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

Early the next morning, Zhao Lang brought people to the construction site he was responsible for.

Here is a small hill.

Most of the Great Wall is built according to the terrain.

This can save a lot of materials, but also take advantage of the risk.

And coincidentally, the other small mountain bag next to him was Li Shang's.

Zhao Lang greeted people, and also asked how the other's head was.

It's a pity that others gave him a blank look and ignored him.

It's a pity, after all, there is such an acquaintance here.

"Benefactor, leave everything here to me, I will not miss your business."

Fan Xiliang said to Zhao Lang.

They work under whomever they are, and it is their luck to be replaced by Zhao Lang, a kind-hearted man.

Zhao Lang is also in a good mood. After all, he doesn't need to worry too much about the people's husband.

Just building a city is extremely mechanical and boring.

Watching the people carry their arms over shoulders, they moved the timber and stones used to build the Great Wall from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Although the hill is not high, it is also extremely hard.

Especially after the day came up, the already skinny people were like dried fish that lacked water.

He breathed with his mouth open and trembled with each step, which seemed extremely uncomfortable.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Lang couldn't help frowning.

Wei Wei thought for a while, then called Fan Xiliang, who was sweating profusely, and said,

"The sun is getting bigger now, let everyone rest."

Fan Xiliang looked at Zhao Lang for a moment, then a smile appeared on his face and said,

"The benefactor is kind, but I can't rest now, otherwise the daily quota will not be completed."

Although the general did not give a specific time limit, there are rules for building the Great Wall.

Otherwise, it keeps procrastinating, and I don’t know when the cultivation will last.

Zhao Lang shook his head and said,

"You can't go on like this, you will die."

Fan Xiliang was stunned again, and said with a bit of bitterness,

"Benefactor, how can there be undead in this repaired city?"

"You didn't use the whip to supervise me, it's already a favor."

"But the Overseer's inspection comes every half month. If it is not completed, then everyone will be dead, and you will also be punished."

Zhao Lang still shook his head and said,

"If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that if this city is not half repaired, all my people will die."

Most of the people here are farmers.

As the head of the peasant family, these people are indeed his people.

A strange color flashed in Fan Xiliang's eyes, but he still returned,

"Naturally there will be supplements."

Zhao Lang glanced at the other party, obviously he was also a husband, how could he be more ruthless than him.

He waved his hand and said lightly,

"It's not worth it to die like this."

"Stop it."

"Then you go and call me all the craftsmen in the village."

Fan Xiliang took the order and left.

It was only at this time that Zhao Lang discovered that Ying Yinman was a few people, and he didn't know where to go.

It is estimated that they are lazy, and this group of second generation is really unreliable.

But now he doesn't have time to care about them, clearing out a place on the ground, Zhao Lang used a wooden stick to start writing and drawing.

Soon, a simple wheelbarrow appeared on the ground.

In the current situation, a wheelbarrow is the most suitable.

It is easy to manufacture and can be operated by one person, saving time and effort.

It didn't take long for Fan Xiliang to bring someone over.

"Benefactor, these are the craftsmen in the camp."

Zhao Lang nodded, pointed to the wheelbarrow on the ground and said,

"You happen to be a carpenter too. Let's see how long it will take to make this thing."

Fan Xiliang frowned and looked at the patterns on the ground.

Eyes gradually light up,

"Benevolent, what is this!"

Zhao Lang said lightly,

"A wheelbarrow can be operated by one person."

Zhao Lang explained it a little, and Fan Xiliang knew how to make it.

With a bit of excitement, he said,

"Benefactor, this wheelbarrow is a wonder! The wood is readily available, and I'll bring someone to do it!"

Zhao Lang said,

"Wait, there's something else..."

Before Zhao Lang could finish speaking, Fan Xiliang said directly,

"Please rest assured, my benefactor, I will never let others know."

"I will finish it ahead of time, and you will definitely be rewarded!"

Fan Xiliang was not surprised by what Zhao Lang wanted to say, such a strange thing would not be easily handed over to anyone.

Zhao Lang was stunned for a while, he really didn't expect this.

But this gave him a wake-up call, shaking his head and saying,

"It doesn't have to be kept secret, the more people know about this, the better."

That little credit is nothing compared to his peasants.

Fan Xiliang was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Lang went on to say,

"What I want to say is that you need to give enough food for a while. When you are full, you will have the strength to work."

Fan Xiliang became more and more shocked. When he wanted to speak, he saw Zhao Lang wave his hand.

"I know that the food is also rationed, it doesn't matter, I will handle the food."

"You just do as you please."

Fan Xiliang gave Zhao Lang a very complicated look and said,

"Thank you my benefactor."

Then take people away.

In the afternoon, Fan Xiliang made a unicycle.

Although rudimentary, the wheels are not that smooth.

But it is indeed a wheelbarrow.

When he saw Fan Xiliang, who was not very strong, he pushed a cart of materials up the hill without too much effort.

Zhao Lang knew that this was done.

"Benevolent! This is simply a strange thing!"

Fan Xiliang shouted with great excitement.

Others were also excited.

With this strange object, they can at least save half of their effort!

"Okay, let's do more."

Zhao Lang said with a smile.

Suddenly several people were about to leave, Fan Xiliang asked a lot and said,

"Benefactor, does this thing really need to be kept secret?"

"Need not."

Zhao Lang returned calmly.

When it was time to finish work at night, Fan Xiliang led people to build dozens of unicycles.

The progress of material delivery has increased significantly.

This is the power of technology.

That night.

In the humble thatched hut where the people gather.

Fan Xiliang was in a daze, while Meng Jiangnu was sewing up for him.

It also seemed a little warm.

"Madam, what kind of person do you think the benefactor is?"

Fan Xiliang asked suddenly.

"Of course that's a good guy."

Meng Jiangnu smiled and went back to ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to help me find you, and let the people eat, what is not a good person? "

Fan Xiliang sighed with emotion,

"There are not many good people nowadays."

Meng Jiangnu pulled off a thread with her mouth and said,

"Who said it wasn't, come on, I'll mend this dress for you."

Fan Xiliang also showed a smile.

It was late at night and when everyone was asleep, Fan Xiliang secretly got up.

Went into another thatched hut, took out a piece of cloth with a unicycle painted on it, and said,

"I'm anxious to believe that Juzi, a disciple of the Mo family, Fan Xiliang, has discovered a great talent!"

"There is a sage's style, and the talent is descended from the sky! I am willing to recommend it as a candidate for Juzi!"