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

Looking at Chen Ping's smirk, Kong Jia was slightly puzzled, what's so funny?

And the other party is not such a rude person.

Unless you can't hold back, you will never have such a performance.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Chen Ping to hold back his laughter.

At this moment, Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment and said,

"Teacher, do you mean that after finding King Yan, use him to help yourself?"

Hearing Zhao Lang's answer, Kong Jia nodded in appreciation, and then continued,

"Lang'er, this is the role of the righteous name."

"Not only for King Yan, but also for the other kings of the six kingdoms, you should draw and divide."

"Teacher heard that the countries have recovered, and they are all dominated by the King of Chu. You can divide the people among them."

Kong Jia analyzed the strategies he had sorted out these days one by one.

Zhao Lang also nodded his head again and again, and seemed to agree with what he said.

Seeing this scene, and thinking about his repeated surprises before, Kong Jia couldn't help feeling extremely relieved.

Although he is an extremely open-minded person, he still remembers that Zhao Lang once said, 'A disciple does not have to be inferior to a teacher'.

However, as the leader of Confucianism, this pride is still there.

How can you not even hold your own students down?

After a lot of analysis, Kong Jia asked with a bit of meaning to test the school,

"Then King Zhao, what are you going to do now?"

Zhao Lang was thoughtful and silent for a while, and Kong Jia didn't rush it. His topic was too big, and it was very normal to think about it carefully.

After a while, Zhao Lang said,

"Teacher, what do you think of this."

"I'm looking for King Yan in Yandi now, but I really can't do it, so I'll make one myself and compete for the righteous name."

"The king of Chu was very powerful, so he chose other weak kings of the six kingdoms, and used affection, power, and money to make the other party follow him."

Zhao Lang told the things he had done one by one.

Kong Jia's eyes lit up when he heard it. He didn't expect his students to realize it so quickly!

"Very good! Lang'er, this is the big strategy! It's just the specific implementation, and it depends on the specifics."

Listening to Kong Jia giving him specific questions and the reason for the specific analysis, Zhao Lang felt a little numb.

It is no wonder that so many famous scholars in later generations will study Chinese classics.

Zhao Lang thought it was because he didn't want to make progress, but he didn't expect that he was short-sighted.

Although I have already done this, it is because I have the knowledge of thousands of years in my previous life!

Our ancestors have long told us these truths.

This is the inheritance of Chinese culture.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lang said convincingly,

"Teacher, the students have been taught."

Just hearing this, Chen Ping on the side was a little stunned.

In the past two days, he had learned something from Zhang Er, and Zhao Lang had already found King Yan.

But why not say it?

Isn't this the best time to be impressed?

Chen Ping asked himself, if it was himself, he would definitely not be able to bear it.

The other party is the head of Confucianism, and it can make the head of Confucianism look up to each other. How fulfilling should this be? !

Zhao Lang asked with a little doubt at this time,

"Teacher, is it too much for students to use these methods?"

The following words are not easy for Zhao Lang to say. After all, the means he used to calculate, but they could not be called aboveboard.

To tell the truth, although this is done, it is somewhat a little prickly in my heart.

When Kong Jia heard this, he knew that Zhao Lang had encountered an obstacle. Sure enough, Lang'er's heart was still kind, and he couldn't bear it if he had some means.

But instead of answering the other party's question directly, he asked,

"Lang'er, you say, in this world, who is the most valuable and who is the least?"

Zhao Lang still knows this question.

"The people are the most valuable, the society and grain are second, and the ruler is the lightest."

This is what Mencius said.

Kong Jia nodded. He knew that Zhao Lang was not just in line. As the head of the peasant family, the interests of the peasants were also the interests of Zhao Lang.

Of course, the people do not only refer to the peasants.

"Is that the troubled times are good for the people, or is the troubled times good for the people?"

Zhao Lang was slightly startled, he already knew what the teacher was going to say.

"You mean, as long as the purpose is for the people, you don't have to care too much about the means?"

"Does this go against the teachings of the sages?"

Kong Jia smiled and returned,

"Lang'er, do you want to ask yourself a saint?"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, of course he had no such idea.

Kong Jia said with a solemn expression,

"Langer, the world is in turmoil, in addition to satisfying the desire for power of the ambitious."

"For the people of the world, every moment, every moment, is a great torment!"

Kong Jia has seen troubled times.

The rich and powerful fought for power, the soldiers were all over the place, and the people were dying of starvation.

Terrible beyond words.

Therefore, no matter what means Zhao Lang used to deal with the powerful, Kong Jia didn't think there was any problem.

