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

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"Mr. Tian, it's cold at night, let's go back to Zhuangzi to rest."

Tian Lao said with a smile,

"It's okay, looking at these crops, the old man feels at ease."

"I think these crops can be harvested in a month or so."

Zhao Lang nodded,

"Well, I will definitely give you a big surprise then."

This field can be said to be intensively cultivated, and several people take turns to take care of it.

Not to mention fertilization and pest control.

If the yield per mu is less than one thousand catties, it is considered a failure.

Of course, in today's Daqin, a yield of [-] jin per mu is considered a high yield!

Not to mention, there is also a difference in units of measurement.

Tian Lao nodded cheerfully,

"The old man is looking forward to it too!"

If he can't persuade Mr. Tian, Zhao Lang can only go back to Zhuangzi by himself.

Zhao Lang has already obtained the title deed.

So I didn't want to delay for a moment, and in the next few days, I was basically discussing Xinzhuangzi's request with Shopkeeper Liu and the others.

"My lord, do you want to use stones to build a two-story house?"

"This underground passage, which is three feet wide and six feet deep, is also connected to the toilet. This..."

Looking at some of Zhao Lang's weird requests, Shopkeeper Liu and the others understood why Juzi said that Zhao Lang was quite ingenious.

"What? Can't do it?"

Zhao Lang asked with a smile. In fact, there were still some things he didn't explain, but he just left a frame.

"My lord was joking, I'm just worried that you won't be able to use it in the future."

Shopkeeper Liu said that although these requests made by Zhao Lang were weird, they were not impossible.

Just spend some time and money.

"That's good, you just follow my instructions."

Zhao Lang persisted.

So the others stopped talking.

Time flies by.

In the next few days, Shopkeeper Liu and the others began to recruit people, and naturally someone would implement it with them.

Kong Jia returned to Zhuangzi a few days later and brought good news.

He got in touch with his old friends outside, and wanted to let more Confucian scholars come to Zhuangzi.

Study new characters and teach the children in Zhuangzi.

Zhao Lang naturally happily agreed to such a good deed.

Teacher, how could he think too much.

Ji Wushuang finally got a reply, and she was indeed helping the victims in the north.

And Zhao Lang was filled with joy as he watched the teenagers on the Zhuangzi slowly ripening together with the potatoes in the field.

Soon, the servants on the Zhuangzi discovered that their young master wanted to do something new recently.

Empty the cellar.

They also kicked out all the carpenters who were working, and let them collectively build small wooden houses next to the construction site of Xinzhuangzi.

On Zhuangzi, it can be said that there is no outsider.

When Zhao Lang saw that the potato seedlings were gradually withering and turning yellow, he knew it was time to call his father over.

"Uncle Fu, send a letter to my father, asking him to come back in a few days, saying that I want to return him 10 taels of gold."

Hearing this, Uncle Fu was suddenly stunned, and came over for a while before saying,

"Sir, what did you say?"

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Tell my father that I want to return him 10 taels of gold."

Forber said in disbelief,

"Where did you get the 10 taels of gold?"

He is in charge of all the finances in Zhuangzi, and now the whole Zhuangzi spends money like water, only going in and out.

Almost half of the 4 taels of gold that was just delivered has already been spent.

He was terrified when he saw it, where did Zhao Lang get the 10 taels of gold?