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

Looking at the other party drinking it, Zhao Lang smiled, but he wanted to see what Li Linger would do next.

"The water in the son's house seems to be different from other places."

Li Linger said.

"Well, the water has boiled."

The old god Zhao Lang explained.

He had already made Zhuangzi's people drink only boiled water.

"I see."

Li Linger nodded thoughtfully, and then said very simply,

"Thank you for the water, sir, I have been out for a long time, so I won't bother."

"My house is not far from Lijiazhuang. If the young master is thirsty, he can come and drink a bowl of water."

After saying that, he saluted and left.

The other party's neat appearance made Zhao Lang stunned for a moment.

After Li Linger left, Zhao Lang called Wang Cai and asked,

"Is there a Li family Zhuangzi near us?"

Wang Cai thought about it for a while, and said,

"Yes, sir, it's just north of our Zhuangzi, not too far."

"However, this house seems to have changed owners recently. I heard that there is a very beautiful girl in this house."

Zhao Lang was immediately shocked.

"You are in Zhuangzi every day, how do you know this?"

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Wang Cai's face, and said,

"Young master, it's all those slaves who like to chew their tongues, and I've heard it too."

Zhao Lang then frowned and asked,

"Is it common to borrow water to drink on weekdays?"

Wang Cai looked at Zhao Lang, and then thought about what Li Linger had just borrowed water to drink.

Seems to understand something, Wang Cai said with a smile,

"Isn't it common for passers-by to borrow a bowl of water to drink when they are thirsty? There is always water at the gate of Zhuangzi all year round. Everyone does this."

"Young master, when you're out and about, you should help each other out."

Zhao Lang was so choked up by Wang Cai's words that he was speechless.

He knew what Wangcai said was right. After 2000, even in some rural areas, this custom still exists.

He also thought of the words, the words do not pick up things on the road, do not close the house at night, and the neighbors help each other.

"Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Seeing that Zhao Lang's face was wrong, Wang Cai asked with concern.

"It's nothing."

Zhao Lang waved his hand and said,

"Go get busy."

After Wang Cai left, Zhao Lang smiled and said with a self-deprecating smile,

"Zhao Lang, ah Zhao Lang, other people are just thirsty, borrow a bowl of water to drink, normal communication between neighbors."

"You are suspicious, and you really think the whole world revolves around you."

But this can't be blamed entirely on him. Zhao Lang went to the city when he grew up in his last life. If you are thirsty, you want to borrow a bowl of water to drink.

There is a high probability that the other party will only give you a roll of eyes, and then ask you to buy water in the shops all over the street.

There's no right or wrong, it's just different times.

It's just that Zhao Lang was a little emotional.

Being despised by the servant, Zhao Lang's mood suddenly became a little unbeautiful.

Ready to go to Zhuangzi, it's best to find someone to trouble you and relieve your pain.

But it is a pity that the servants of Zhuangzi are more serious than each other.

Zhao Lang was very disappointed.

Soon, he saw Young Master Gao holding a letter in his hand, standing in the yard with a look of doubt and pain.

Young Master Gao was very troubled at this time, and he spent all his savings to buy the naming rights of the new plow.

Thinking of dedicating it to Qin Shihuang, to please him.

Unexpectedly, he received a letter that could be regarded as a reprimand.

This made him extremely uncomfortable.

But Zhao Lang suddenly came to the spirit.

It's like, you are unlucky, as long as someone is more unlucky than you.

Your situation hasn't actually improved, but you've somehow felt better in your heart.

"Young Master Gao, what are you worried about?"

Zhao Lang approached and asked.

Young Master Gao heard the voice, and hurriedly put away the letters, squeezed a smile, and said,

"It's nothing, my father just sent a letter."

Without waiting for Zhao Lang to ask more questions, Young Master Gao said,

"Gongzi Lang, I still have class to attend, so I'll leave first."