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

"Boss, we got urgently needed supplies, why are you sighing?"

Chen Sheng asked a little beeping.

The farm is in short supply right now, and it should be happy to be sent up to take advantage of it now.

Zhao Lang clicked his mouth and said with some regret,

"Most of Chu's money and supplies are in the hands of Mrs. Xiang. With such a little stuff from the King of Chu, we are barely able to survive the winter."

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang regretted it again.

"If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have killed Xiang Liang. Xiang's asking price must have been much higher."

"such a pity."

Chen Sheng on the side stopped talking, and his leader's appetite was too great.

"Forget it, nothing goes well in this world, Chen Sheng, please tell me about the situation of Yunmengze during this period of time."

Zhao Lang looked at the direction the messenger was leaving again, and said to Chen Sheng.

At this moment, after the envoy left Yunmengze, he galloped all the way.

But just after leaving Yunmengze's control area, a cavalry blocked their way.

When the messenger saw the other party, he fled in all directions without any hesitation.

But by this time it was too late.

The opponent had already prepared an ambush, and within a quarter of an hour, all the envoys were killed.

Soon, the cloth with the imprint of the head of the peasant family on the messenger's body was also found.

Then he was sent to an old man by a strong man, and said with great admiration,

"Mr. Fan, as you expected, the King of Chu is also in contact with the farmers in Yunmengze. It seems that they have reached an agreement."

This group of people is exactly Xiang Zhuang and others.

Fan Zeng looked at the cloth in his hand and said calmly,

"The king of Chu is really willing, this is almost all of his property."

"If I hadn't sent the messenger over in advance to set up eyeliner, I would have really let him succeed."

"But now, there is one thing that is certain, the head of the farm family is in Yunmengze!"

"Hmph, this time there is no need to contact Chen Sheng, you can directly negotiate with the head of agriculture!"

"Send this cloth to Yunmeng Lake!"

Xiang Zhuang hesitated for a moment, then said,

"Sir, if we do this, will we offend the leader of the farm family?"

"Also, King Zhao should have arrived at Yunmengze by now, how should I deal with it?"

Fan Zeng laughed and said confidently,

"It's okay, just give him this pressure!"

"You have also seen it along the way. Although there are many people in the farm, they are short of supplies. Otherwise, they would not form an alliance with the King of Chu just for this little thing."

"As for King Zhao, he himself lacks supplies, how can he compare with us?"

"This time, the old man gave the head of the farm family three times as much supplies as the king of Chu! This is coercion! Even the head of the farm family must submit to us!"

Hearing Fan Zeng's plan, Xiang Zhuang's eyes were full of admiration, he was completely convinced.

No wonder the uncle had to invite Fan Zeng in person that time, such a talented person is really desirable but not sought after!

It can be seen that in just a few dozen days, the farmer has already been included in the bag.

With Fan Zeng here, Xiang has no worries!

Fan Zeng directly handed the blood-stained cloth to the messenger and said,

"Send a message to Yunmengze!"

Soon, a fast horse headed towards Yunmengze.

At this time, Zhao Lang was looking at the information in front of him with a big face,

"With 15 farmers, there is only enough food for three months?"

Everyone in Zhao Lang was paralyzed. He had expected that Yunmengze's situation was not good, but he didn't expect it to be so bad!

The consequence of the sudden increase in the number of people is that there is not enough food.

Although there is land reclamation, but the time is too short. If we really want to be completely self-sufficient, I am afraid it will not be until next autumn.

Wood is easy to say, and now there are trees everywhere.

Chen Sheng grabbed the corner of his clothes uncomfortably, and replied,

"Boss, this food is still enough for the winter, as long as you don't starve to death anyway."

"How can you be full of food every day like Zhuangzi?"

Zhao Lang's request was different from his request.

Zhao Lang sighed,

"If there is no other way, that's the only way to do it, but ordinary people will get over it once they suffer."

"What about the old man, the child, and the farmers who are in charge of fighting?"

Chen Sheng stammered and said,

"Farmers who are in charge of fighting naturally supply food alone to ensure their combat effectiveness."

"Children don't eat much. As for the elderly...even if food is given, they will save it for the children at home."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's heart was a little heavy. Huaxia's old man would indeed do this.

Even in the previous life, if there were any good things, the old man would save them for the children.

But the more this is the case, the more Zhao Lang can't let this kind of thing happen, and said with a bit of coldness,