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

When Zhao Lang spoke, Heifu and the others naturally did not dare not to listen.

But Heff quickly said,

"Young master, go to hell. This kid is stubborn and has caused trouble for him."

Zhao Lang frowned slightly.

"Uncle Heifu, why are you still scolding?"

Heifu was stunned for a moment, pointed to the boy kneeling in the middle of the yard, and said,

"Young master, this kid is going to die."

"The family was afraid that the child would be difficult to support, so they chose this name."

Zhao Lang can only say that the world is so big that there are no wonders.

Think of Huo Qubing's name, probably the same.

Looking at the other boys, he asked,

"What are their names?"

Haf immediately began to introduce,

"The short one is called Dagou, the smiling one is Erhei, the thinner one is called Amao, and..."

Zhao Lang could only be silent when he heard these simple names.

Fine.

"These are your children, Uncle Black?"

Hafe returns,

"Not all of them. There are also boys from the same village. I heard that I want to bring people to Zhuangzi, so I asked me to bring them over for you to see."

Zhao Lang nodded,

"Okay, I'll take it all, and the treatment will be given to the ordinary servants of Zhuangzi."

Hefu was stunned for a moment,

"Young master, you mean, give me the money back?"

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"I know that these boys are now the labor of the family. This treatment is a little less, but it will increase every year."

In this era, people are already adults at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and living to the age of 60 is considered a long life.

Just look at Heifu and the others, with their old faces, the first time Zhao Lang saw them, he thought they were all five or sixty years old, but in fact they were only under forty.

Heff explained quickly at this time,

"I didn't mean it that way, son, it's already a big favor for you to fill your mouth with food."

At this age, the stomach is a bottomless pit, and it can't be filled at all, and it takes so little effort to work.

Half the lad, eat the poor old man, that's how the words come.

Can you direct these children to work at will?

Zhao Lang shook his head involuntarily. In his previous life, the most ruthless capitalists would not dare to do this.

"That's how the treatment is set."

Then he said to Wang Cai next to him,

"Go and talk to Uncle Fu and invite a gentleman for Zhuangzi. These children can't be abandoned."

He wants to train the ideal guard, what if he can't read?

"Please sir?"

Heifu's eyes instantly turned red, and he said loudly,

"Young master, I, Heifu, can call the shots for these boys today. I will be Zhuangzi's people in this life!"

And said to all the boys,

"Boys, your luck has arrived! When you meet the son, you kneel down and call the master!"

The boys are all ignorant and don't know the difference between being called a son and a master.

In their eyes, Hefu is the most authoritative person, and now if he wants to call himself the head of the family, he will definitely not be wrong.

So they all knelt down and cried,

"Homeowner."

Only to die without shouting.

"Go to hell, what are you still dawdling at?"

Heff urged.

Give money and return it to Mr. Please. This kind of treatment is not available to the sons of ordinary small landlords.

So, he didn't have to ask, he made the decision for everyone.

When I die, I raised my head, a small face full of stubbornness, and said,

"Are you full? Just call me."

Zhao Lang was a little surprised when he saw this scene, but when he heard the words of death, he said with a smile,

"I'm full, everyone is full, but let's make it clear first, it will be very hard on Zhuangzi."

Of his training programs, few are easy.

Go to hell, eyes light up, come back,

"We are not afraid of suffering, but we are afraid of not being full!"

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Wangcai, let the kitchen make some more food and send it over."