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

This also proves the extraordinaryness of the other party in a certain way, because ordinary people are like the girl Su.

has no last name.

"Excuse me, is Xu Yue at home?"

Zhao Lang stood outside the door and asked.

"Let's go, I have no food to pay taxes."

Soon a voice sounded from the room, and a middle-aged man with a face full of vicissitudes came out not long after.

Looking at Zhao Lang, the middle-aged man frowned and said,

"You are not from the government."

"I'm not."

Zhao Lang shook his head, then saluted,

"Excuse me, are you Xu Yue, a farmer's son?"

When you invite people, you must have an inviting attitude, and it is always okay to treat people with courtesy.

But when the other party heard the word farmhouse, his eyes shrank suddenly, and then he said,

"What farmhouse? I don't know what you're talking about."

Hearing the other party's denial, no matter what the reason is, Zhao Lang is not reluctant.

He wanted someone to help grow potatoes, and if he didn't want to, there would be a big mess.

There are so many people on the list, not one less than him.

"That's disturbing, farewell."

Zhao Lang turned around very simply, ready to leave.

The middle-aged man also frowned and looked at Zhao Lang, as if he wanted to see the origin of this person who suddenly visited and left suddenly.

When he saw the old jade pendant on Zhao Lang's body, his face changed greatly, and he said,

"and many more!"

Zhao Lang turned around and asked,

"Is there anything else?"

The middle-aged man looked Zhao Lang up and down and asked,

"Are you a farmer?"

Zhao Lang was still thinking about the other party's intention to ask such a question, and two choices appeared in front of him.

"One: The answer is yes, reward primary chemistry knowledge."

"Two: The answer is no, and the Quyuan Plow drawings will be rewarded."

Looking at the two options, Zhao Lang hesitated.

Because both options are good.

Basic chemistry knowledge, with Xu Gui and a few warlocks, he can also use it.

It might even increase the power of black powder.

But this is too far.

But now in the entire Daqin, farming is basically done by manpower, and the efficiency is extremely low.

With the big killer of the curved plough, it can greatly solve the problem of farming.

And Zhao Lang didn't want to lie, so he returned,

"I'm not a farmer."

"no?"

The middle-aged man's eyes began to flicker dangerously, and he asked,

"Then how do you know I'm here? Where did the jade pendant come from?"

Zhao Lang returned,

"It was a gift from a friend."

"Gift from a friend?"

The middle-aged man looked at Zhao Lang and said in a low voice,

"Are you the one chosen by the leader?"

Zhao Lang didn't understand what the other party said, and was about to ask.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man's expression changed, and he said,

"careful!"

Then one hand patted Zhao Lang.

If it's real, you'll be killed or injured!

This action was too sudden, even if the other party had already spoken to remind him, Zhao Lang only had time to turn away slightly.

But it still fell on the shoulder, and there was a sharp pain in an instant.

But at this time it was too late to cry out, because another move from the other party had already come.

Zhao Lang suddenly became unnamed in his heart.

Left hand raised to block.

The right hand broke free from the opponent's grasp on the shoulder.

Zhao Lang's legs were not idle either, and he kicked the opponent's crotch directly!

If kicked.

Make sure to let the other party's chickens fly.