."

Heifu pointed back, and Zhao Lang saw that there were men and women, and dozens of pairs of big eyes looked at him.

"Let the kitchen cook some more porridge!"

Zhao Lang didn't ask more, turned around to arrange food.

Look at the busy figure of Zhao Lang, and then look at the eyes of the children looking at Zhao Lang.

Hefu gave a wry smile and said to several old brothers of own,

"Brothers, I am afraid that the life of our child will be given to the son."

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