Chapter 915 The Snow Is a Bit Too Heavy

Qin Shihuang was frightened by the situation he imagined, and said with a dry tone,

"Lang'er, can Da Qin bear it?"

He was really worried this time. It was a good thing for Da Qin to have Zhao Lang, who could lead Da Qin to stride forward.

But with millions of Zhao Lang, Qin Shihuang was worried that the Qin Dynasty would fall apart in an instant and then fall into endless civil war.

Hearing this, Zhao Lang was slightly stunned, and then said with a smile,

"Dad, what are you thinking about? What I mean is to quickly cultivate talents with my knowledge for Daqin, so as to contribute to the construction of Daqin."

"As long as we provide a good environment and there are no foreign enemies now, the people of Da Qin will create the most splendid Chinese culture."

"Da Qin's reputation will be immortal forever."

Zhao Lang had no doubts about the occurrence of this scene.

After hearing this, Qin Shihuang breathed a sigh of relief and couldn't help but smile and said,

"If all the students in the world can be like Lang'er and you are as smart as you, the Great Qin Dynasty will be blessed forever!"

Zhao Lang was a little embarrassed to be praised so much. In his previous life, he was average at best.

Just relying on the vision and advantages of being ahead of the times.

So he quickly changed the subject and said,

"Dad, I saw you wanted to build Feitian's ink lantern before. How is the progress now?"

Mentioning this matter, Qin Shihuang looked slightly unnatural, as if he had done something wrong and was caught, and replied,

"Well, Dad, I'm just curious for a moment."

"Now Mo Deng can carry dozens of kilograms of living creatures under the pull of a rope and fly to thirty feet, which can last for half an hour."

Thirty feet of rope is already the limit. Beyond this distance, the ink lamp cannot rise any higher due to the weight of the rope.

After half an hour, the grease lamp could no longer be maintained.

The person who was the supervisor was stuck here, and there was no progress for a long time.

"Thirty feet?"

Zhao Lang couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard this.

This data is actually very good. Thirty feet is already very high. It seems that Da Qin's craftsmen and supervisors are also quite talented.

No wonder Dad was able to reproduce papermaking and printing so easily back then. Others are experts in feelings.

Qin Shihuang said with a bit of disappointment at this time,

"Thirty feet is not even close to the clouds in the sky, so there is nothing to be surprised about."

What he wanted to do was fly into the sky with an ink lamp and see what was going on in the sky, but now it seemed that it was indeed out of reach.

When Zhao Lang heard this, he couldn't help showing a wry smile and said,

"Dad, there is actually nothing in the sky except clouds."

"And those clouds are actually just water vapor."

At this time, Zhao Lang briefly talked to his father about the situation in the sky.

In his opinion, this flying ink lamp can already be put to good use.

Just imagine, in the chaos on the battlefield, both sides can't clearly see the situation, but their own side has flown up an ink lantern with reconnaissance.

The entire situation could be seen clearly from an altitude of 30 feet, and then the news was passed down through semaphores or notes on ropes.

Then the generals on several sides will gain great advantages!

But the more he spoke, the more doubts appeared on Qin Shi Huang's face. After he finished speaking, Qin Shi Huang couldn't help but asked excitedly,

"Lang'er, how do you know this? Have you ever been to heaven?"

The other party can know so clearly only if he has seen it with his own eyes!

Seeing his father's slightly excited look, Zhao Lang found it hard to answer.

A bad answer will lead Dad into another wrong path, so he said,

"Dad, in fact, if you want to know what's going on in the sky, you don't have to go to the sky. You see, there are so many high mountains in Daqun, some of which are over a thousand feet. The sky you see when you stand on the top of the mountain is like flying over a thousand feet."

Zhao Lang explained it to his father in as simple terms as possible.

But after listening to Zhao Lang's words, Qin Shihuang showed a disappointed expression and said,

"Is the sky really just nothingness?"

His only hope now is the gods in the sky, but now Zhao Lang has dashed this hope with his own hands.

Fortunately, he quickly came to his senses, forced a smile and said,

"Lang'er, dad is just curious. There is nothing else. Now you have grown up to be able to take on Da Qin."

Of course Zhao Lang knew what the other person was thinking, and he could understand it. Which emperor in the world could truly face death calmly?

He was about to comfort the other party with a few words, when the slave's voice came from outside.

"Master, Mr. Qin is here."

Soon Mr. Qin walked in with something in his hand.

Zhao Lang quickly stood up to greet him.

"Mr. Qin, please show my father a quick look."

Mr. Qin quickly began to diagnose, and after a while he said,

"The situation is under good control. I will drink more milk every day and it will improve."

As he spoke, he took out the box he was carrying, which contained a bowl of milk water.

Upon hearing this, Qin Shihuang, who was a little depressed, his eyes lit up instantly and asked,

"How many years can I extend my life this time?"

Mr. Qin said angrily at this time,

"Relax your mind, live a good life, and cultivate yourself. It will take four or five years. If your mental strength is haggard and your mind is lost, you will not be able to do it in one or two years."

Sometimes a person's mood has a great impact on the progression of the disease.

Qin Shihuang suddenly showed a smile and said,

"I must be well-educated and watch my grandchildren grow up."

After saying that, he directly picked up the milk and drank it.

Things sent over by the other party do not need to be tested for drugs.

Seeing that his father had regained some of his energy, Zhao Lang immediately smiled and said,

"Dad, don't worry as Mr. Qin is here."

Qin Shihuang nodded. It was an unexpected surprise to have such a longer life span. He nodded and said,

"Then I'll go and rest first. I'm a little tired from the journey."

He should pay attention to getting more rest from now on.

Soon he took Zhao Gao to another courtyard.

Zhao Lang looked at his father's leaving figure and couldn't help but smile. Only then did he have time to say to Mr. Qin,

"Mr. Qin, thank you very much."

Mr. Qin just returned lightly,

"It is the duty of a doctor to treat illnesses and save lives."

Then he left here.

He also wanted the father and son to do more for the people of the world.

Zhao Lang also stood up at this time. He wanted to go to the craftsman supervisor to have a look.

By the way, let's study with them and try to get an ink lantern that can bring people out this winter.

Soon Zhao Lang also walked into the heavy snow.

The next time passed very quickly, and everyone lived very comfortably. Qin Shihuang teased Zhao Hao and Zhao Anan and exercised whenever they had nothing to do.

It seems that he wants to reach the limit mentioned by Mr. Qin.

Zhao Lang focused on thinking about the ink lamp.

Anyway, it’s winter now and there’s no government affairs.

More than a month later, Zhao Lang got up refreshed and prepared to see his two children.

As soon as I opened the door, I found that the snow was piled up in front of the door.

The servants in the yard were cleaning, and the slave at the side came over with a smile and said,

"Master, the two young masters have already gotten up..."

But before he finished speaking, Zhao Lang interrupted him and said with a slightly solemn expression,

"This snow is a bit too heavy."

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