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

"Forbe, how about the recruitment of handmade crossbows?"

Faber was startled for a moment, and said a little nervously,

"This..."

Zhao Lang suddenly understood, how many days had he only given the picture to Uncle Fu?

How can it be so fast?

Quickly interface to,

"It's okay, just take your time."

Faber breathed a sigh of relief.

But this also reminded Zhao Lang that he must have his own arsenal.

After all, even Su and the others improved the black powder.

If they only rely on millet to make gunpowder, even if they are exhausted, the black gunpowder produced may only be able to supply a small-to-medium scale battle.

It's just that in Daqin, it is not so easy to find some mature craftsmen.

This is a bit annoying.

I hope that when the time comes to solve the puzzles of the Mohists, some Mohist disciples will be recruited.

After all, these people also have to eat.

After leaving Uncle Fu's place, Zhao Lang planned to let Dagou and others go to Xinzhuangzi tomorrow to warm up their popularity.

I will go to see my father again in two days.

By the way, use this principal position to exchange some funds.

He is poor!

Yunzhong County has just started to develop now, and it is another gold-swallowing beast.

It's good that Liaodong County already has output, but it's also a lot of consumption.

There are so many farmers who are almost destitute, and they need money to help them!

Only at this time can Zhao Lang realize how hard it is to be a master.

Of course enjoyment is enjoyment, but pressure is also really stressful.

Fortunately, he still has a cheap daddy to count on.

Of course, without the financial support of his father, Zhao Lang could still develop.

But this speed will be much slower.

In the evening, Zhao Lang stayed with Xiao Qi obediently, but today he must be restrained.

It's not that the six waves in one night are dead, it's because I don't want to hurt Xiao Qi.

The night is long, Zhao Lang can only tell stories again,

"Xiaoqi, where did we go with the monkey story last time?"

It's been so long, Zhao Lang has almost forgotten it.

But Xiao Qi remembers it clearly, because she often talks about it with the boys in Zhuangzi.

"My lord, you said that a little monkey has held seven fairies."

"Yes, yes, after that monkey used magic to hold those seven beautiful fairies, guess what he did?"

Xiao Qi blushed slightly, and said a little reservedly,

"Facing seven beautiful fairies, it's natural to do what you know how to do."

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"That's right, that monkey ate all the fairy peaches in the yard, leaving no one left!"

"what?"

"Xiao Qi, what are you?"

"It's nothing, son, you continue to talk."

...

"In the end, the monkey knocked down the gods all over the sky, and went back to Huaguo Mountain by himself, living a happy life."

"The story is over!"

"Wow! Young Master, this story is really wonderful."

Hearing Xiao Qi's exaggerated applause, Zhao Lang also nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, the story is over, you should also take a rest."

"Yes, son, hee hee."

Xiao Qi returned with a smile.

Zhao Lang asked a little strangely,

"Xiao Qi, what are you laughing at?"

At this time, Xiao Qi returned with a suppressed smile,

"My lord, you said that monkey is a monkey, how could it stop seven beautiful fairies and then go eat peaches."

"However, son, you are like him."

Zhao Lang was stopped by Xiao Qi for the first time, and said,

"what for?"

Xiao Qi smiled with a blushing face,

"Xiaoqi is right next to you, but you just want to tell a story."

Zhao Lang was stunned. Was he despised?Said fiercely,