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

A group of teenagers in tattered clothes stared at the porridge.

Such thick porridge, they can only see it during Chinese New Year.

The life of an ordinary farmer in Daqin is not very easy.

Wang Cai distributed porridge to everyone and said,

"You have accumulated great virtues, entered Zhuangzi, and met the young master. Go and ask, who gave you breakfast!"

Zhao Lang showed a faint smile on the side. Since he promised these young people to take care of themselves, he would naturally do it.

Anyway, there is no shortage of food on Zhuangzi.

After the potatoes came out, there was no shortage of them.

But soon, a chaotic scene appeared in the small yard.

In order to eat the porridge first, the teenagers huddled in front of them, almost fighting.

Several of them were relatively short and fell to the ground.

This is their survival law, whoever grabs it is whoever gets it.

"Return them all to me! Otherwise, no one will have to eat!"

Zhao Lang stepped forward and said with a frown.

Although he is only sixteen or seventeen years old, he has not been too bad since he was young.

Much taller than these teenagers, more special forces physique.

Directly push these youngsters back.

Facing Zhao Lang, most of the people bowed their heads, but they had the most courage to die. Looking at Zhao Lang stubbornly said,

"You... Patriarch, you said you would feed us."

"You are so brave! How dare you talk to the son like that!"

Seeing this scene, Wang Cai immediately scolded him.

Zhao Lang didn't care, the reason why he chose these teenagers.

Just for the youthful vigor they still have.

Look at Wang Cai, although he is still young, he has been trained by Fu Bo and the others to become a qualified servant.

"Yes, I still remember that I am the head of the house."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"I did promise to be full, but when you are here with me, you have to abide by my rules."

"Now, all of you, form two teams from low to high!"

Zhao Lang didn't talk about the great truth of unity and fraternity. Who wants to listen to this?

Just force the order.

Under the temptation of the food, the teenagers stood up according to Zhao Lang's instructions, and began to serve the porridge one by one.

Soon, the sound of drinking porridge could be heard in the small yard.

"Bring me a bowl too."

Zhao Lang picked up the bowl and said.

"Young master, this..."

Wang Cai hesitated.

This porridge is actually good, but only in relative terms.

Compared with Zhao Lang's usual food, there is still a gap.

"What? You can't drink this porridge?"

Zhao Lang laughed.

"No no no."

Wang Cai quickly denied it, and then gave Zhao Lang a bowl.

Zhao Lang took the porridge and drank it with all the teenagers.

After drinking a bowl of porridge, Zhao Lang said,

"Every morning from now on, my breakfast will be the same as theirs."

Hearing this, the gazes of all the teenagers in the yard looking at Zhao Lang changed slightly.

Wang Cai couldn't refuse, and could only think of letting the kitchen make the ingredients better.

Then he said to Death on the side,

"After that, I would line up like this every day to get porridge. Damn it, you arrange it."

"You have to wait until everyone has the porridge before you can get it, understand?"

Damn looked at Zhao Lang and frowned, as if he didn't understand why he could eat it last.

"understood."

Go to die and finally come back.

Only then did Zhao Lang nodded, ready to go to see how the small venue he wanted was doing.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Hefu and several others at the gate of the yard, looking at him with complicated eyes.

"Uncle Heifu, when did you come back?"

Zhao Lang asked quickly.

Hafe returns,

"Just arrived."

"Master, yesterday we went back to collect people, and we were already planning to go back to Zhuangzi."