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

Qin Shihuang had a dozen daughters, in fact, each of them was treated very well.

Prosperity and wealth, this is the most basic.

As Qin Shihuang's most beloved daughter, Ying Yinman, not to mention it.

But Ying Yinman knew that she would one day be used as a tool for marriage, just like other emperors.

Married to various ministers, sons of a family.

This is normal.

Before coming to Zhuangzi, she had already accepted this fate by default.

But now, when she saw a maid of Zhao Lang, she could choose freely.

She suddenly became unwilling.

"If you marry him..."

Ying Yin Man's face flushed.

But it quickly occurred to her that she had almost conflicted with the other party just now, and she decided to reconcile with the other party.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already left with Su, and the scene had already become like this, and the setting sun would definitely not be able to stand.

"Patriarch, blame me."

Su said with red and swollen eyes at this time.

Zhao Lang touched her head and said with relief.

"You don't blame you for this, but the idiot Big Dog."

Speaking of Big Dog, Su said with some worry,

"That big dog..."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"It's okay, just lie down for a few days."

When he hits people, he still has some tricks, which won't hurt the big dog's bones.

Of course, the suffering of flesh and blood is inevitable.

"You take a good rest, and every day from now on, I will take you out to relax."

After Zhao Lang finished speaking, he turned around and left without giving Su a chance to refuse.

Today, Fu Bo has prepared all the iron-making things.

Let the blacksmith Wang Tiezhu get out the iron plow of the Quyuan Plow, and then build an iron pot.

He really had enough of the rice-battered food on Zhuangzi.

Only when I went to the gate of the yard, I met acquaintances again.

It was the same girl who stood in front of the yard.

"Say anything."

Zhao Lang was upset, and tried not to say the next four words.

Ying Yinman heard that Zhao Lang had a bad tone, and couldn't help but squat.

With that round oval face and enlarged eyes, it looks extremely pitiful and lovely.

This is the weapon she used to deal with Qin Shihuang!

Every time she uses this trick, Qin Shihuang will satisfy her no matter what she wants.

But Zhao Lang has read countless movies in his life, Internet celebrities, domestically produced...no, domestic and foreign, what kind of beauties have not been seen?

That's it?

"What are you stunned? Something is okay?"

Zhao Lang urged.

Ying Yinman was stunned, this man was not moved by her beauty?

"You just did a good job."

Ying Yinman hesitated, then raised his head and said.

After speaking, he nodded, as if he could praise Zhao Lang, the other party should be grateful.

Zhao Lang squinted his eyes, and he could see what the girl was doing.

She is apologizing.

Zhao Lang was shocked. Is this girl so arrogant?

If it were not for his flexibility, he thought the other party was inspecting.

Silently sighed.

His father's partners are all older.

And these second generations seem to have few normal brains.

The cause of rebellion was hit hard again.

It seems that I can only rely on myself.

"Okay, I see, please let me please."

Zhao Lang directly pushed the opponent away with his hands.

The blacksmith at home is still waiting, who is spending time with her?Although the other party is indeed a lot of good length.

But Zhao Lang never looked at people's faces.

He doesn't care whether a woman looks good or not.

If you want to see some beautiful faces, take a mirror and take a picture.

He pays more attention to feelings and communication.

So for Xiao Qi Xiao Jiu, he has to pay more attention to it instead.

Ying Yinman, who was pushed away, had a dull face, looking at the back of Zhao Lang leaving, a triumphant look appeared on his face.

"Huh, man, you succeeded in attracting my attention."

Zhao Lang didn't know that Ying Yinman had become an overbearing female president. He was with the blacksmith in the back yard.

"My son, this is an iron furnace built according to your requirements."

Fubo looked at the peculiar railway rider in front of him and said to Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction. This stove was built according to the information given by the system.

With it, the blacksmith will be equipped with a few more manpower.

As long as the ore is sufficient, there is no problem in making a few hundred catties of pig iron a day.

This number is a bit small, and the main venue is too small.

Zhao Lang now feels more and more that his Zhuangzi's position is restricted.

It's too close to Xianyang City, and it won't work if you want to make a big move.

Must think of something else.

"Tie Zhu, I want you to help me type this thing out."

Zhao Lang handed Tie Zhu a piece of cloth with design drawings.

Wang Tiezhu took it, looked at it again, pointed to some strange symbols on it, and asked suspiciously.

"Patriarch, what is this?"

When Zhao Lang saw it, he showed a wry smile.

"Forget about it."

When he draws pictures, he subconsciously uses Arabic numerals.

"It's okay, I'll tell you again, I have the size I want."

Zhao Lang told Wang Tiezhu his own requirements and how to use the stove.

The other party also took note one by one.

"Patriarch, six or seven days will be almost the same."

Wang Tiezhu said with a smile.

"Then you will work hard, don't worry, you are treated the same on Zhuangzi as everyone else."

Zhao Lang said with a smile.

Wang Tiezhu nodded suddenly and honestly.

Zhao Lang left with satisfaction.

After Zhao Lang left, Wang Tiezhu looked at the cloth in his hand, with a trace of doubt on his honest face.

"The head of the farmer, when did he become a sixteen or seventeen-year-old young man, and he had such ingenuity."

"This is really a blessing for the farmers as soon as the object called the Quyuan Plow came out."

"It's a pity not to enter my Mo family."

"I want to tell Juzi about this matter."

That night.

Zhao Lang was lying on a recliner specially made for him. On both sides were Xiaoqi and Xiaojiu, giving him a massage.

"Yes, right, a little bit on the left, Xiaoqi put a little effort."

"Comfortable."

Zhao Lang closed his eyes and enjoyed it, then asked casually,

"By the way, how did you two practice martial arts?"

Xiao Qi pouted and said,

"It's still the most basic part. After the white girl left last time, we don't know how to practice later."

Xiao Jiu asked with some worry.

"My son, will the white girl be fine? She is still a girl after all."

Old God Zhao Lang was here to say,

"Don't worry, just her martial arts, I'm afraid of seeing ghosts."

"But, you return to martial arts training, but don't turn soft meat into hard meat."

"Otherwise, it will be difficult to marry out like the white girl."

Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu blushed immediately.

Zhao Lang's heart was hot when he saw it, and he grabbed Xiao Qi's hand and said,

"Come here, let the son check my body."

Just when Zhao Lang wanted to get something cheap, Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu were suddenly stunned.

At the same time, a chill rose from behind Zhao Lang!

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