Da Qin: Don'T Pretend, Your Father, I'M Qin Shihuang

Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Burning His Book! Get rid of its Confucianism!

Heifu walked in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Zhao Lang would regret it.

In this era, patriarchy is just right.

Now Zhao Lang not only helps to feed, but also takes money.

This is simply too profitable.

Zhao Lang also felt that he had made a profit.

What is the most precious resource?

It’s a human!

The new drawings he wants in the future are to draw from these pieces of white paper!

When Zhao Lang was happy, Wangcai looked worried.

“what happened to you?”

Zhao Lang couldn’t help asking.

“My son, we have done a great deal with this business.”

Wangcai said.

In his eyes, this is Zhao Lang buying a servant.

But at this price, buy a servant of this age.

If you want to invite your husband, you just lost to grandma’s house.

Zhao Lang didn’t explain, he just said with a smile,

“Just do as I say.”

Wangcai gritted his teeth and said,

“My son, if that’s the case, can I go to school then?”

Zhao Lang’s eyes lit up and he said,

“It’s best for you to have this kind of heart, and everyone in Zhuangzi said that as long as you have the heart to go to school, you can go to school after you finish things.”

“If you learn well, there are rewards.”

There are too few scholars in this era.

Each additional one is a boost.

“Uncle Heif is gone, you should take care of them first.”

Zhao Lang handed these boys to Wangcai, and found Uncle Fu by himself.

He wants a piece of land to grow potatoes.

There are not many potatoes now, and they cannot be fully spread.

It is spring now, and it will be harvested in about three months.

If you rush again, maybe you can plant another wave.

So there are enough seeds.

By then, these 800 mu of fields will be full of potatoes.

Although Daqin does not have such things as chemical fertilizers, it is calculated on the basis of a thousand catties per mu, which is the lowest yield.

That’s also 800,000 catties!

For Daqin, it is already an astronomical figure.

The process of looking for Uncle Fu for the field went smoothly, and Zhao Lang thought that Uncle Fu would ask a few questions.

After all, farming is still very important in Daqin.

Just wait for the sky to clear a little bit.

What he didn’t know was that after he had finished talking about these things with Fu Bo, he set off from Zhuangzi on a quick horse and galloped towards the capital.

In the next time, Zhao Lang led Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu to command the craftsman to start making new furniture.

The quality of the things at home is not good, but Zhao Lang is really not used to it.

Tables and chairs are necessary, and sitting on your knees is really uncomfortable.

And the bells sounded good.

But in fact, all the ingredients were thrown in and cooked.

Even the high school cafeteria that Zhao Lang hated the most in his life, the taste is countless times stronger than this.

It’s a pity that he is not a science student, otherwise he must make an iron pot.

Working until the evening, Zhao Lang finally got a relatively simple stool and table.

The strange appearance made the people on Zhuangzi look fresh.

Nobody has too many doubts.

The son from the family is an idiot. After he is well, his behavior is different from everyone’s.

Patriarch didn’t say anything, and their servants didn’t even talk about it.

It’s just that Hef and the others didn’t come back before dark, it should be too late.

The night falls, in Daqin, where there is no entertainment.

Although Zhao Lang also wants to do the sport that everyone loves to do.

And Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu also looked like they were picking them up.

“Zhao Lang, Zhao Lang, you can’t be a beast!”

I severely criticized myself, and then read the mantra of eight characters,”Harmony, democracy, prosperity and fraternity.”

Zhao Lang suppressed his own evil thoughts.

Holding the small hands of Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu, he said seriously,

“Let’s continue to tell the story of the monkey.”

The day passed so busy and fulfilling.

As the night darkened, a palace in Xianyang Palace was still brightly lit.

Qin Shihuang was looking at a letter made of cloth.

Since knowing that his time is running out, he has cherished his time more and more.

There was not a slight smile on his face, and he was whispering something in his mouth.

“A lot of half-and-a-half boys? Well, I still need to ask Mr. Shu? Good boy, this is to form an own team.”

“It’s just that the methods are a little more immature. What kind of talents can there be for children who are picked up at will.”

After Qin Shihuang finished reading it, he put the cloth away.

After thinking for a moment, he shouted,

“Zhao Gao.”

Zhao Gao, who was waiting outside the door, immediately walked in.

“Does the Kong family relax now?”

Qin Shihuang said lightly.

Zhao Gao returned,

“Your Majesty is talking about Confucian Kong Jia?”

“This person has always complained about my Da Qin. Although your Majesty forced him to stay in the capital, he still has no intention to be loyal to my Da Qin.”

Qin Shihuang snorted coldly and said,

“It’s nothing more than a rotten Confucian. If it weren’t for Confucianism or Chun Yuyue to become a doctor for me, I would have killed him!” (Qin Dynasty has 70 doctors.)

“It would be more than a mistake if I didn’t teach children to learn Chinese characters.”

“Go, let him go to Lang’er Zhuangzi to become a teacher. If he doesn’t go, I will burn his books! Get rid of his Confucianism!”

Zhao Gao didn’t answer, he knew that this was only Qin Shihuang’s angry words.

Sure enough, after Qin Shihuang finished speaking, he threw another crumpled piece of paper to him.

It was taken from Zhao Lang before, and it was covered with his seal, and it was also written in big characters like Zhihuzhe.

Qin Shihuang said with a bit of evil taste,

“If this old stubborn still shouldn’t, you can give this to him.”

“Hmph, a piece of my son’s paper can make a hundred schools of thought go round and round.”

Li Si’s careful thinking, he naturally knows, but how can his Daqin allow his family to be the only one?

Although Zhao Gao really wants to say, Son Lang is not making you go round and round.

Of course, this is absolutely impossible to say, Zhao Gao returned loudly,

“Your Majesty is wise!”

Early the next morning, Zhao Gao brought people to the Confucian Mansion.

Kong Jia is a descendant of Confucius and the head of the Confucianism of the Great Qin Dynasty. Even when facing a great official of the Qin Dynasty like Zhao Gao, he does not say anything but salutes with cupped hands.

Although Zhao Gao also hated his teeth, he could only endure his temper and said,

“Your Majesty said, since your husband doesn’t want to work for Da Qin, it’s better to teach.”

“There is a Zhuangzi outside the King City, who happens to be recruiting teachers.”

Kong Jia smiled at this time,

“Your Majesty wanted to humiliate me in this way, but he was wrong.”

“We Confucian students, it is our long-cherished wish to enlighten the world, but there are countless private schools in this city. Why do you want to go far?”

Zhao Gao was circled around, and he also heard that the other party just didn’t want to go, and sneered.

“Your Majesty also said that if your husband does not go, he will burn his books! Get rid of his Confucian scholars!”

It’s okay not to say this. When Kong Jia said that he was taking medicine, he yelled,

“My fellow scholars! Why not be afraid of life and death!”

“Your Majesty will be put to death now! Let’s see what the world will say!”

“you!”

Zhao Gao’s old face was flushed, but he quickly suppressed it and took out the piece of paper from his arms.

“This is from your majesty.”

Kong Jia took it over with an arrogant expression.

As soon as he started, his expression changed slightly.

When I saw the above seal and words, my face changed drastically.

He changed his previous arrogance, walked in front of Zhao Gao, and asked urgently,