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

Zhao Lang shook his head indifferently, Qin Shihuang was the only one controlling the inside and outside of Daqin.

After the death of Qin Shihuang, whoever dares to use this kind of great benevolence regardless of internal and external.

Just wait to be divided into five horses by the remnants of the six kingdoms and the Huns.

Of course, this is not something he has to worry about.

The crater of Daqin depends on which unlucky person sits on it.

It's good for him to be a free and easy little rebel.

If this way of great benevolence can survive this troubled world...

Zhao Lang thought of something, and said with a smile,

"Teacher, in ancient times, Confucius punished Shao Zhengmao, so I can't kill those rotten Confucians?"

when!

After a muffled sound, Zhao Lang saw his teacher stand up in shock.

Zhao Lang was startled,

"Teacher, why are you so excited?"

Kong Jia said with a serious face,

"Confucius punished Shao Zhengmao, and he has been criticized to this day."

"Do you know the consequences of doing this?"

Zhao Lang blinked and said,

"Teacher, this disciple is not a murderer. He will not kill without reason. Moreover, even if these rotten scholars are handed over to disciples, they will be useful."

"Besides, this is just a disciple's idea."

Kong Jia breathed a sigh of relief.

Killing Confucian scholars who are in charge of pens will be scolded for thousands of years by these people!

"Ruru? That's an appropriate name. What do you want these people to do?"

"Even if they are used to teach children to read, I'm afraid they will be contaminated with some bad styles."

Kong Jia didn't have a good impression of Confucian scholars like Chunyu Yue.

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Teacher, we can use these people to teach our enemies!"

"If you can teach wolves to become sheep, it will be considered a success."

"It's a pity that this kind of talent is not easy to find for the time being, otherwise, I still have a few little Xiongnu here, so I can just try it."

Kong Jia was slightly taken aback, thought of something, and said,

"Lang'er, do you still remember my junior brother?"

"It's Su's teacher, maybe let him try."

After exhorting Zhao Lang again, Kong Jia let him leave.

Looking at Zhao Lang's back, Kong Jia sighed slightly,

"I hope Lang'er can really use these people."

Kong Jia still didn't want to, but one day, Zhao Lang took all the Gongyang Confucian scholars and raised the butcher's knife at other Confucian scholars.

Because according to his disciple's behavior style, this really happened.

And his identity can no longer be hidden.

Next summer, those books should be about the same.

When the time comes, it's time to reveal his identity and officially announce to all Confucian scholars that Zhao Lang is his disciple!

Chapter 302 Is this the question you should be asking now?

Chapter 302 Is This The Question You Should Be Asking Now?

When Zhao Lang came out.

The snow outside has been getting bigger and bigger.

It's just that there is not much snow on the ground for a while.

Zhao Lang had never seen such a heavy snowfall in his previous life, and he felt a little strange in his heart.

Looking at this trend, after two days, the whole world should be a vast expanse of whiteness!

Well, at that time, you can call a few people to play with the snowman.

Just as Zhao Lang was thinking, Uncle Fu hurried over to him.

Zhao Lang happened to want to find the other party too,

"Uncle Fu, it's snowing. Let's go to Xinzhuangzi. It's warm there. We'll come back when spring comes."

It's just that Uncle Fu didn't seem to care about what he said at all. When he came to him, he said with a bit of sadness,

"My lord, with such heavy snowfall, the farmers may suffer disaster."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang was slightly taken aback.

Of course Zhao Lang knew that heavy snow could cause disasters, but he didn't remember that Daqin had suffered any serious snow disasters.

"Uncle Fu, although the snow is heavy, it won't be a disaster."

Forbe sighed and said,

"Young master, this little snow is of course not harmful to us, but it is a disaster to those farmers who only have one dilapidated house."

Zhao Lang immediately understood that in today's Great Qin, winter is a natural choice.

But as long as it is not a large-scale displacement, and freezing to death and starving to death, it will not be included in the history books.

Zhao Lang nodded slightly, the farmers are his people,