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

Qin Shihuang frowned, he didn't have the heart to play around with these people, and said directly to Zhao Gao,

"Zhao Gao! What's the matter with you!"

Zhao Gao shook his body and said with a smile,

"Your Majesty, you seem to have just given those Zhuangzi in the north to Young Master Lang."

"When will I..."

Before Qin Shihuang finished speaking, he was stunned.

What did he say? It sounded familiar.

In the end, Qin Shihuang could only smile and shake his head,

"This kid..."

Those Zhuangzi in the north have made a lot of money.

Of course, it's nothing compared to potatoes.

At this moment, Zhao Lang walked in with Uncle Fu, and said enthusiastically,

"Father, Uncle Fu is here, we have to move faster."

"Plant another wave while the weather is still cold."

Zhao Gao looked at Qin Shihuang.

Qin Shihuang waved his hand, and Zhao Gao went out to call for someone, ready to hand over Zhuangzi.

Just in the room, when it was buzzing.

In the Zhuangzi where Tian Lao and the others lived, it was a little quiet.

"Old Tian, ​​what's the matter with you, today's bumper harvest, why don't you seem so happy?"

Xu Yue lay comfortably on the recliner made by Zhao Lang and asked.

Looking at the fields these days exhausted him.

Mr. Huang, who didn't talk much, was also a little puzzled.

Elder Tian didn't know what he was thinking, when he heard the question, he hesitated, and said,

"You say, what would happen if the head of my farm was the emperor of the Great Qin?"

Snapped!

As soon as Mr. Tian finished speaking, Xu Yue fell off the reclining chair.

Makes a screeching sound.

Mr. Huang also opened his mouth slightly.

Xu Yue got up and looked at Chen Sheng and Wu Guang outside the door.

Only then muttered with a wry smile,

"Tian Lao, where are you thinking?"

"Our farm family has already injured its muscles and bones, how can we have such strength."

Elder Tian said calmly,

"What if?"

Xu Yue climbed back onto the deck chair and said with a smile,

"Mr. Tian, ​​if there is such a day, it will be a great joy for the peasants of the world!"

"Think about it, the emperor is his own, how can our farm not prosper? Hahaha!"

"But how is this possible?"

Hearing this, Elder Tian seemed relieved.

"You are right, the emperor is his own, it is indeed a great joy for the peasants of the world."

"As for the possibility, the old man wants to live as long as possible."

"When people live for a long time, they can always see things that don't happen often."

For example, a few years ago, he had seen the emperor of Great Qin traveling with his Zhongshu Ling and the prime minister.

Chapter 107 With the talent of a prodigal son, he can take up any position (second update)

The sky is getting late, and the setting sun hangs in the sky like a salted duck egg yolk.

Smoke began to rise from the Zhuangzi, and the teenagers practiced and ate as usual.

The servants also performed their duties.

Qin Shihuang stood on the steps, looked at the lively scene in Zhuangzi, and said to the people beside him,

"You say, if everyone in my Daqin could be like the people in this village, how great would it be without worrying about food and clothing?"

Li Si said with a smile,

"Your Majesty, how much effort has Mr. Zhuang Zi Lang put in to maintain it like this."

"However, with this potato, it is possible that no one will starve to death in Daqin after more than ten years."

Qin Shihuang sighed silently, more than ten years.

Qin Shihuang stopped talking until he watched the sun set and night fell.

He took the people back into the room.

Sitting on a chair, staring at the piles of potatoes in the room in a daze.

"Your Majesty, if nothing happens, I will leave."

Li Si arrived at this time to salute.

Qin Shihuang came back to his senses and said,

"I want Lang'er to go to the north to practice and practice."