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

Knowing what Chen Ping meant, Zhao Lang showed a smile and said,

"The teacher was kind enough to teach me how to behave as a human being. Why do I say this? Is it just for my own show off?"

"Besides, some of these things are also military secrets, so it's good for fewer people to know about them."

Hearing these words, Chen Ping was slightly taken aback, then lowered his head a little ashamed.

He is also a man in his tens of years, and his temperament is actually not as good as that of a young man like Zhao Lang.

The main reason is that the Confucian leader's status is too special, and he wants to be recognized by the other party.

If it were an ordinary person, his state of mind would be different, and he immediately said convincingly,

"Young Master Lang, benevolence is unparalleled."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Brother Chen Ping is absurd, I will take you back to your room first."

Soon the two left here, but they didn't find a person standing behind the gate of the yard.

After the footsteps of Zhao Lang and the others had gone far away, the people behind the door came out slowly.

It was Kong Jia.

What Zhao Lang just said was still in his ears.

He was worried that the world would be in turmoil before, and it would be a little later now.

It never occurred to him that Zhao Lang had already made the arrangements.

Seeing the direction in which the two left, Kong Jia said with a complicated expression,

"No matter what method you use! As long as it can bring stability to the world, the teacher, the head of Confucianism, can resist for you."

Soon, the darkness covered Kong Jia's soliloquies.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lang invited the teacher, as well as those great Confucian scholars who had nothing to do for the time being, to his Zhuangzi to teach the teenagers.

So many Confucian scholars, it is a waste to put them here and not use them.

Zhao Lang also offered money to those Confucian scholars who were about to leave, with good etiquette.

Afterwards, Zhao Lang led his people back to Zhuangzi.

There is not much time left for him now.

There are also many things in Zhuangzi.

But with Chen Ping and Xiaoyu, Zhao Lang could save a lot of time and focus on military affairs.

Looking at the hundreds of 'Justice' brand grenades in front of him, Zhao Lang was still a little disappointed.

This little thing is not enough for a small war to consume, and the output still can't keep up.

But looking at the extremely tired Su, Zhao Lang couldn't blame him.

If it doesn't work, just use the most brutal black powder.

The power is a bit small, so let's use the quantity to make up.

"Su, thank you for your hard work."

Zhao Lang said with a little distress.

Su's age was placed in his previous life, when he was in high school, but now he hides every day, making gunpowder for himself.

"Patriarch, millet is not hard."

Su returned with a smile.

Like a big brother, Zhao Lang patted the opponent's head,

"Okay, take a good rest these days, um, by the way, let Uncle Fu come to me for a while."

Zhao Lang planned to hand over the most basic black gunpowder to Uncle Fu, but it was not the right time for Su's improved one.

And in the same way, it will only tell the production and distribution of raw materials, and the final mixing and matching must still be separated.

This is his biggest weapon hole card now, no matter how careful he is, he can't be too careful.

Only Forbe could reassure him.

Soon, Fu Bo came in front of him,

"Young master, you are called an old slave."

Fu Bo's self-proclaimed Zhao Lang thought about asking the other party to change it before, but the other party promised, but never changed.

Zhao Lang also followed him,

"Uncle Fu, I have an important matter here and I want to leave it to you."

Zhao Lang said directly that he and Uncle Fu don't need those polite things.

Forbe's face became serious, and he said,

"Don't hesitate to say, the old slave will definitely do it!"

Zhao Lang handed over the black powder materials to the other party, and then said,

"Forbe, according to the method above, manufacture these things in large quantities."

"But it must be the main thing. These three things must not be mixed!"

Zhao Lang emphasized it several times very solemnly.

He gave the safety manual to the other party.

These things can never go wrong.

After asking for a while, Zhao Lang finally said solemnly,

"Fu Bo, this list of materials must not fall into the hands of other people!"

Although it's not a big problem not to have a recipe list, but I still have to let Fu Bo pay attention.

Sure enough, Uncle Fu nodded solemnly and said,