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

On the ox cart, a humble and polite young man was talking to Kong Jia,

"Sir, why are you thinking of going to a village to teach this time?"

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

The matter between him and Qin Shi Huang is not easy to explain.

So back,

"My Confucianism is to educate the people, whether it is in the city or in Zhuangzi, it is the same."

"It's just that this time, the troubled son is taking a break."

The young man's eyes flashed slightly, and he returned with a smile,

"The gentleman called me Zhao Xie, and I just happened to see the suffering of the people."

Kong Jia nodded in admiration and said,

"It's good if you have this heart, and don't be impatient in everything."

Zhao Xie nodded yes.

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

A burst of lively voices came from inside.

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

Inside the Zhuangzi.

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

At this time, Wang Cai is distributing porridge.

Zhuangzi served dinner with a bowl of porridge.

Under the supervision of Death, everyone lined up in two teams.

"Master, I'll give you a bowl of porridge first."

Wang Cai saw that Zhao Lang hurriedly showed his hospitality.

Others naturally have no opinion.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Everything comes on a first-come-first-served basis. You serve everyone porridge first."

Prosperity can only continue to divide porridge.

When Dying heard this, he glanced at Zhao Lang slightly.

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

Not long after, everyone got the porridge, only Shi and Zhao Lang were left.

God damn, looking at the little porridge left, he swallowed, but said,

"Patriarch, you go first."

Zhao Lang still said with a smile,

"I said, come first, come first."

Damn, this time, I won't refuse, just take a bowl to serve porridge.

At this time, only some porridge water at the bottom was left.

"Master, I'll cook another bowl for you."

Wang Cai said quickly at this time.

"Isn't there just one bowl here? Just give it to me."

Zhao Lang said about the last remaining porridge.

Wang Cai looked embarrassed, he really didn't want his son to eat the rest of the food.

But what happened yesterday also made him know that he couldn't refuse.

So I can only serve porridge for Zhao Lang.

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

The boys and girls in the courtyard peeked 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 Heifu and the others that this person who seemed to come out of the painting was the owner of Zhuangzi and their family.

Afterwards, they must obey his orders.

But shouldn't the head of the family be aloof?

Now the owner of the house actually eats the food left over from their last distribution and squatting with them.

And this isn't the first time.

Being stared at by dozens and hundreds of eyes, even if Zhao Lang is slow, he can still detect it.

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

Zhao Lang didn't take it seriously either. Now everyone is not familiar with him. This is a normal reaction.

It's good to get along for a long time.

Zhao Lang looked at Death, who was licking the bottom of the bowl.

The action is very natural.

"Aren't you full?"

Zhao Lang asked.

To die was stunned for a moment, looked at the porridge left in Zhao Lang's bowl, and said insincerely,

"No... I'm full."

Zhao Lang immediately said,

"That's a pity, I can't drink half of the bowl of porridge, so it seems that I can only throw it away."

"fall down?"

Damn, his eyes widened.

Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Why don't you help me down."

God **** it, he didn't even say refusal, he took Zhao Lang's bowl and answered loudly,

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Then he took the bowl and went to the side.

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

"Master, an ox cart came from outside the door, saying it was a teacher."

At this time, a servant came to report.

"Mr. is here? It's so fast!"

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhao Lang's eyes.

"Let's go, go and meet me."

No wonder Zhao Lang was excited. In the past few days, he was able to figure out the status of a scholar in Daqin.

Looking at the entire Chuang Tzu, except for Bo Fu and an accountant, including himself, all of them are illiterate!

It's terrifying!

Zhao Lang walked quickly to the gate of Zhuangzi, and saw an old man with a young man in his early twenties getting off the ox cart.

"welcome!"

Zhao Lang stepped forward and shook hands, wanting to express his enthusiasm.

The two people on the opposite side were dumbfounded.

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

"Old Kong Yi, this is my disciple Xie."

The old man was Kong Jia, and Kong Yi was the name he made up.

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

After introducing each other and settling down the two, Zhao Lang explained the situation of the child.

"There are as many as 95 people? And women?"

Kong Jia was also startled.

"And they have already passed the best enlightenment period."

Zhao Lang said with a smile at this time,

"Ancestors have the wisdom, and there is no difference in teaching. Regardless of age, men and women, as long as they have the heart to learn, they should have the opportunity to receive education."

There was a strange look on Kong Jia's face. He was the fifth generation descendant of Confucius and the leader of the current Confucian school.

Now it is interesting to be taught by someone using the words of their ancestors.

So back,

"What the son said is very true. It's old and narrow."

"Then from tomorrow, we can start. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"But you need to ensure that you need at least two hours of study time every day."

Although Kong Jia did not know why there were so many children in this village.

But a child of this age is already a labor force.

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

Therefore, he must let the other party in advance to ensure the child's study time, otherwise, this kind of study will not work at all.

"Two hours?"

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

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, I have been in high school in my last life, and studying is like taking my life.

It's a joke now that I only study for four hours a day.

Kong Jia thought that Zhao Lang disagreed and said with a frown,

"An hour and a half, it can't be any less."

Zhao Lang widened his eyes and said,

"No, at least four hours!"

Kong Jia suddenly opened his mouth slightly.

Zhao Lang continued,

"Sir, that's all set. There are at least four hours of classes every day."

If he hadn't thought about physical training, Zhao Lang's time would have been longer.

Kong Jia was stunned for a moment before returning.

"Listen to your son."

Only then did Zhao Lang nodded with satisfaction and said,

"That's fine, Mr. today will rest well and start teaching tomorrow."

and then left.

After Zhao Lang left, Kong Jia asked Zhao Xie, who had not spoken for a while,

"What do you think of this son Lang?"

Zhao Xie looked at the direction Zhao Lang was leaving and said,

"Wolf's ambition, I'm a member of my generation."

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