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

"Where are the potatoes?"

Zhao Lang is a bit annoying now, the system only says that the reward has been issued. ,

He searched around the kitchen for a long time but couldn't find it.

Sitting on the front steps of the room worrying.

"My son, what are you doing sitting on the ground? It's cold on the ground. Be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiao Jiu's voice came from the side.

Zhao Lang shook his head indifferently.

"It's okay, I'm in good health."

He had been rewarded by special forces for physique before. This bit of coolness is not yet To put in one’s eyes.

"The son, is there anything upsetting you can tell Xiao Jiu? Although Xiao Jiu doesn't understand the big things, you may feel better to say it."

Xiao Jiu walked to Zhao Lang's side and squatted down.

A pair of bare hands lightly placed Zhao Lang's shoulders and began to massage gently.

Smelling the scent of Xiao Jiu's body and feeling the massage, Zhao Lang's irritable mood was slightly relaxed.

"Well, I'm looking for something very important, but I haven't found it."

Zhao Lang said with some helplessness.

The system just ignores him now, and there is no clue if he wants to find it.

Xiao Jiu nodded obediently, and did not ask what Zhao Lang was looking for, but comforted.

"Don't worry, son, you are such a good person, no matter what you are looking for, you will definitely be able to find it."

Zhao Lang smiled, grasping Xiao Jiu's affection in his heart, and then asked casually,

"How about Xiaoqi? How is she."

Xiao Jiu came back,

"Xiao Qi took a break yesterday, she is much better, and she was not injured."

Zhao Lang nodded and locked himself in the cellar, which was similar to being confined in a prison, mainly for mental harm.

"Oh, by the way, Xiao Qi also said to give you a present, thank you for letting her come out."

Xiao Jiu added.

"Give me a gift?"

Zhao Lang didn't know what to say, Xiao Qi would be locked up, or because of him.

As for the gift, Zhao Lang was not curious.

As a little maid, Xiao Qi couldn't get anything out.

At most, they are sachets, handkerchiefs and other personal items, or make some snack food by hand.

Before long, Xiao Qi brought a bamboo basket and walked over, blushing and said,

"My son, Xiao Qi, thank you my son for saving his life."

"The previous family brought some snacks, please try it."

Sure enough, he didn't guess wrong.

However, courtesy is light and affection is heavy, and Zhao Lang will not dislike it either.

Looking at Xiao Qi's nervousness, Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"I'm hungry too, just to taste it."

Xiao Qi opened the bamboo basket, revealing a few square, light yellow pastries, a bit like mung bean cake.

Zhao Lang's history is average. I don't know if there are mung beans in China at this time.

He picked up a piece directly and put it in his mouth in Xiao Qi's expectant gaze.

Zhao Lang had already thought about it, no matter whether it was delicious or not, he would praise it.

When the pastry was put in his mouth, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up slightly, which was actually not bad, so he said,

"Well, the entrance is soft, and there is a hint of sweetness, which is very good."

Hearing the praise, Xiao Qi also relaxed and said with a smile,

"The son will eat more if he likes it."

Zhao Lang nodded and took another piece.

"Well, Xiao Qi, the taste of this pastry is a bit similar, the soil I have eaten before..."

Zhao Lang was stunned.

Suppressing own excitement, Zhao Lang slowly said,

"Little Qi, what do you make this pastry?"

Xiao Qi said in confusion,

"The family members are afraid that I will be starving, and they were sent over by someone. I don't know what it was made of."

Xiao Qi realized that something was wrong at this time, and quickly explained,

"My son, don't worry, I have eaten these pastries. There will never be any problems."Zhao Lang took a deep breath and said,

"Little Qi, where is your home?"

Xiao Qi didn't dare to hide it, and went back,

"Xiao Qi's home is not far from Zhuangzi."

"Okay, Xiao Qi, you go with me."

Zhao Lang stood up abruptly and walked outside and said,

"Fu Bo, get me a car!"

Xiaoqi and Xiaojiu also hurriedly followed when they saw this.

Uncle Fu, who hurriedly dared to come, discouraged him.

"My son, it's getting a little late now, why do you have to go out?"

Although Daqin is unified now, it is not safe at night.

"I have to go out today. The sooner you arrange, Fu Bo, the sooner I can come back."

Zhao Lang said very firmly.

If this pastry is really made of potatoes, go later, it will be made into pastries.

That's the end!

To blame, blame the system, just give it to him.

Still so oblique!

Seeing that Uncle Fu couldn't stop him, he said loudly,

"Hurry up and give me the bullock cart!"

"Wangcai! Wangcai! Where are you dead! Go and call me the Heif brothers!"

Soon, the whole Zhuangzi became busy.

After taking a moment, Fu Bo called another servant and said,

"Go and tell the owner, the son is going out!"

Now the only person on Zhuangzi who can stop Zhao Lang is the Patriarch.

Soon, Qin Shihuang received the news,

"Your Majesty, Young Master Lang is about to go out suddenly, and the sky is going to darken."

Zhao Gao, who was guarding the door, came in to report.

Qin Shihuang just said lightly,

"It's just going out at night, what's to worry about."

"If you don't even have the courage, how will it happen in the future?"

"Yes."

Zhao Gao nodded suddenly and walked out.

When there is no one in the room.

Qin Shihuang frowned slightly and suddenly said to the empty room,

"Go two people to follow."

"Hi." (Qin Hi Hannuo.)

There was an answering sound in the room.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already sat in the bullock cart.

Fubo got the news and knew that it couldn't be stopped.

I just said harshly to a young man next to me,

"Wangcai, if the son loses a vellus hair, you don't have to come back!"

Then he said to a few old men who looked like old farmers,

"Brother Heif, the son will ask you."

The headed old man nodded, and got into the driver's seat.

Several other people got on another bullock cart.

Soon, this small cattle team left Zhuangzi.

Along the way, everyone was urged by Zhao Lang except for Xiaoqi's guidance.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Xiao Qi nervously pointed to a thatched cottage scattered in the wilderness and said,

"My son, there is my house!"

As soon as Zhao Lang heard this, he jumped out of the bullock cart and ran over there.

"The son!"

The others hurried to keep up.

When Zhao Lang arrived at the door of the thatched house, he heard a woman screaming.

"You are useless, you say that you are a peasant heir every day."

"My son is about to starve to death, and you are still guarding these broken things that your senior brother brought back."

"My mother told you today, if you don't give me these to eat today, I will hang myself now!"

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