Chapter 17 Burn Qi Books! Pit the Confucianism!

Heifu left in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Zhao Lang would regret it.

In this era, patriarchy is simply a matter of course.

Now Zhao Lang not only helps to feed, but also gets money.

This is simply too much money.

Zhao Lang also felt that he had made a profit.

What is the most precious resource?

It's human!

The new pictures he wants in the future are to be drawn from these blank sheets of paper!

Just when Zhao Lang was happy, Wangcai looked worried.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Zhao Lang couldn't help asking.

"My lord, we made too much of a loss in this business."

Wangcai said.

In his eyes, this is Zhao Lang buying servants.

But at this price, buy a servant of this age.

If I still want to invite a husband, I will go to my grandma's house.

Zhao Lang didn't explain, just said with a smile,

"Just do as I tell you."

Wangcai gritted his teeth and said,

"Son, if that's the case, can I go to school then?"

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up, and he said,

"It's best for you to have this kind of heart. I told other people in Zhuangzi that as long as you have the heart to study, you can go to school after completing your work."

"Study well, and there are rewards."

There are too few readers in this era.

Every extra one is a boost.

"Uncle Heifu is gone, you go and take care of them first."

Zhao Lang handed over the group of boys to Wangcai, and found Uncle Fu himself.

He wants a field to grow potatoes.

Now there are not many potatoes, and they cannot be spread out in an all-round way.

It is now spring, and it will be harvested in about three months.

If you catch up again, maybe you can plant another wave.

That way there are enough seeds.

By then, the 800 mu of land will be full of potatoes.

Although Daqin has no chemical fertilizers or the like, it is calculated according to the minimum yield of 1,000 jin per mu.

That's 800,000 catties!

For Daqin, it is already an astronomical figure.

The process of asking Uncle Fu for a field went smoothly, and Zhao Lang thought that Uncle Fu would ask a few questions.

After all, farming is still very important to Daqin.

Just wait for the sky to clear up a little bit.

What he didn't know was that after he and Uncle Fu finished talking about these things, he set off from Zhuangzi on a fast horse and galloped towards the capital.

In the following time, Zhao Lang took Xiaoqi and Xiaojiu to direct the craftsmen to start making new furniture.

The quality of the things at home is not good, but Zhao Lang is really not used to it.

Desks and chairs are a must, kneeling is too uncomfortable.

And the bell rings and eats food, which sounds nice.

But in fact, throw all the ingredients into it and cook it for a mess.

Even the high school cafeteria that Zhao Lang hated the most in his previous life tasted countless times stronger than this.

It's a pity that he is not a science student, otherwise he would have to make an iron pot.

After being busy until the evening, Zhao Lang finally got a relatively simple stool and table.

The grotesque shape made the people on Zhuangzi take a fresh look.

Everyone didn't have too many doubts.

Originally, the young master from home was an idiot, but after he got better, he behaved differently from everyone else.

The owner of the house didn't say anything, let alone the servants.

It's just that Heifu and the others didn't come back before dark, probably because there was too little time.

As night fell, in Daqin where there were no entertainment activities.

Although Zhao Lang really wanted to do sports that everyone loved.

Moreover, Xiaoqi and Xiaojiu also look like they can be picked by you.

"Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang, you can't be a beast!"

Criticized myself severely, and then recited the eight-character mantra,

"harmonious,

Democracy, prosperity, friendship. "

Only then did Zhao Lang suppress his evil thoughts.

Holding the little hands of Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu, he said solemnly,

"Let's continue with the story of the monkey."

It's been such a busy and fulfilling day.

The night was getting darker, and at this time, a palace in the Xianyang Palace was still brightly lit.

Qin Shihuang was looking at a letter made of cloth and silk.

Since he knew that his time was numbered, he cherished his time more and more.

Didn't there be a trace of a smile on his face, and he whispered something in his mouth,

"A lot of half-grown boys have been taken in? Well, do you still want to ask Mr. Scholar? Good boy, this is to form your own team."

"It's just that the methods are a little immature. How can this child who is randomly recruited be a good talent?"

After Qin Shihuang finished reading it, he put away the cloth.

After pondering for a moment, he exclaimed,

"Zhao Gao."

Zhao Gao, who was waiting outside the door, walked in immediately.

"Has the one from the Kong family let go now?"

Qin Shihuang said lightly.

Zhao Gao returned,

"Your Majesty is talking about Kong Jia of Confucianism?"

"This person has always complained about my Great Qin. Although His Majesty forced him to stay in the capital, he still has no will to be loyal to my Great Qin."

Qin Shihuang snorted coldly and said,

"It's just a rotten Confucian. If it wasn't for Confucianism and people like Chun Yuyue who became my doctor, I would have killed him long ago!" (Qin Dynasty had 70 doctors.)

"However, there are still more than enough mistakes to teach children to read first."

"Go, let him go to Lang'er Zhuangzi to become a teacher. If he doesn't go, I will burn his books! Denounce his Confucianism!"

Zhao Gao didn't answer, he knew it was just Qin Shihuang's angry words.

Sure enough, after Qin Shihuang finished speaking, he threw another crumpled piece of paper to him.

It was taken from Zhao Lang before, and it was covered with his seal and written in large characters.

Qin Shihuang said with a bit of evil humor,

"If the old stubborn still shouldn't, you give him this."

"Hmph, a piece of paper from my son can make a fool of all schools of thought."

He naturally knew Li Si's little thoughts, but how could his Daqin allow his family to dominate?

Although Zhao Gao really wanted to say, Gongzi Lang didn't let you hang around.

Of course, these words must never be said, Zhao Gao replied loudly,

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Early the next morning, Zhao Gao brought people to Confucius' mansion.

Kong Jia is a descendant of Confucius and the head of Confucianism in the Great Qin Dynasty. Even when facing an important minister of the Great Qin Dynasty like Zhao Gao, he would not pretend to be polite, but just bowed his hands and saluted.

Although Zhao Gao hated it too much, he could only hold back his temper and say,

"Your Majesty said, since you don't want to work for Daqin, you might as well teach."

"There is a Zhuangzi outside the king's city, and it happens to be recruiting a teacher."

Kong Jia laughed at this time,

"Your Majesty wants to humiliate me in this way, but he is wrong."

"We Confucian students, it is our long-cherished wish to educate the world, but there are countless private schools in this city, why should we look far away?"

Zhao Gao was circled around, and he could tell that the other party just didn't want to go, so he sneered,

"Your Majesty also said that if the master doesn't go, his books will be burned! His Confucianism will be persecuted!"

It’s okay not to say this, but when he said that Kong Jia was like taking medicine, he yelled loudly,

"I am a Confucian scholar! Why are you afraid of life and death!"

"Your Majesty can be executed now! Let's see what the mouth of the world will say!"

"you!"

Zhao Gao's old face was flushed red, but he suppressed it quickly, took out the piece of paper from his bosom,

"This is given to you by His Majesty."

Kong Jia took it over with an arrogant expression.

As soon as he got started, his expression changed slightly.

When he saw the seal and words on it again, his face changed even more.

Changing his previous arrogance, he walked up to Zhao Gao and asked hastily,

"Who made this?! How much did it cost?! How does this seal work!"

"I want to see His Majesty!"

Seeing Kong Jia's eager expression.

Zhao Gao felt as refreshed as if he had eaten ginseng fruit, he laughed and said,

"Your Majesty said, you want to know! Hmph, go teach!"

Then he walked out with his head held high!