Chapter 644: Qin Shihuang’s Doubts

Going to Lishan?

Zhao Lang couldn't help but froze for a moment when he heard his father's words.

Although Lishan was prepared for my father, would he ever go to see his own mausoleum while he was still alive?

Zhao Lang didn't quite understand whether it was taboo or not, so he looked at Zhao Gao aside.

Zhao Gao had a grimace on his face, wanting to stop him but not daring to reveal the identity of the First Emperor.

But before the two of them were in trouble, Qin Shihuang continued with a smile,

"Lang'er, what are you doing standing still? Why don't you help the old man up?"

As he spoke, he kicked Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang immediately got out of the car obediently and helped the still confused old farmer onto the carriage.

The old farmer came back to his senses, his face turned slightly red, and he kept saying,

"Thank you, noble man! Thank you, noble man."

Zhao Lang thought it didn't matter.

Respecting the elderly and loving the young is also a traditional virtue.

After all, the space in the carriage is limited, so it’s okay for a few people to squeeze in.

Fortunately, Qin Shihuang had always been a generous man, so Zhao Lang and the farmer's youngest son naturally sat in the groom's seat.

It's just that Qin Shihuang was obviously not a good conversationalist, and his aura of power made the old farmer beside him feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Lang asked with a smile next to him,

"Old man, this year you are so expensive."

Having said that, the old farmer immediately relaxed slightly and replied with a smile,

"It's not expensive, I'm almost forty this year!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lang was stunned.

The old farmer in front of me looks like he's over sixty, but he's actually only forty?

He was thinking just now that this old farmer had come of age to get a son.

Judging from his father's age, he is about fifty, and he looks much younger than this old farmer.

Qin Shihuang and Zhao Gao on the side were not too surprised. Forty is not considered a long life in the Qin Dynasty, but it is definitely not a short life.

And daily labor does make people look older.

"How was the harvest this year?"

"The harvest is great! I harvested more than a thousand kilograms of potatoes from my two acres of land!"

When it comes to harvest, the farmer’s interest is obviously much higher.

"Does Lord Potato know?"

Qin Shihuang glanced at Zhao Lang at this time, and then asked knowingly,

"Oh? What is this? The output is so high?"

The old farmer continued,

"That's good stuff! The seeds were given by the farmers."

“After paying the taxes this year, there is still a lot left over!”

With Zhao Lang at the beginning, Qin Shihuang also found his direction, following the family, and chatting little by little.

Every time when the silence was about to break, Zhao Lang would insert a word at the right time to keep the conversation going.

Soon, it was evening.

The attendants of the motorcade prepared food.

Naturally, I invited the old farmer and his son to have dinner with him.

"Your Majesty, we have brought food, the potatoes we told you before, so I won't bother you, Your Majesty."

The old farmer said with a smile.

As he spoke, he opened his cloth bag, revealing potatoes that had already been steamed.

Although the little son on the side looked at the meat, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.

But he still followed his father honestly.

Of course Zhao Lang knew that if farmers didn't work, how could they have the habit of eating dinner?

I'm afraid I'll eat something because I'm hungry.

This is also the reason for rapid aging.

Zhao Lang then smiled and said directly,

"Old man, I just want to try the potatoes you mentioned. How about we exchange them?"

As he said this, he brought a plate of meat over and wanted to exchange it with the other party.

The old farmer was stunned for a moment, looked at his young son beside him, and finally said,

"Then thank you, noble man."

Zhao Lang immediately took a potato, but the old farmer stuffed him with another.

Only then did a few people start eating.

Of course, the old farmer only tasted a small piece of that plate of meat except at the beginning.

Then he said,

"Dad doesn't like meat."

Everything else was stuffed into the youngest son's mouth.

Seeing his youngest son devouring the food, the old farmer smiled even happier than he was eating.

Zhao Lang wanted to give him two more sets, but this time, the old farmer refused to accept anything he said.

"If your noble lord does this again, we will have no choice but to leave."

After hearing this, Zhao Lang could only let go.

After dinner, Zhao Lang arranged for another carriage for the old farmer and the young man to rest.

It's strange that the old farmer can relax when he stays with them.

After settling down the old farmer, Zhao Lang was ready to go back to his carriage to rest.

"Dad, my son is going back to the carriage first. A lot of government affairs have just been sent from Xianyang."

Thanks to Cheap Daddy's love of cruising, Xianyang's system for transporting government affairs is still very flexible.

Qin Shi Huang nodded and then said,

"Keep the potatoes in your hand."

Zhao Lang said strangely,

"Dad, what do you want it for?"

This simple steamed potato is still cold and doesn't taste good.

If he hadn't been worried that the old farmer wouldn't eat their food, he wouldn't have wanted to eat it.

There’s no need to embarrass yourself, right?

Qin Shihuang said calmly,

"This is the only potato they have for the whole meal. Dad wants to try it too?"

Zhao Lang smiled directly and said,

"Dad, there's nothing to try. Besides, this isn't just one pill at a time, it's one pill a day."

Qin Shi Huang fell silent for a moment and asked,

"how do you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he understood that Zhao Lang was the head of the farm family, so it was not surprising to know.

So he said,

"You just stay."

Seeing how insistent the cheap daddy was, Zhao Lang could only keep the potato in his hand and leave.

After Zhao Lang left, Qin Shi Huang silently picked up the potato, which was no bigger than his fist, looked at it, and then said to Zhao Gao,

"Just eat this one one day?"

Zhao Gao smiled awkwardly. He actually wanted to say that in more remote places, you might not be able to eat one a day.

Not many people starve to death in Great Qin every year, but definitely a lot.

"Your Majesty, this age is not easy, and it is always difficult to have enough food."

Zhao Gao said finally.

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he said no more and just put away the potatoes.

Early the next morning, the convoy continued to move towards Lishan, and its speed became slightly faster. It was estimated that it would reach Lishan by the evening.

Zhao Lang had no time to look at the scenery. A lot of government affairs were waiting for him.

It was only noon when Zhao Gao came over with a sad face and said,

"Your Majesty, please go and have a look. Your Majesty, he didn't eat breakfast, and now he doesn't even eat lunch. He only eats the potatoes you left yesterday!"

"Your Majesty, it's time to recuperate your body. How can this be done?"

Zhao Lang laughed bitterly after hearing this, then got up and rushed towards his father's carriage.

When I got to the carriage, I saw my father holding a half-eaten potato in his hand, slightly dazed.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Zhao Lang smiled bitterly.

Qin Shihuang looked at Zhao Lang, but did not answer. Instead, he asked with some doubts,

"Why?"

He asked these farmers to eat only one potato a day, but why did these farmers help him build the imperial tomb?

At this time, Qin Shihuang had such a question in his mind for the first time.

He always thought he knew these people very well.

Ignorant, greedy for small gains, and easily controlled by others.

But this time, he didn't understand it at all.