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

Although he still doesn't know the specific location of the bandit, it's not a big problem, just wait for Ji Wushuang.

The name of the peasant saint is not just talking.

Immediately, Ah Er took the order and left.

But the Fusu people didn't leave?

"Is something wrong?"

Zhao Lang sat at the top, glanced at the few people indifferently, and said.

Zhao Lang was a little more patient with these people than others.

Because whether they want it or not, these second generations will definitely help manage it in the future.

Fusu said at this time,

"Brother Lang, I was the one who was rude outside just now."

"It's just that now there are only these old and weak left in the whole village. If we take away the young and strong, they won't be able to farm, so I'm afraid they won't be able to eat this year."

Young Master Gao and Ying Yinman on the side also nodded, only Hu Hai didn't care.

General Zhao Lang put the order in front of several people and said,

"Then what about the military order?"

Fusu hesitated, and said,

"I'll go talk to the general, it should be fine."

Zhao Lang suddenly sneered and said,

"Su, you are really kind. I also know that you have a good relationship with the general."

"But even if you save the people in this village, the gap in the number of people has to be made up, and other villages will have more people."

"Then people from other villages deserve to die?"

Fu Su was taken aback when he heard this, he hadn't thought about it so much just now.

Just looking at the old and weak in the village is really pitiful.

Gritting his teeth, he continued,

"Then reduce all conquests."

Zhao Lang laughed when he heard this,

"Who do you think you are? The heir of Daqin?"

"I!..."

When Fusu heard this, he hesitated for a moment. Although he is the eldest son of Qin Shihuang, Daqin has not established a crown prince yet.

He really can't be said to be the heir of Daqin.

Hearing this, other people also had a strange look on their faces.

Fu Su only felt a suffocation in his heart, and he decided to write a letter to his father after returning home!

We must reduce the labor in Liaodong.

The people in Liaodong are really suffering!

Seeing that Fusu stopped talking, Zhao Lang said,

"Follow my order, and wipe out the bandits here tomorrow, and their life may be easier."

Several people got up and left immediately, Ying Yinman stayed at the end,

"Cold blood!"

After scolding Zhao Lang, he went out.

After being scolded by Ying Yinman, Zhao Lang didn't care. He knew that everyone else probably thought so.

It's just that he himself has some doubts.

Ordinarily, Liaodong has already recruited civilian husbands twice, it shouldn't be.

It depends on when Qin Shihuang was in power, except for the nobles of the six countries who provoked rebellion.

But there were basically no peasant rebellions.

Because he can always grasp a degree.

But this time, the persecution was really a bit too much, as if they were deliberately punishing the people of Liaodong.

It's really strange.

But that's good too, the tighter the people in Liaodong were suppressed, the more he led the farmers to have a chance to attack.

Soon, at night, Zhao Lang unceremoniously occupied the hall.

What is written on the cloth.

Soon, a black shadow flashed across the room, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The flames were also blown on and off.

It looked extremely scary.

Zhao Lang just stretched his waist and said,

"Come out as soon as you come."

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the room.

Ji Wushuang pouted and said,

"Boring! You are not afraid of ghosts."

"I haven't done anything wrong, why should I be afraid?"

Zhao Lang said angrily, and then handed over some cloth full of words,

"Take this thing."