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

Chapter 20

Chapter 20 Wolf Ambition, A Man of My Generation

On the bullock cart, the courteous young man was talking with Kong Jia,

“Sir, what do you think of going to a Zhuangzi to teach this time.”

Kong Jia hesitated to speak but stopped, the young man in front of him had a special identity.

The matter between him and Qin Shihuang is difficult to explain clearly.

So back,

“My Confucianism is to enlighten the people, whether in the city or in Zhuangzi, it’s the same.”

“It’s just that the troubled son stopped this time.”

The young man flashed his eyes and returned with a smile.

“My husband called me Zhao Xie, and I happened to take a look at the suffering of the people.”

Kong Jia nodded appreciatively and said,

“It’s good for you to have this heart. Don’t be impatient in everything.”

Zhao Xie nodded.

The ox cart went all the way, and in the evening, a Zhuangzi appeared in front of him.

A burst of lively sounds came from inside.

No matter where it is, if nearly a hundred teenagers get together, it will be very lively.

In Zhuangzi.

Zhao Lang looked at the lively scene in the yard with a smile on his face.

Wangcai was dividing the porridge at this time.

Dinner at Zhuangzi is a bowl of porridge.

Under the supervision of the death, everyone lined up in two lines.

“My son, I will serve you a bowl of porridge first.”

Wangcai saw Zhao Lang hurriedly show his courtesy.

Naturally, other people have no opinion.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

“Everything has a first-come-last-come, you first serve everyone the porridge.”

Wangcai can only continue to divide the porridge.

Hearing this, the guy on the side glanced at Zhao Lang slightly.

There are several servants to help today. Although there are more people, the speed of dividing the porridge is faster than yesterday.

Not long after, everyone got the porridge, leaving only two of them to die and Zhao Lang.

Going to death, watching the few porridge left, swallowed, but said,

“Patriarch, you first.”

Zhao Lang still said with a smile,

“I said, come first, come first.”

I won’t refuse to die this time, just take a bowl of porridge.

At this time, only some of the bottom porridge water is left.

“My son, I’ll cook another bowl for you.”

Wangcai said quickly at this time.

“Isn’t there just a bowl here? Just give it to me.”

Zhao Lang talked about the last remaining porridge.

Wangcai was embarrassed, he really didn’t want his son to eat the leftover food.

But what happened yesterday also let him know that he couldn’t refuse.

So only for Zhao Langsheng porridge.

After getting the porridge, Zhao Lang, like everyone else, squatted in the yard and started drinking.

The boys and girls in the yard peeped at Zhao Lang from time to time.

When entering Zhuangzi, everyone was shocked by such a big Zhuangzi.

After they entered Zhuangzi, they were told by the Heifu that this person who seemed to have come out of the painting was the owner of the Zhuangzi and also their patron.

In the future, they must listen to his orders.

But shouldn’t the owner of the family be superior?

Now the head of the family actually eats the food left over from their final distribution and squats with them.

And this is not the first time.

Being stared at by dozens of gazes, even if Zhao Lang was dull, he could detect it.

As soon as he raised his head and looked back, everyone suddenly looked back.

Zhao Lang also didn’t care. Everyone is not familiar with him now. This is a normal reaction.

Just get along for a long time.

Zhao Lang looked to the side to die, who was licking the bottom of the bowl.

The action is extremely natural.

“Not full?”

Zhao Lang asked.

Going to death for a moment, looking at the porridge left in Zhao Lang’s bowl, he said insincerely,

“No…I’m full.”

Zhao Lang suddenly said,”That’s a pity, I can’t drink half of this bowl of porridge, it seems I can only throw it away.”

“fall down?”

To death, his eyes widened.

Zhao Lang smiled.

“Why don’t you do it for me.”

He didn’t even refuse to resign, took Zhao Lang’s bowl, and responded loudly.

“Yes, Patriarch!”

Then he took the bowl and went to the side.

Of course Zhao Lang knew that this half bowl of porridge must have gone into his stomach.

“My son, a bullock cart came outside and said it was the teacher.”

At this time, a servant came to report.

“Mr. Arrived? So fast!”

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Lang’s eyes.

“Walk around, hurry up to meet you.”

It’s no wonder that Zhao Lang is excited. In the past few days, he has figured out the position of scholars in Daqin.

Just look at the entire Zhuangzi, except for Fu Bo and one accountant, including himself, all are actually illiterate!

It’s terrible!

Zhao Lang hurried to the door of Zhuangzi and saw an old man with a young man in his early twenties getting out of the bullock cart.

“welcome!”

Zhao Lang directly shook hands, wanting to express his own enthusiasm.

The two people on the opposite side were confused.

Fortunately, Fu Bo arrived in time to resolve the embarrassment.

“Old man Kong Yi, this is my disciple rest.”

The old man is Kong Jia, and Kong Yi is his name.

Zhao Lang is immune to these strange names like Da Qin.

After introducing the two to each other, Zhao Lang explained the situation of the child.

“There are as many as 95 people? There are women?”

Kong Jia was also taken aback.

“And it has passed the best period of enlightenment.”

Zhao Lang smiled and said at this time,

“The ancestors have a lot of ideas, there is no kind of education, regardless of age, men and women, as long as they have the heart to learn, they should have the opportunity to be educated.”

There is a strange look on Kong Jia’s face. He is the fifth-generation heir of Confucius and the current leader of Confucianism.

Now it is interesting to be taught by the words of his ancestors.

So back,

“What the son said is extremely old and narrow.”

“Then from tomorrow, we can start.”

“But you need to ensure that you need at least two hours of study time a day.”

Kong Jia didn’t know why there were so many children in this village.

But children of this age are already laborers.

Now that the time for spring plowing is almost here, so many people will definitely not be idle.

Therefore, he must let the other party in advance to ensure the child’s study time, otherwise, such learning will not work at all.

“Two hours?”

Zhao Lang frowned. In Daqin, an hour is almost two hours.