Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

Fan Zeng said at this time,

"It's good that General Xiang has this heart, but the old man has a plan here, and General Xiang needs to know the whole process."

Xiang Zhuang quickly said,

"It's okay, sir!"

Fan Zeng quickly said,

"I want you to spread the word about the quarrel between the old man and the general!"

Xiang Zhuang was stunned. The chief general and the counselor were not in harmony, but it hurt the morale of the army.

Just as he was about to advise, Fan Zeng stopped him, and after finishing his plan, Xiang Zhuang's listening eyes lit up suddenly,

"Mr. Talent!"

"Hmph, if King Qin is cunning, let him suffer this time!"

It's just that Fan Zeng didn't get too proud this time, but said,

"King Qin is cunning and suspicious, we should be more careful."

Xiang Zhuang just nodded and said,

"Sir, I'll go to Ah Yu's first, don't worry, I won't talk to him about this."

After speaking, he walked towards Xiang Yu's position.

At this time, Xiang Yu had already returned to the camp alone, drinking in a depressed mood.

"Uncle, Yafu was the one you asked me to recognize, but now I can't tell if it's true or not."

"There is no one else in the army to relieve my worries, and Yuji is not around."

After taking a sip of wine, Xiang Yu felt more and more bored.

Just as he was about to go outside to get some air, someone walked into the tent. It turned out to be Uncle Xiang.

"Uncle, what are you doing here?"

Xiang Yu frowned and asked.

Xiang Bo looked at Xiang Yu, shook his head and said,

"I knew you would be unhappy today, didn't I come to see you?"

"You are a great general, but you are my nephew!"

"Come on, uncle will drink with you!"

Hearing this, Xiang Yu couldn't help thinking of his uncle, and a trace of warmth emerged in his heart.

What my uncle said before is right, how can outsiders be as reliable as their own family members?

Uncle Xiang was pouring wine for Xiang Yu while thinking,

"Brother Zhao seems to be very concerned about my nephew, if I can persuade Yu'er."

"Is the throne secure then?"

Chapter 527 I am a Confucian scholar, report to my family and country, and report to Li Shu (6000 words)

Chapter 527 I am a Confucian scholar, report to my family and country, and report to Li Shu

Xiang Bo drank a lot of wine with his nephew, of course, this is also beneficial.

In addition to food and grass, Xiang Yu also handed over some internal affairs of the army to him, which was regarded as a promotion.

It's a pity that this official position is nothing to Xiang Bo.

After all, who can compare with the throne.

Leaving Xiang Yu's camp, Xiang Bo looked at Zhao Lang's direction and whispered to himself,

"King Qin, don't worry, I will definitely try my best to convince Yu'er!"

In the morning two days later, Qidi Peninsula, on the pier.

The originally desolate bay has become much more prosperous because of the existence of the pier.

At this time, many people were rushing towards the pier, and some even ran all the way in a hurry.

It takes a lot of people to carry the goods here, and the owner here pays the money very fairly, and sometimes even cares about the food!

Although I don't know what it is that I ate, but it is still soft and delicious in the mouth, and the most important thing is to be full.

So everyone is willing to find a way out here.

Moreover, there are many sergeants and supplies on the pier today. There must be a lot of porters. It is a good time for them to work hard.

An old man with gray hair showed a wrinkled smiling face when he arrived at the place where the transportation was arranged, and said,

"My lord, the old man has strength and can carry things."

The steward in charge of the arrangement took a look at the old man, and he was not old enough to dislike him.

Now the young and strong are either in the fields, or go fishing, or are dragged to fight. Only these old men have time to work as porters.

just saying,

"There are no noble people here. I will pay for it, and you will contribute to moving things until the sun goes down."

The steward explained things quickly,

"If you agree, take a bamboo card and go to work there."

How could the old man refuse, he nodded repeatedly and said,

"All listen to the nobles, all listen to the nobles."

Taking the bamboo card, he went to the side, his veins swelled up, and he grabbed a big bag and resisted it on his body.

It's just that the force was a little fierce, and I didn't stand firm, and I was about to fall down.

Fortunately, a pair of slender but powerful hands helped him grab the food.

When the old man came back to his senses, he saw a very handsome young man.