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

At this time, Zhao Lang also brought people into the city.

"Sir, the Qin army of the city defense said that we can only go to the northeast corner of the city."

Wang Cai said at this time.

"Why?"

Zhao Lang asked in a puzzled way that they had also entered other county towns before.

But there are no such rules.

Wang Cai pointed to the convoy, the refugees gathered along the way, returned,

"The Qin army thought we were slave traders."

"The northeast corner is where the slaves gather in the market, and that's the only place where so many of us can live."

Zhao Lang frowned slightly. He didn't have a good impression of human traffickers, but he didn't say much.

After these refugees leave their homeland, as long as the government removes their roster.

If they are captured, they are slaves.

"Then follow their rules."

Zhao Lang returned, waited until Zhuangzi, and then re-registered these people on the roster.

Soon the group arrived at the inn mentioned by Qin Jun.

As soon as they entered the inn, the people in the inn looked at them.

After discovering that they were a group of young boys, each of them showed a different look in their eyes.

The people who live here are all human traffickers.

Zhao Lang's age is the perfect product.

Wang Cai was so frightened that his legs were weak, but Zhao Lang snorted coldly and looked around.

Looking at these people one by one, resolved this invisible pressure.

At this time, the two middle-aged men standing on the second floor were looking at Zhao Lang, and one of the middle-aged men with sharp eyes said,

"Brother, this group of people looks like a group of fat sheep. The dozen or so ox carts are bulging. There must be something good."

"And most of them are a group of dolls who haven't grown up."

"Brother, we might as well take them down. When the young master comes over, we can also offer some gifts."

Another man with a scar on his face looked at Zhao Lang carefully, shook his head and said,

"This man looks at the wolf like a hawk, and now he is in the wolf's den, but how can you see any fear in his eyes?"

"Those teenagers are also well-behaved."

"Now is the critical time for Gongzi Xie and the Goguryeo ruler to unite, so don't make trouble."

The thief-eyed middle-aged man pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Big brother, you are timid, so the other brothers took the fat job and went to the south."

"The two of us will stay here and help the young master to catch the savages."

The scarred man said displeasedly,

"It's all for the revival of the great cause, what's the difference."

Immediately, the middle-aged man with sharp eyes stopped talking, but his eyes never left Zhao Lang and the others.

"Tonight, remember to let people take turns to be sentry."

Zhao Lang looked at the room full of people and said about death.

To die suddenly nodded.

After the check-in was completed, Zhao Lang said at this time,

"Take me to see where those refugees live."

The shop boy said with a smile at this time,

"Please rest assured, sir, your goods will be arranged and there will be no problems."

"If you want to see it, please come with me."

After speaking, he took Zhao Lang to the back of the inn.

Soon, Zhao Lang saw where the refugees lived.

Several wooden cages that are just one person tall and covered with hay.

Zhao Lang saw it in his eyes, and there was not much fluctuation in his eyes.

This condition is at least better than these people sleeping in the wilderness.

"Add two bales of hay, and I'll give you more money when you check out tomorrow."

Zhao Lang said lightly.

Hearing this, the shop assistant showed a smile and said,

"The noble man really has a good heart! If you are young, let's do it."

After ensuring that these people would not get frostbite, Zhao Lang took them to death, and Er Hei and the others went out.

He wants to look at the surrounding environment. If something happens, he can deal with it.

"Patriarch, this place is far worse than Xianyang."

Looking at the chaotic environment around him, he spoke with a bit of disgust.

"That's natural. Xianyang is the capital of Daqin. How can this border town be compared to it?"

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Okay, let's take a look separately, write down all the information, and go back to the inn before dark."

This is also the closest city to their Zhuangzi, and I think I will come here often in the future.

Several people suddenly dispersed.

Zhao Lang walked on the street casually. It was close to Shifang, so it was still lively.

Suddenly, a figure bumped towards Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and he avoided the opponent with a sideways movement.

At the same time, he made a fist with one hand and touched his waist with the other.

Only if the opponent dares to make any changes, he can counterattack in time.

Zhao Lang was ready to fight back when he heard the other party say,

"Aiya, this son, please stop!"

"I see that your Yintang has turned black, and there will be a **** disaster soon."

Zhao Lang took a closer look and found that he was an old fortune teller.

Although Zhao Lang has never encountered this kind of trick in his previous life, he has seen many scenes in various scenes.

So he laughed,

"Old Daoist, if you want some money, I pity you for being old and helpless, and it's okay to give you a meal."

"But if you want to cheat, I won't show mercy."

Lao Dao looked at the fierce light in Zhao Lang's eyes, and his heart froze, but looking at Zhao Lang's clothes and age, his face became solemn and said,

"Although I am poor, I never panic."

"Young master doesn't believe me, so it's fine, but unfortunately, it's going to be a disaster recently."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang's face gradually turned cold, and he said coldly,

"Then I'll ask Lao Dao to do the math. If it's accurate, Lao Dao can make as much money as you want."

"If it's not allowed, don't blame it. You're welcome."

Zhao Lang has no pity for this kind of person who pretends to be a ghost.

The old man said very confidently,

"Young Master, is it to measure the characters, or look at the pictures."

Zhao Lang thought for a moment and said,

"Look at the picture."

"what?"

Zhao Lang said with a bit of joking,

"Ask the first half of my life."

He was not a native of Daqin before, so he just wanted to see what this old man could do.

The old man smiled and said,

"Please come forward, sir."

Soon, after looking at Zhao Lang carefully, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com said,

"I think that the young master is full of heaven, and he must be a rich and noble family, but he encountered hardships when he was young, and he has encountered difficulties recently."

"I don't know if the old way is right?"

Hearing this cliché, Zhao Lang didn't take it seriously. His clothes were luxurious and he was young.

Everyone can see that he was born rich.

As for the difficulties encountered, nothing to do, how could a young man appear in such a place?

But I can't really say that the other party was wrong.

"You're right, old man, how much gold do you want?"

Zhao Lang thought he was having fun.

Lao Dao suddenly smiled and said,

"Young master, the old-fashioned hexagram gold, a tael of gold."

Zhao Lang's face suddenly turned cold, this old man really dared to speak, and took him as a big head.

Seeing that Zhao Lang's face was wrong, Lao Dao quickly changed his words and said,

"Half a tael of gold! Half a tael!"

Zhao Lang snorted coldly, took out a spare piece of gold from his sleeve, and threw it to the other party.

Then turned around and left.

Lao Dao quickly took it over and shouted,

"Thank you sir."

After Zhao Lang left, he said with a smile,

"The old man didn't come here to give Zhang Liang the Book of Heaven. I didn't expect to meet such a big head. I'm going to get rich."

"However, there is something strange about this kid's face."

"Forget it, I'll do the math."

Lao Dao's face turned solemn, and he began to count with one hand.

Sudden! His face changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth!

said in amazement,

"The secret has changed! How is this possible!"

(Don't wait for the fourth, it's probably very late, it will look like tomorrow.)

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