The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

Hearing his cheap dad's words, Zhao Lang of course understood what he meant, and his face immediately flushed.

It must be said that the cheap dad was very kind to him.

No matter who it is, in just a few months, they will give 70,000 taels of gold, without asking where.

Even a real son requires a lot of trust and courage.

Of course, what Zhao Lang takes out every time is worth far more than the money.

It just takes time to transform.

"Father, I didn't ask you for money this time."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"I really have a surprise for you."

Although Qin Shi Huang already knew what he knew, he still said with a smile,

"Okay, Dad, let's see what surprises you have."

Zhao Lang immediately waved his hand and walked forward first, saying,

"Let's go to the fields."

Qin Shi Huang was not surprised, he followed and walked outside.

When I got to the door, I saw the young people on Zhuangzi, under the leadership of Wang Jian.

There was a neat line, already waiting for them.

Seeing Qin Shi Huang, Wang Jian immediately nodded and saluted.

"Today's situation is a bit special, it can only be one of my own."

Zhao Lang explained with a smile.

Qin Shi Huang nodded in relief. Stirrups and horseshoes are very useful, but they are simple in style. Ordinary people can understand it just by looking at them.

It does require some attention.

Just looking around, Qin Shihuang didn't notice that Zhao Lang brought the horse out.

So he pretended to say casually,

"Lang'er, don't we need a horse?"

Zhao Lang returned quickly,

"No, it's not too far, it's in our field."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked over.

Zhao Gao and Li Si also glanced at Qin Shi Huang with some doubts. How can you show the benefits of stirrups and horseshoes without a horse?

Qin Shi Huang was stunned for a moment at first, but he quickly remembered the time when Zhao Lang gave him the printing technique.

With a smile, he whispered to the two of them,

"Lang'er's temperament is still a little lively, and she always wants to see us look surprised."

Having said that, the two of them immediately understood and understood.

They used to be the same, always thinking of being a blockbuster, and then enjoying the shock and admiration of the people around them.

Qin Shi Huang went on to say,

"It's just that his temperament has to be changed. How can he be convincing in the future? He can't be too complacent today."

Zhao Gao and Li Si also smiled and nodded.

In fact, every time they think about the situation when they met Zhao Lang for the first time.

His face was a little hot, and his performance that day was indeed a bit shameful.

Li Si even said with a smile,

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, today, I'll let Young Master Lang see what a landslide is in front of me, but my face doesn't change color."

Li Si is the Prime Minister of Great Qin.

He is also the head of the Legalists.

In terms of the city's tolerance, it is absolutely rare in the world.

He always felt that last time, Zhao Lang didn't play his cards according to common sense, so he was so rude.

Now, with preparation, I know Zhao Lang's trump card.

In any case, it is impossible to be the same as before.

Soon, the group arrived in the field.

All the teenagers spread out in an extremely orderly manner.

Make sure no one is approaching.

This scene made Qin Shihuang's eyes shine again and again, in such a short period of time.

It's unbelievable that these youngsters can achieve this level.

At this time, Zhao Lang walked over with Mr. Tian and the others, and introduced each other,

"Father, let me introduce you to Mr. Tian, ​​Xu Yue, and Mr. Huang."

"It's all my people."

"Everyone, this is my father."

Qin Shihuang naturally understood that this was a peasant family.

Suddenly a smile appeared.

The two sides simply greeted each other, and Zhao Lang asked everyone to hurry to the fields.

No one noticed that after Tian Lao saw the three of Qin Shi Huang, his hands instantly began to tremble!

The look in Zhao Lang's eyes again is extremely complicated!

Looking around, they were all his own people, Zhao Lang said,

"Father, the 100,000 taels of gold I want to give you are here."

Qin Shihuang, who was waiting for Zhao Lang to take out the stirrups and horseshoes, looked at the withered vines all over the ground and wondered,

"These dead crops are your 100,000 taels of gold?"

Zhao Lang stopped detours and said,

"Father, it's not dead crops, but ripe grains, all buried underneath."

"This is a new food discovered by the farmer, potatoes."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang's expression became condensed, and he said,

"New food!?"

There is not much grain that can be cultivated in Daqin now, and the yield is even lower.

Relying on the hard work of farmers in Daqin, they provided food for the entire empire.

Even Zhao Gao and Li Si, who were originally there, became serious.

New food is a major event related to the fortune of the country!

No kidding!

"What's the food habits like? Is it delicious? How much can you harvest from one acre of land?"

Although Qin Shihuang was the lord of the Great Qin Dynasty, he also had an understanding of these farming and mulberry matters.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Father, these potatoes like to be cool. They can be planted two or three times a year, depending on the temperature."

"You can plant two or three times a year."

Hearing this, Qin Shihuang took a deep breath and said incredulously,

"Really!"

It can be planted two or three times a year, and it can be harvested in three months.

With the most industrious people in the world, this kind of food is simply a match made in heaven!

"How much grain can be harvested in that acre?"

Qin Shihuang asked a little nervously.

"Eight hundred catties."

Zhao Lang made an estimate in his heart, and didn't dare to talk too much, otherwise he would look at his cheap dad like this.

If there is too much in and out, it is estimated that you will die of anger.

Qin Shihuang's body shook violently, and Zhao Gao couldn't help but scream,

"Eight hundred catties!"

Zhao Gao was a Chinese official who assisted Qin Shi Huang in handling government affairs and had a good understanding of people's livelihood.

In ordinary fields, one mu of land can harvest four or five hundred catties of grain, which is already a bumper harvest!

Eight hundred pounds!

It can also be planted two or three times a year, which is simply divine!

Zhao Lang looked at the appearance of several people~www.NovelMTL.com~ and said,

"How many kilograms can we produce? Can't we find out after digging?"

Everyone nodded immediately. One acre of land was neither big nor small.

But if it is divided among so many people, it is not much.

Qin Shihuang's mind moved slightly, he wanted to do it himself.

He directly drew a small area and said,

"It's up to me and your two uncles to dig here."

If you want to know the yield, you don't have to dig this acre of land.

They still know the truth of the whole leopard from a glimpse.

Soon, the whole field was busy.

The field has been loosened, so the potatoes can be dug out easily along the vines with your hands.

Zhao Lang couldn't help showing a smile when he looked at the oval-shaped bumps of different sizes.

This potato is much smaller than its previous life.

This is also normal. Those are all cultivated and selected. Naturally, they are incomparable.

It didn't take long for Zhao Lang to hear a shout,

"It's really 800 pounds! It's really 800 pounds!"

Turning his head, he saw that his Uncle Zhao was sitting on the ground in despair.

Uncle Li was holding two potatoes in his hand and seemed to want to stuff them into his mouth.

And his father also stood there blankly, looking at the dug out potatoes.

Zhao Lang walked over, looked at the potatoes, and frowned.

He reached out and dug a little deeper into the ground, and suddenly, a small string was dug out.

Only then did Zhao Lang say with a smile,

"I just said it shouldn't be so."

boom.

With a muffled sound, Zhao Lang found that his Uncle Li was also sitting on the ground, and he was speechless for a long time.

His father muttered to himself,

"One thousand pounds."

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