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

"Old Bai, what's the matter with you?"

These people didn't speak, so Zhao Lang had no choice but to ask.

Only people like Juzi came back to their senses as if they had just woken up from a dream.

Juzi looked at Zhao Lang with piercing eyes, and said,

"Girl Lang, how did you know about this Mohist secret technique, the technique of the small hole?"

"This is the untold secret of the Mo family!"

The technique of the small hole is naturally no secret to the Mohist core.

There are records in the classics handed down by Mozi.

But Zhao Lang, who had nothing to do with the Mo family, knew so clearly.

It's very abnormal!

Zhao Lang was taken aback for a moment, but he ignored this point.

These things were taught in physics class in the previous life.

But in Daqin, it is still an extremely high-end secret technique.

To be honest, since ancient times, each family in China has had a big problem. They always like to hide something.

Even accepting an apprentice must be careful, teach the apprentice, and starve the master to death.

In this way, many things are actually lost.

There's no right or wrong way to say this, it's just a pity.

Zhao Lang quickly came back to his senses, and with a bit of confusion, said,

"Is the principle of this thing actually simple? You can tell it at a glance."

Hearing this, the light in Juzi's eyes became brighter,

"You know it when you see it?"

Of course Zhao Lang wasn't, but the atmosphere was already here, so there was no reason to admit cowardice.

Anyway, they are all craftsmen in their own village, so they pretend to be beeps, so they are afraid of being exposed?

Zhao Lang immediately nodded, and by the way,

"Well, I know a lot more about these little tricks."

Hearing this, Juzi's eyes seemed to grow on Zhao Lang's body, if it wasn't for the pulling of shopkeeper Liu, he would have rushed over!

"You know a lot more?"

Looking at the excitement of these people, Zhao Lang could understand.

They are all ordinary craftsmen in their own family. For them, the Mo family is high above and untouchable!

Just look at yesterday, his teacher, even sitting next to the corner of the Confucian debate, was already very satisfied.

Now, the secret technique of the Mohist family has been deciphered so casually by myself.

Of course I will be excited.

After thinking about how to appease the other party, Zhao Lang said,

"It's okay, don't get excited."

"I see that you have built the new Zhuangzi well this time. When I return to the Zhuangzi tomorrow, I will teach you a few tricks."

There is nothing wrong with teaching some simple physics experiments to these people.

As soon as these words came out, Juzi and the others immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Young Master Lang, you don't have to wait for tomorrow, I can just wait now."

Shopkeeper Liu on the side spoke eagerly.

Zhao Lang was immediately displeased, and frowned slightly and glanced at him.

Why is this man so blind?

Didn't you see that you still brought someone with you?If it weren't for the fact that this person was familiar with Bai Lao, he wouldn't even bother to talk to him.

"Bai Lao, I'll go back to Zhuangzi tomorrow, so tell me when you come back."

"We went shopping first."

Zhao Lang was about to leave after finishing speaking, but Bai Lao grabbed him,

"Girl Lang, since you have such an ingenious idea, why don't you participate in the Mohist's riddle?"

"I heard that the rewards this time are extremely generous."

Juzi was thinking about how to give Zhao Lang the qualification to enter.

I saw Zhao Lang take out a piece of cloth and said,

"Well, I have the qualification to enter, and it was given by a Mohist disciple."

Hearing this, Juzi and the others were taken aback again.

When did Zhao Lang get the admission qualification?

Except for the people recommended by various places at the beginning, Xianyang's admission qualifications are all issued by him himself!

Looking at the appearance of Bai Lao and the others, Zhao Lang suddenly couldn't bear it.

I just easily uncovered the secret technique of the Mohist school, and now I say that I know the Mohist disciples.

For these people, their current circle is too high-end.

Sighing silently, Zhao Lang felt that he could no longer provoke Bai Lao, fearing that he would not be able to hold on alone, and he would be gone.

This is a great sin.

So comforted,

"Old Bai, don't get excited. In this way, these Mohist disciples should all come back for this Mohist riddle-solving conference."