Chapter 18 I'm Afraid Our Child's Life Will Be Given to the Young Master

Inside the Great Qin Palace.

Zhao Gaozheng was talking vividly, talking about the scene in the Confucian mansion today,

"Your Majesty, haven't you noticed that Kong Jia's old face has turned green."

"Still begging, I want to see His Majesty!"

"The old slave felt so relieved."

After hearing Zhao Gao's reward, Qin Shihuang burst out laughing,

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

"In the past, when I called him into the palace, he refused ten thousand words, and today I want him to taste it!"

Zhao Gao then said,

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

"In less than a moment, he understood the mystery."

Qin Shihuang was not surprised at all, and said lightly,

"As the head of Confucianism, he must be a person of extraordinary intelligence. I have given so many hints. It is not surprising that he can see it so quickly."

Zhao Gao agreed at this time,

"Your Majesty's words are very true, but even if these talents are extremely intelligent, they can't compare with Young Master Lang."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang showed a smug smile, but soon returned to normal,

"Lang'er is indeed good, but his ability is still too immature. He would have been sober a few years earlier."

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

Just when Qin Shihuang began to daydream, there was a report from outside the door,

"Your Majesty, Confucius sent a letter."

Zhao Gao hurriedly picked it up and brought it to Qin Shihuang.

After reading only two lines, Qin Shihuang laughed again and said,

"Hahaha, this old man wants to do things for my son obediently!"

"I really want to see what expression he will have when he knows the identity of the prodigal son!"

Zhao Gao naturally guessed that the other party gave in, and he said with some worry,

"It's just Your Majesty, if this is the case, will the identity of Gongzi Lang be discovered?"

Qin Shihuang put away the letter and said,

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Kong thinks highly of himself, so he will definitely not take the initiative to reveal his identity."

"Lang'er himself still wants to rebel, so naturally he won't say much."

"As long as we go, avoid this old man and don't make too much publicity."

Zhao Gao didn't find any loopholes, so he said sincerely,

"Your Majesty is wise!"

Qin Shihuang said at this time,

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

"With these two things, all schools of thought are just in my pocket."

"Yes!"

Zhao Gao took the warrant and left the palace.

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Inside Zhao Lang's village.

Zhao Lang got up early today.

The main reason is that Hei Fu and the others haven't come back yet, these teenagers have to watch.

In the small courtyard, a pot of porridge was placed on the table that Zhao Langxin made.

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

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

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

While distributing porridge to everyone, Wangcai said,

"You guys have accumulated great virtues. When you enter Zhuangzi and meet the young master, you go and ask, who will give you breakfast!"

Zhao Lang showed a faint smile on the side. Since he promised to take care of these young people, he will naturally do it.

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

After the potatoes come out, there will be no shortage.

But soon, a scene of chaos appeared in the small yard.

In order to eat the porridge first, the teenagers huddled together in front, almost fighting.

Several of the smaller ones fell to the ground.

This is their law of survival,

Whoever grabs it belongs to him.

"Return them all to me! Otherwise, everyone will have nothing to eat!"

Zhao Lang stepped forward directly, frowning and said.

Although he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he has never changed his clothes since he was a snack.

He is much taller than these teenagers, and has the physique of a special soldier.

Directly push back this group of teenagers.

Facing Zhao Lang, most of the people lowered their heads, and they were the most courageous to die. Looking at Zhao Lang, he said stubbornly,

"You... Patriarch, you said you would feed us."

"You are so brave! How dare you speak to the young master like that!"

Seeing this scene, Wangcai scolded directly.

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

It is because of the youthful vigor they still have.

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

"Yes, I still remember that I am the head of the family."

Zhao Lang laughed and said,

"I did promise to control my food, but when you are with me, you must abide by my rules."

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

Zhao Lang didn't talk about the principles of unity and friendship. Who would listen to this?

Just force the order.

Under the temptation of food, the teenagers stood up according to Zhao Lang's command, and started serving porridge one by one.

Soon, the sound of porridge drinking resounded in the small yard.

"Give me a bowl too."

Zhao Lang picked up the bowl and said.

"Young master, this..."

Wangcai hesitated.

This porridge is actually good, but only in relative terms.

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

"What? Can't you drink this porridge?"

Zhao Lang laughed.

"No no no."

Wangcai quickly denied it, and served Zhao Lang a bowl.

Zhao Lang took the porridge and drank it with all the teenagers.

After finishing 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 changed slightly.

Wangcai couldn't refuse, so he could only ask the kitchen to make better ingredients.

Then he said to Qu Si at the side,

"From now on, we'll just line up to get the porridge every day. Go to hell, you make the arrangements."

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

Qusi looked at Zhao Lang and frowned, as if he didn't understand why he was the last to eat.

"Understood."

Go to die and finally come back.

Only then did Zhao Lang nod his head, ready to see how the small venue he wanted was doing.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Heifu and the others at the gate of the yard, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Uncle Hei Fu, when did you come back?"

Zhao Lang hurriedly asked.

Hef returns,

"Just arrived."

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

"I didn't expect to meet a group of fleeing people, so it was delayed."

"Escape?"

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

Hei Fu revealed a wry smile and said,

"It's hard to say at this moment, but I have dozens of children here."

Heifu pointed back, and Zhao Lang saw both men and women, with dozens of pairs of big eyes looking at him.

"Let the kitchen cook some more porridge!"

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

Look at Zhao Lang's busy figure, and then look at the children's eyes on Zhao Lang.

Hei Fu showed a wry smile, and said to his old brothers,

"Brothers, I'm afraid our child's life will be given to the young master."