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

But he didn't say anything, but said to the man,

"I just heard my wife say that you are a peasant descendant, so you are also a scholar."

man said,

"Master only accepted me before he died. I listened to Master's teachings for two months, but I haven't read any books."

The woman said disdainfully at this time,

"What master, just take you as a big head and trick you to send him to the end!"

Hearing this, the man was excited,

"Don't say that about the master! A teacher for one day, a father for life!"

But the woman refused to bow her head and said,

"In order to treat your cheap master, you have spent all the money in your family, but there are no people, and now you don't even have anything to eat."

"Your brother left some unnamed food, I can't even eat it, you have to watch our mothers starve to death!"

The man stopped talking for a while.

Zhao Lang already knew what was going on, and said,

"I like the snacks made from this grain very much, I don't know if they can be exchanged for me."

"I'm willing to exchange ten catties of good grain for one catty of your grain, how about that?"

Zhao Lang knew that if he wanted to get potatoes smoothly.

Instead, he can't seem to care too much. If he compensates the family through Xiao Qi in the future, he will not lose his heart.

Ten pounds for a pound!

The woman's eyes suddenly lit up, thinking that she had met a prodigal son, and said repeatedly,

"Ok, Ok!"

After he finished speaking, he went to grab the potatoes in the man's arms, but although the man didn't say a word, he didn't let go. How could the woman ever grab it.

When the two were at a stalemate.

The boy behind the woman said,

"Dad, I'm hungry."

The man's body trembled violently, and his hands loosened a little.

The woman took the opportunity to snatch it back and stuffed it directly into Zhao Lang's hands, as if she was afraid that he would go back on it.

He was covered in dirt, but Zhao Lang didn't care, he just felt extremely satisfied.

Wang Cai on the side wanted to help, but was rejected, but said,

"Wangcai, go and get the food prepared in the car."

When they came, the attentive Fubo had already prepared the most needed items for ordinary people.

"Thank you sir, thank you sir."

The woman looked at the food taken from the car, unable to hide the smile on her face.

These grains, save some food, enough for them to eat for several months!

The rest of the time was handed over to Xiao Qi, and Zhao Lang carried the potatoes and returned to the ox cart.

After putting the potatoes in the car, Zhao Lang was overjoyed.

"Young master, just leave these things to me, your clothes are all dirty."

Wang Cai, who was in charge of taking care of him, said that if Zhao Lang went back like this, he would definitely be scolded again.

"It doesn't matter, with these things, Fu Bo will only reward you."

Zhao Lang looked at the potatoes in the car like he looked at the baby.

He just wants to go back now and grow potatoes,

"Wangcai, we'll go back as soon as Xiaoqi comes back."

At this time, Hefu, the coachman, said,

"Son, it's getting late. For safety's sake, we are camping here today."

Zhao Lang frowned immediately, but he knew one thing, professional things, still have to listen to professionals.

These old men, although they are not young, can't hide the murderous aura on their bodies.

It seems that his cheap dad's rebellion is quite prepared.

"That's okay, there are a few laborers."

Zhao Lang said.

Soon, a well-organized temporary camp was built.

Night fell slowly.

Chapter 11 Unrestricted Fighting Mastery

In the camp, Zhao Lang sat in front of the fire to bake the fire. It was early spring, and the night was still a little cold.

"You all sit down."

Zhao Lang shouted at Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu who were rubbing his shoulders.

The two couldn't resist, so they had to sit down obediently.

"Look, how frozen your hands are, hurry up and bake it on the fire."

Zhao Lang grabbed the hands of the two very naturally and approached the fire.

He just couldn't stand it because of his pure conscience. While others were freezing, they served him.

Absolutely not because their hands are white, soft and comfortable.

When Zhao Lang held his hand, Xiao Jiu and Xiao Qi did not struggle, but their faces turned red.