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

Zhao Gao is ready, and he must be flattering later.

Patting Zhao Lang's ass can not only gain Zhao Lang's favor.

It is an excellent opportunity to hold Qin Shihuang again without any worries!

"Father, the place we are going is not in Zhuangzi."

Zhao Lang said as he walked.

He was going to take his cheap dad to see the black powder.

Qin Shihuang nodded. Of course, horseback riding was not allowed in Zhuangzi.

Several people followed Zhao Lang all the way to a few small houses not far from Zhuangzi.

This was originally the house of the tenants on Zhuangzishang.

After all, these [-] acres of land must be planted.

"millet!"

When he got there, Zhao Lang shouted.

Soon, Su came out.

Zhao Lang said,

"What do I want you to prepare?"

Sufen took out three small pots and returned,

"Patriarch, according to your instructions, they are all packed separately."

Zhao Lang only asked Xu Gui and the others to prepare the three ingredients according to the recipe.

Don't let them mix up, it's better to keep a low profile now.

Zhao Lang took it, glanced at the processed raw materials in the three jars, and nodded with satisfaction.

Use an empty clay pot to mix a small pile of black powder.

This is the most primitive black powder.

"Father, this is what I want to show you."

Looking at this pile of powder, Qin Shihuang and several people were a little stunned, wondering what Zhao Lang was doing?

The flattery that Zhao Gao had prepared originally, even if he didn't use any of it, it would be very uncomfortable.

In the end, I can only say dryly,

"This pile of... um, stuff, it's pretty nice."

Zhao Lang was startled and asked,

"Uncle Zhao, what do you know about this?"

Zhao Gao showed an embarrassed smile and said,

"I don't know, I just think this thing looks beautiful."

Zhao Lang frowned, this is so dark and not slippery, where does it look good?

Qin Shihuang gave Zhao Gao a look of disgust, and then asked,

"Lang'er, what is this?"

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Father, do you remember what I told you before about the usefulness of warlocks?"

"It's also a coincidence. It didn't take long for me to save a few warlocks."

"This is the weapon I made."

Hearing the weapon, Zhao Gao's eyes narrowed, and he quietly stood in front of Qin Shihuang.

Qin Shihuang pushed Zhao Gao away in disgust and asked,

"Are these weapons?"

Zhao Lang didn't explain much, took out a piece of bamboo that was prepared yesterday, then stuffed the black powder into it and sealed it.

"Make a fire."

Su soon lit a fire.

"Father, step back and cover your ears."

Although Qin Shihuang and the others were a little inexplicable, they still followed suit.

Zhao Lang threw the bamboo tube in his hand after seeing several people retreat.

Then he also ran to the side and covered his ears.

Looking at the fire expectantly.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement.

Several people covered their ears and looked at Zhao Lang with bewildered expressions.

Still a bit cute

Zhao Lang buckled his head,

"It doesn't make sense, is it because it's less?"

Just when Zhao Lang wanted to go up and have a look, suddenly!

boom!

With a bang!

The small fire was directly torn apart!

Zhao Lang was frightened, ready to comfort the others.

When he turned around, he found that his Uncle Zhao was lying on the ground holding the cheap old man.