Chapter 312 The Southern Tour Is About to Start

Although winter is also one of the four seasons, for the common people, the days of winter are the slowest.

Probably because the common people want the winter to pass earlier, so it seems to be suffering.

Of course, time passed as usual, and finally reached the boundary between winter and spring.

Outside Xianyang City, Heming Academy.

Zhao Lang was seeing Qu Shi and the others off, and now the weather is much better than before, so they can set off.

Well, as for Ji Wushuang who dared to set off in a snowy day, it cannot be measured by ordinary people's standards.

"Go to hell, I let you take away some teenagers this time. After returning to Liaodong, I want you to increase your strength as soon as possible."

"Big cat, you need to organize all the people in Zhuangzi and strengthen training."

"Tell Wangcai how many potatoes you can grow!"

Zhao Lang ordered them one by one.

The time of the southern tour has been advanced, who knows if the time of chaos in the world will be advanced!

He has to be ready for everything.

"Yes! Patriarch!"

Several people responded in unison.

Soon, Qu Si raised his whip and set off with his people.

Zhao Lang watched the few people go away slowly, at this moment, there was an anxious shout from behind,

"Master!"

As soon as Zhao Lang turned his head, he saw Su limping over with a cane.

The big dog was following along worriedly.

"Su, what are you doing out here? What if you fall?"

Zhao Lang frowned and said.

The servant next to him had already stepped forward to support him.

Su had already received old Qin's treatment, broke his leg and was reborn. Naturally, he asked Bai Lao and the others to make the crutch.

"Damn are they gone?"

Su said with a bit of disappointment,

"I haven't had time to say goodbye to them yet."

Knowing the relationship between these few people, Zhao Lang didn't blame much, but said,

"We still have to pay attention to the injury, so as not to affect the recovery."

Su looked at the backs of Qusi and the others leaving, and nodded disappointedly.

"It's okay, Patriarch, I'm watching."

The big dog on the side said quickly.

Zhao Lang looked at and licked... the big dog, smiled, and then said to Su,

"It just so happens, Su, I have something to see you too, let's go back together."

Su's eyes lit up, and he said,

"Master, do you want materials?"

Zhao Lang nodded. He must make all the preparations when he goes out this time.

If it wasn't for the fact that the Zhuge Liannu was relatively large and difficult to carry, he would have wished to carry all of them.

Zhao Lang took the people all the way to Xu Gui's private house, and the big dog did take good care of Su.

But Zhao Lang knew that the better the big dog licked, the less likely he was to impress Su.

Tsk, it's really miserable.

Soon, several people arrived at the place,

"I've seen you, son."

Xu Gui led the people to salute.

Zhao Lang took a look, um, these people are all recovering well.

It seems that I can still teach for a few years.

At this time, Su took out a bamboo tube, which was Zhao Lang's request, and no metal could be used to hold these gunpowder.

"Patriarch, this bamboo tube weighs about a catty."

"We also made a lot of small gunpowder in bamboo tubes according to your previous instructions, and put small stones to increase the power."

Zhao Lang looked at these small bamboo tubes and nodded slightly. With these earthen bamboo tube grenades, they can definitely play a decisive role in critical moments!

"By the way, Patriarch, please give these little things a name."

Su said.

"name?"

Zhao Lang thought for a while, then returned with a smile,

"Just call it justice."

"justice?"

A hint of doubt appeared on Su's face.

Zhao Lang said at this time,

"The job of these little things is to bring about justice."

Su nodded suddenly.

After getting 'Justice', Zhao Lang left here very quickly. He still has a lot of things to explain.

After meeting Uncle Fu and others, it was not until evening that Zhao Lang returned to his room.

Not long after, the slave outside the door reported,

"Master, Modun's wife wants to see you."

Zhao Lang didn't let the slave follow them to death, but stayed by his side.

"Let her in."

Zhao Lang said calmly.

Soon, a young woman in Daqin costume came in.

"It still has some appearance, but my Huaxia's clothes are really good-looking."

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

Mao Dun's wife saluted jerky.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lang became more and more excited.

Now, just looking at the appearance, who would tell that this is the wife of Xiongnu Chanyu? !

This is the power of Huaxia!

People on the prairie cannot be killed.

We must work together from military, economic, cultural and other aspects in order to eliminate future troubles forever!

Mao Dun's wife felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by Zhao Lang, she lowered her head and said,

"I want to ask my lord, it's almost a winter now, when can I take my child back."

Zhao Lang laughed and said,

"What's the hurry? You just stay here. You have seen your children, and you haven't made them feel wronged at all."

"When the time comes, you will naturally know."

Before the other party could speak, Zhao Lang said domineeringly,

"Slave, send her back."

He doesn't have much time to argue with the other party.

And what should be said has already been said.

Soon, Nu took the people and left here.

Not long after Zhao Lang sat down again, there was a knock on the door.

As soon as he looked up, he saw the big dog shyly walking in.

"Master."

Zhao Lang hummed,

"Say."

The big dog gritted his teeth and said,

"Patriarch, I want to go out with you this time."

Zhao Lang raised his eyebrows and said,

"Oh? You don't guard the house anymore? What if there is no one to look after Su?"

Zhao Lang originally planned to let the big dog guard the house.

We also need someone at home.

Hearing Su's name, Dagou's expression changed slightly, with a bit of crying, he said extremely aggrieved,

"Go to hell, Erhei, Big Cat and the others have gone out to work hard for Zhuangzi, and I'm the only one left at home."

"Su, say that I am a watchdog."

Zhao Lang blinked, it turned out that the root cause was here, and these words were indeed scolding harshly.

It's just that Su is not such a vicious person. Suddenly, Zhao Lang's heart moved, and he instantly understood what Su was thinking.

It seems that there is hope for the big dog's licking dog.

It's just that the big dog still doesn't understand.

But Zhao Lang didn't say anything, but said with a smile,

"There's nothing wrong with a watchdog."

The big dog was stunned for a moment, and just about to nod his head, he saw the playfulness on Zhao Lang's face, and couldn't hold back for an instant.

"Woooooo, Patriarch, you are laughing at me too! I don't want to be a dog."

Zhao Lang got up, patted the big dog's head, and said,

"Okay, don't cry, go out this time, work hard, just become a wolf."

It took some time to calm the big dog before sending him away.

Just when he was leaving, the slave outside looked at the figure of the big dog leaving, and muttered,

"There's nothing wrong with being a dog."

Then he helped Zhao Lang close the door very intimately, and Tian Yi, who was also guarding outside, was a little disdainful with his obsequious look.

——

Time flies, I don't know when it will start, the snow on the ground gradually disappears.

On this day, an official from Taiwei's Mansion entered Heming Academy again.

Before the order was delivered, Zhao Lang already knew,

The southern tour is about to begin.

(8,000 words in the late sin Ming, Ann)