Hearing the teacher's different interpretations of the sages' remarks, Zhao Lang also took a breath.

The small knot in my heart has been solved a lot, and replied,

"Students are taught."

Kong Jia nodded with satisfaction and continued,

"It's just that when you do these things now, the time is shorter. You have to hurry up."

Zhao Lang nodded obediently.

Seeing this scene, Chen Ping on the side couldn't sit still.

He was almost dying for Zhao Lang.

Obviously these things have already been said, but why didn't Zhao Lang say it?

Chen Ping couldn't help shaking a little.

Kong Jia looked at it, and there was some doubts in his heart.

The two talked until late at night, Kong Jia glanced out the window and continued to say,

"Let's go here for today's class first, Langer, you will go to Zhuangzi to rest today."

Zhao Lang salute should be.

Then took Chen Ping to the outside.

When the two of them walked to the door, Kong Jia remembered something and followed.

Here Zhao Lang just went out, and Chen Ping couldn't help but ask,

"Master Lang, you have clearly arranged for King Yan, and the other kings also have countermeasures."

"Why don't you tell the Confucian head?"

"It's good to let the Confucian head know your methods."

Zhao Lang knew what Chen Ping meant, smiled and said,

"The teacher has a good heart and teaches me how to do things for others. Why do I say this? Is it just for my own show off?"

"Also, some of these things are also military secrets, and it's good that less people know about them."

Hearing these words, Chen Ping was slightly startled, and then lowered his head a little ashamed.

He is also several decades old, and his temperament is actually not as good as that of a young man like Zhao Lang.

The main reason is that the status of the Confucian head is too special, and he wants to be recognized by the other party.

If it were an ordinary person, his mood would be different, and he immediately said convincingly,

"Young Master Lang, benevolence is unparalleled."

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Brother Chen Ping is wrong, I'll take you back to your room first."

The two quickly left here, but they didn't find a person standing behind the door of the yard.

After Zhao Lang's footsteps were gone, the man behind the door slowly walked out.

It is Kong Jia.

The words Zhao Lang just said were still in his ears.

He was worried about the imminent turmoil in the world, whether it would be too late.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Lang had already made arrangements.

Looking at the direction the two were leaving, Kong Jia said with a complicated expression,

"No matter what means you use! As long as the world can be stabilized, the title of the Confucian leader, Teacher, can be resisted for you."

Soon, the darkness covered Kong Jia's self-talk.

Early the next morning, Zhao Lang invited the teacher, as well as those great Confucians who had nothing to do for the time being, to go to his Zhuangzi to teach the teenagers.

So many great Confucians, it is really a waste to put them here.

For those great Confucians who were leaving, Zhao Lang also offered money and courteous manners.

Afterwards, Zhao Lang took people back to Zhuangzi.

There is not much time left for him now.

There are also many things on Zhuangzi.

However, with Chen Ping and Xiaoyu, Zhao Lang can save a lot of time and focus on the military.

Looking at the hundreds of 'Justice' grenades in front of him, Zhao Lang was still a little disappointed.

This thing is not enough for a small war, and the output still can't keep up.

But looking at Su who was extremely tired, Zhao Lang couldn't blame him.

It really doesn't work, just use the most brutal black powder.

The power is a little smaller, just use the quantity to make it up.

"Su, hard work."

Zhao Lang said with a little distress.

Su's age was in his previous life, when he was in high school, but now he hides every day and makes gunpowder for himself.

"Patriarch, Su is not hard."

Su smiled and returned.

Zhao Lang, like a big brother, touched the other's head,

"Okay, take a good rest these days, um, by the way, let Uncle Fu come to me."

Zhao Lang intends to hand over the most basic black powder to Uncle Fu, but Su's improved version is not yet time.

And in the same way, it will only tell the production and distribution of raw materials, and the final mix and match, or to separate.

This is his biggest weapon trump card right now, no matter how careful he is.

Only Fu Bo can make him feel at ease.

Soon, Faber came to him,

"Young master, your name is old slave."

Uncle Fu's self-proclaimed Zhao Lang thought about asking the other party to change it before, but the other party promised, but it never changed.

Zhao Lang also went with him,

"Uncle Fu, I have an important matter here that I want to leave to you."

Zhao Lang said directly, and Fu Bo does not need those courtesy.

Fu Bo's face became solemn, and he said,

"Young master, even if you say it, this old slave will definitely do it!"

Zhao Lang handed the black powder materials to the other party, and then said,

"Fu Bo, according to the above method, make a lot of these things."

