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

Time flies, and a few days later, in a county town in the hometown of Wei.

A group of horses and horses appeared at the gate of the county town.

"Slave, we're here to rest for the night today."

Zhao Lang looked at the slightly familiar county town and said, this is where he rescued Shang Yaner.

"Miss Shang, ask Xiao Liu to accompany you and contact the people in the caravan."

The reason why Zhao Lang chose this place was to facilitate Shang Yan'er to quickly contact the caravan.

Then start trading again as soon as possible.

He needs money now, but for safety reasons.

Shang Yaner won't let Shang Yaner personally lead the team, anyway, the business route has been developed, let the people below run.

Shang Yaner can still go to Goguryeo and Donghu Royal Court.

Soon, several people arrived at the city gate, and as usual, no one checked their identities.

It's just that Zhao Lang found something different.

"Why do there seem to be so many Confucian scholars?"

Zhao Lang looked at the pedestrians wearing Confucian clothes and said strangely.

You must know that in Daqin now, scholars are very expensive.

You can't see a few in ordinary county towns.

But this time, when I got to the gate of the city, I saw quite a few Confucian scholars.

Of course, no one else could answer him either.

Soon, Zhao Lang brought people into the city and arrived at the inn first.

Looking at the sky, Xiao Liu took Shang Yan'er to the contact point of the caravan first.

Zhao Lang was in the inn, thinking about whether to go to the technical academy to check the situation. Although there are no lowly people there, it is still no problem to ask for some news.

Just looking at Ji Wushuang and Ying Yinman next to him, Zhao Lang chose to give up.

I plan to go out to a wine shop or restaurant to inquire about the news.

At this moment, I heard the owner of the inn yelling at a middle-aged Confucian scholar dressed simply,

"Even if you are a scholar, you have to pay for the room."

The middle-aged scholar hurriedly explained,

"Storekeeper, I encountered a thief today, and I didn't mean to default on the room fee."

"I don't care about this, if you don't have money, give it to me"

Before the shopkeeper could finish speaking, he was blocked by a bag of money.

"Storekeeper, this is the Confucian scholar's rent, you can leave now."

Zhao Lang gave a bag of Qin Banliang to the shop owner.

There is no embarrassment to the other party, it is not wrong for others to open a store and collect money.

"Bring us some more food and drinks."

"Yes, yes, thank you sir!"

The shop owner weighed the money in his hand and replied with a smile.

When the owner left, the middle-aged scholar said,

"Thank you so much for your help, and please leave your name, and I will definitely repay it in the future."

Zhao Lang showed a smile and said very modestly,

"Your Excellency is very polite. In fact, you are asking for something. If you don't dislike it, I would like to invite you to have a drink."

Zhao Lang is already familiar with this method of making friends.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the wine and dishes prepared by the owner, sighed slightly, and said with a wry smile,

"Then I'll be disturbed."

Soon, the two of them were seated, and the slave waited on the side.

Ji Wushuang couldn't sit still, said hello, and went back to their respective rooms with Ying Yinman.

Only then did Zhao Lang enter the subject, and began to be polite, saying,

"I don't know your name yet."

Daqin, there are routines when it comes to making friends with Confucian scholars. This is ritual.

Confucian scholars do not like rude people.

Of course, the kind of naivety that the ram dares is another matter.

The middle-aged scholar returned with a smile,

"I'm under Chen Ping, haven't you asked your son for advice?"

Zhao Lang was slightly startled when he heard the name.

He really remembered a man named Chen Ping, but couldn't it be so coincidental?

It's just that he has no way to verify, after all, he can't remember the details of the other party.

"Sir?"

Chen Ping saw Zhao Lang in a daze and shouted again.

Zhao Lang quickly recovered and said,

"Sorry, your name is the same as an old friend of mine, so I lost my mind."

"I'm going down to Zhao Lang."

Chen Ping's eyes lit up and smiled,

"Is there such a coincidence? It's no wonder that looking down at Young Master Lang is also kind."

As I said before, as long as a scholar wants to have a good chat with you, it is a very pleasant thing.

"Young Master Lang said something happened earlier, I don't know what it is?"

After a few chats, Chen Ping took the initiative to ask at this time.

Zhao Lang replied with a smile,

"Just when I entered the city, I saw that there were many Confucian scholars in the city, but I didn't know why."

Chen Ping couldn't help showing a smile and said,

"It seems that Young Master Lang has been very busy these days."

"A few days ago, the world's Confucian scholars received a letter from the head of the Confucian school, announcing the information of their entry-level disciples."

"I invited Confucian scholars to Liaodong, and I had a relationship with the Confucian leader when I was young."

"And the first disciples of Confucianism are also related to the inheritance of my Confucianism, so I thought of going north to Liaodong."

"I just didn't expect that the journey was far away, and when I got here, money was stolen."

"It seems that I can only find an errand here first."

After Chen Ping finished speaking, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up and said,

"The Confucian leader is now in Liaodong?"

His chassis is Liaodong. If the Confucian leader is there, wouldn't he have the opportunity to recruit some talents?

There are very few Confucian scholars today, and they are still very useful.

Just look at his teacher, a rural teacher, who taught the children of Zhuangzi very well.

If you are a little more courageous, if you can get on the line with Confucianism, you will get the benefits.

Needless to say!

The leader of the world's Confucian scholars, this is a terrifying existence that holds the right to speak in China!

Just look at the dynasties after the Qin Dynasty, no matter who they are, apart from the internal competition of Confucianism, as long as they offend the scholars, how many will have a good end?

Chen Ping thought that Zhao Lang thought the place was too far, and said,

"Well, Liaodong is a bit remote."

"But my generation of Confucian students should travel the world and increase their knowledge, so that they can gain knowledge."

Zhao Lang listened to the other party's words, no matter if the other party was the Chen Ping in his memory.

Based on today's conversation alone, the other party is definitely a talented person, and if he encounters it, he cannot let it go.

It's just that I can't be in a hurry now. After all, I can't say directly, I'm King Zhao, and I want to invite you to rebel together.

So said,

"Your Excellency misunderstood, I am going to Liaodong."

"If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to accompany you~www.NovelMTL.com~ It's just that I am waiting on horses instead, and I don't know if you can ride horses?"

Chen Ping's eyes lit up and said,

"The gentleman's six arts, the subordinates are also proficient, so that's the best."

Zhao Lang took the opportunity to say,

"When I arrive in Liaodong, if there is a chance, I would like your Excellency to help me introduce the head of Confucianism."

Chen Ping said with a smile,

"If the Confucian leader still remembers it, it is naturally good."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

Just as the two were having a good time talking, Xiao Liu also took Shang Yaner back to the inn.

It's just that Xiao Liu quickly leaned over and said in Zhao Lang's ear,

"Boss, we are being followed."

(Ann)