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

Black gunpowder, such a big killer that is related to luck, how could he feel at ease and leave it to others.

He said before that it will make the other party worry-free in future generations, which also has another meaning.

That is, from now on, don't even think about getting out of his control.

Without any hesitation, Su nodded and said,

"Patriarch, don't worry, I will definitely be able to complete the task!"

Zhao Lang touched Su's head and said with a smile,

"I believe you."

To Zhao Lang's surprise, that day, Su took a few girls to the small courtyard where Xu Gui was.

Then started learning.

Knowing this news, Zhao Lang could only laugh bitterly.

The next morning, Fusu left with his teacher.

Looking at the way his teacher was in a hurry, it seemed that he had been tossed enough.

Zhao Lang didn't care either, he had too many things to do.

But this fell into the eyes of everyone, and it was another scene.

Even the son Fusu suffered a loss here. What is Zhao Lang's background?

Time flies by.

More than ten days later, Zhao Lang got the news from Su.

The first batch of ingredients has been prepared according to the recipe.

Zhao Lang stood up excitedly and was about to take a look, but Wang Cai ran in and said,

"Master, there are two young people outside asking to meet, saying they are from the farm family."

"Farmer?"

After a little thought, Zhao Lang understood that he had asked Ji Wushuang to recruit a few peasant family members to share the affairs.

"Well, I see. Take it to the living room first, and then I'll go over there."

Now, of course, we have to look at gunpowder first.

"By the way, did they say their name again?"

Zhao Lang asked casually.

Prosperity returns,

"One of them is called Chen Sheng, and the other is called Wu Guang."

Just as Zhao Lang was about to step out, he stopped instantly, and there was only one question in his mind.

"These two people are here, so what about the late Qin uprising?"

Chapter 82 Prodigal son, brother, I'm leaving

Zhao Lang's plan at the time was to use Chen Sheng and Wu Guang as his bases outside.

Train peasant armies.

But now the two of them are actually at his door!

What's the matter with him?

In any case, the two have already come, so there is no reason to let them go.

The big deal, Zhuangzi will train them, and then send them back to their original places to continue the uprising.

It's just that Zhao Lang was still a little worried.

Because of his arrival, many things have changed,

"Let's go see them now."

Zhao Lang quickly walked outside and met Ji Wushuang on the way.

"You brought these two over here?"

Zhao Lang couldn't help asking.

Ji Wushuang nodded proudly and said,

"Yes, aren't you very optimistic about them? It just so happens that I am also short of manpower."

Zhao Lang slapped his mouth suddenly, okay, this is not necessarily a bad thing.

The peasant uprising of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang was ultimately a failure.

there are many reasons.

Such as no money, poor equipment, unorganized tactics and so on.

If he can solve these problems, then the result is really hard to say.

Just as Zhao Lang was thinking about things, Ji Wushuang suddenly took out a piece of cake and asked,

"By the way, this is the dessert I made, do you want to try it?"

Zhao Langli ignored her. These days, Ji Wushuang had given him food more than once.

Just after what happened last time, how could he eat?

What happened last time, once again, can't this day pass?

"Eat it yourself, I'll go see them first."

Zhao Lang left without giving Ji Wushuang any chance.

Ji Wushuang could only keep up.

Soon after arriving at the gate of Zhuangzi, two young people aged eighteen or nineteen appeared in Zhao Lang's sight.

Zhao Lang was slightly emotional, but he was still so young.