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

But he quickly asked,

"Gongzi Lang, these legends are rarely heard by old Taoists. Where did they come from?"

Zhao Lang said without blushing, without heartbeat,

"It's all inherited from the peasants. Look at this Pangu, isn't it the representative of the hard work of our Chinese people?"

"Isn't this Nuwa the proof that my Chinese people are thriving?"

"This braggadocio is exactly the performance of my people in China who are indomitable and fighting against the sky."

"Old Huang, you still don't go deep into the folks enough. You have to remember that the folks have great wisdom."

The veteran Huang Shi nodded thoughtfully, but quickly frowned and asked,

"But what can the old man do?"

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up, he was waiting for this sentence!

"Old Huang, compile these myths and legends into classics and spread them first."

"Then send people from Taoism to walk among the people to solve the problems, and the people will do the rest for you."

The veteran Huang Shi nodded repeatedly, but he quickly realized,

"My Taoist school doesn't have so many disciples."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang laughed even more happily, man, he has it!

"It doesn't matter, Lao Huang, you first gather all the disciples of the Taoist school and compile the classics first."

The veteran Huangshi said with some embarrassment,

"Girl Lang, how can the old man implicate other people with such things?"

Zhao Lang's face became serious, and he said,

"Old Huang! How can this implicate others?"

"Think about it, after this time, you will really become famous. How much fame is this? Are you afraid that others will steal your reputation?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, old Huang, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

The veteran Huangshi was a bit over the top for a while, of course he didn't mean it.

"Old man, how could I be this kind of person! I'll go right away..."

The old man was about to say that he was going to write a letter to call for help, but when he saw Zhao Lang's bright eyes, he suddenly came back to his senses!

frowning and asked,

"Young Master Lang, why do you care so much about Taoism for no reason?"

Zhao Lang was taken aback by the question, but soon smiled and said very sincerely,

"My own things are always better."

This is his truth.

Of course, if Taoism develops in the future and these people are unwilling to take care of things, he can only reluctantly help out.

The veteran Huang Shi took a closer look at Zhao Lang, but he couldn't see anything wrong.

These things, now it seems, are of no benefit.

I'm afraid it will take ten years, or even a hundred years to see the effect.

The veteran Huang Shi couldn't help but glanced at Zhao Lang,

"Alright, the old Taoist will agree to this matter."

Zhao Lang laughed immediately, of course he wanted more than that.

This is only the first step in the establishment, and it will be transformed later.

Of course, for some things, it takes hundreds or even last year to see the effect.

Then it's none of his business.

Anyway, now, the people of Daqin finally have someone to put their hearts on.

Let Tianyi send Lao Huang back to rest.

Slaves and the others still haven't come back, they just send a message that they are asking for information.

As for the process, Zhao Lang didn't ask much.

Early the next morning.

Zhao Lang saw Lao Huang asking his servant to deliver the letter for him.

It seems to be a letter written overnight last night.

Zhao Lang nodded in satisfaction. These old people are very reliable in their work.

I went out and took a look, and it was obviously much cleaner this morning.

After all, the three schools of Confucianism, France and Mohism have already left the venue, and many people have already left Xianyang yesterday.

It's just that Zhao Lang still felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't get much benefit from such a big event.

The two schools of Confucianism and Legalism stopped talking, and I originally planned to make too much progress.

At any rate, Confucianism gave him a group of Gongyang Confucian scholars.

The Legalists have no hairs.

The Mohist school that he was thinking about, originally wanted to recruit some Mohist disciples, but in the end, he only met one side.

Also found that his papermaking, printing techniques leaked.

In short, a blood loss.

"Hey, normal heart, normal heart, the world doesn't revolve around you."

Zhao Lang comforted himself with a few words.

Then prepare to go to Taiwei Mansion.