"But it must be the main thing. These three things must not be mixed!"

Zhao Lang emphasized it several times very solemnly.

And gave the safety manual to the other party.

These things can never go wrong.

After a while of instructing, Zhao Lang finally said solemnly,

"Uncle Fu, this material list must not fall into the hands of others!"

Although there is no recipe list, it is not a big problem, but I still have to let Fubo pay attention.

Sure enough, Uncle Fu solemnly nodded and said,

"Young master, please rest assured, this old slave will never let outsiders know about this!"

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly left with the bill of materials. Looking at the back of the other party leaving, Zhao Lang nodded in relief.

Look at the efficiency of the other party's work! ! !

Faber, always trustworthy! ! !

After Fu Bo left here, he quickly returned to his room and used a piece of cloth to copy the materials.

Then he walked quickly to a room and said to a man dressed as a servant,

"Send Xianyang urgently! Make no mistake!"

Soon, a group of fast horses galloped away in the direction of Xianyang.

At this time, Zhao Lang was about to go to see. The progress of the Mohist disciple Fan Xiliang in making the crossbow just walked out of Zhuangzi and saw the fast horse leaving.

But it's not surprising.

He now has dozens of villages in Liaodong, two salt fields have been opened privately, and there are wharfs.

Messages were delivered by horses, which was also the message and postal system he envisioned.

Looking at the direction the other party was leaving, Zhao Lang couldn't help but think,

"The first emperor and the old man should have received my letter by now."

At this time, in the Xianyang Palace, Qin Shihuang was looking at a letter, holding a jade pendant of the Yan royal family in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from Young Master Lang, and there is news from the technical institute."

Zhao Gaolue on the side said in disbelief,

"Your Majesty, did this son Lang subdue the royal family of Yan?"

"Wouldn't this be fake?"

It was not Zhao Gaoxin, but Zhao Lang. The main reason was that not long after he subdued the Qi royal family, he received the jade pendant from the Yan royal family.

This progress is truly astonishing.

If the six royal families were so easy to subdue, Qin Shihuang wouldn't have to spend so much effort back then.

Qin Shihuang looked at the jade pendant in his hand carefully and said,

"This is indeed a token of the Yan royal family."

As the previous king of the Seven Kingdoms, Qin Shihuang could of course recognize this jade pendant, and he said with some emotion,

"Lang'er is really a genius."

Zhao Gao asked timely,

"Who is Young Master Lang asking for this time?"

Qin Shihuang said indifferently,

"There are no important people this time, they are all the servants of his original Zhuangzi."

"It seems that Lang'er is determined to escape."

"What happened to Lang'er's back path that you asked you to investigate?"

Zhao Gao returned soon,

"The situation has been figured out."

"With the defenders of Liaodong County, the passage on Gongzilang grassland can be cut off at any time."

"The waterway is a little troublesome, but the counties in the south are not very accepting of government orders."

Qin Shihuang suddenly sneered,

"They have a long-term view. I'm afraid even the county governor has already fallen back to the remnants of the Six Nations."

Zhao Gao did not answer the call immediately, but he knew that with Hei Bingwei reporting the situation in various places.

He also knew that things were not going well right now.

Inside, the remnants of the six southern countries have revived.

Outside, the Xiongnu also changed frequently, and seemed to be intentionally threatening the frontier.

Even Goguryeo, who usually has the least sense of existence, actually showed signs of jumping.

The south is also not very peaceful.

Zhao Tuo could not leave easily even with people.

So how could my Majesty feel better?

can only be comforted,

"Your Majesty, rest your anger."

Qin Shihuang shook his head and quickly asked,

"Do you know about this Zhang Han? Lang'er asked vaguely if he belonged to Zhen."

Zhao Gao thought for a moment, then returned,

"Zhang Han is not in Liaodong now, and was transferred by Meng Yi Shangqing. I heard that he is a general."

Qin Shihuang frowned and said,

"Let him go back to Liaodong~www.NovelMTL.com~ to meet Langer."

"Tell him, ask less, talk less, just follow Langer's arrangement."

Zhao Gao naturally responded one by one, and until evening, Qin Shihuang finally said,

"Now that the harvest time is approaching, and things are imminent, you should let all the ministries relax and take precautions."

"The turmoil cannot spread to the hometown of Daqin."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Zhao Gao should be ready to retire.

Qin Shihuang seemed to remember something at this time and said,

"By the way, you go to the technical academy again and give a reply, so that Lang'er doesn't find the clue."

Zhao Gao's face instantly stiffened.

(Ann)