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

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Hu Hai, who was beside him, was confused. He didn't expect that Young Master Gao would come out to compete with him.

"Brother, I am useful for this naming right, so don't argue with me."

At this moment, Young Master Gao's eyes flickered, and he said coldly.

Hu Hai was stunned for a moment, then quickly revealed a mocking smile and said,

"You also want to dedicate it to your father."

"I thought you were not interested in family property, brother."

"Unexpectedly, everyone is the same."

At this time, Hu Hai showed a trace of tyranny on his face and said,

"Since that's the case, everyone can do their best!"

"Brother Lang! I'll give you three thousand taels!"

Zhao Lang saw the conflict between the two clearly.

Although the other party said vaguely, he could roughly guess what was going on.

In other words, it is a vulgar drama of fighting for family property, and it is not uncommon for brothers to turn against each other for the family property, after two thousand years.

But he didn't have the slightest idea of ​​persuasion in his heart.

The harder the two fought, the happier he became.

Soon, the price reached 5,000 taels, and Zhao Lang smiled so much that his eyes narrowed.

"Brother, five thousand taels should be your limit."

Young Master Gao looked at Hu Hai who was blushing and said.

"That's why you don't have to worry about it, brother."

Hu Hai said with a bit of ruthlessness.

Master Gao said again at this time,

"I'll give you six thousand taels."

Immediately, Hu Hai's face showed a hint of ashes, and what Young Master Gao said was right.

Five thousand taels of gold was his limit.

As a prince, in fact, he is not as rich as others think.

"Six thousand taels, is there anything higher than six thousand taels?"

Zhao Lang shouted loudly, and after waiting for a while no one answered, he said with a bit of regret,

"Congratulations, Mr. Gao! The naming rights are yours!"

Zhao Lang walked up to Young Master Gao and said with a smile,

"I don't know when Young Master Gao is going to pay."

Young Master Gao looked at Zhao Lang's philistine look, and couldn't help but despise him a little.

In the end, he is just a little boy from a farm. Even if he has some ability, his vision is always narrow.

Made a cloudless look and said,

"Don't worry, Young Master Lang, within three days, I will definitely deliver the gold."

Zhao Lang immediately smiled and said,

"That's fine, that's fine."

Hu Hai on the side said with a bit of sourness,

"Brother Lang, your six thousand taels of gold are too easy to earn."

The others were also slightly red-eyed.

Zhao Lang still knows the reasoning of wealth and silk.

Brothers can turn against each other, it would be strange if these second-generations had no ideas in their hearts.

So, Zhao Lang's expression changed and he said,

"Don't get me wrong, everyone, I'm just selling it for you, and the money belongs to the farmer!"

Of course, there is no need to tell others about the trivial matter of being the head of the peasant family.

At this time, Ji Wushuang also snorted coldly, saying,

"Who dares to have any crooked thoughts! Let's see if the farmers in the world will agree!"

Immediately, everyone put away their little thoughts.

Although the farm family has been weakened a lot recently, it is not something that any family can afford.

After all his worries were relieved, Zhao Lang immediately announced his dismissal.

Everyone also took action, some went to Wangcai to buy the production method, and some sent people back to report.

At a time, many fast horses left the village.

One of them was extremely anxious, heading towards Qin Shi Huang's northern tour.

Young Master Gao directly used his power as a prince and used the emergency report!

So, the 100,000 hurried horses reappeared on the straight.

Just when Zhao Lang was thinking about how to spend the money, Kong Jia walked over with a serious face.

He looked at Ji Wushuang and the others, and said in a low voice,

"Lang'er, you come with me."

"is teacher."

Zhao Lang gave Ji Wushuang a look, then followed Kong Jia away.

After the two of them left, Ji Wushuang said to Mr. Tian who was studying the curved plough,

"Tian Lao, you really don't need to tell Zhao Lang that Kong Jia is the leader of the Confucian school...the leader?"

Elder Tian touched the Quyuan plow, his face full of relief, and when he heard Ji Wushuang's words, he returned lightly,

"There are only a few of us by the leader's side now. We are alone and weak. It is the time when we need support."

"With Confucianism as a great backer, the leader's future will be more stable."

At this moment, Xu Yue frowned and said,

"But in this way, isn't our farm family inferior?"

Elder Tian sighed, looked at Xu Yue and said,

"How old are you, why are you still struggling with these emotions!"

"The leaders all know that the reputation is not as good as the gold for the farmer, why don't you understand it!"

"The peasant family has been weak for more than ten years, and the peasants all over the world are poor. As long as the peasants can live a good life, what else does it matter?"

After being reprimanded, Xu Yue stopped talking.

"Wushuang, since the leader intends to make you a saint, he wants to unite the family members."

"Then you can cooperate well. I have a list here. They are all young disciples of slightly talented farm families from all over the world. You can find a chance for the leader."

Elder Tian took out a piece of cloth with many names written on it and handed it to Ji Wushuang.

Ji Wushuang took it over and glanced at it for a while, and saw the two names in the front.

"Chen Sheng in Yangcheng, Wu Guang in Yangxia..."

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At this time, in Kong Jia's room.

"Lang'er, how did you know the farmer?"

Kong Jia asked ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He knew Ji Wushuang for a long time, but he didn't know whether the other party was a peasant family, or some saintess he had never heard of.

Zhao Lang hesitated for a while, still not ready to reveal his identity, so he said,

"Teacher, it's just that the farmers want to use our Zhuangzi to spread new farm tools."

"Disciple, I can also make a little money."

The peasant family travels all over the world, Kong Jia knows it, nods his head,

"This new farm tool is a major event for the benefit of the people all over the world. If you participate in it, you can also gain popularity."

"It's just that you can't be too greedy for money when you act, and have a long-term vision."

"If you have a reputation for being greedy for money, it will be detrimental to you in the future."

"is teacher."

Facing the teaching, Zhao Lang humbly listened to it. Of course, he listened to it. He would do what he should do.

Not greedy for money?

That is impossible.

After all, does it cost money to train talents? Does it cost money to develop new technologies? Do you need money to support soldiers?

As for fame, if he could sell it for money, Zhao Lang would also sell it without hesitation.

Kong Jia told Zhao Lang to leave after a few good words.

After Zhao Lang left, Kong Jia frowned and said,

"Lang'er has a good nature, so don't be taken advantage of by the peasant family."

"When the First Emperor comes back, I will tell him clearly."

"When the time comes, I will make it clear that Lang'er is my disciple. Forgive these peasant family members who don't dare to mess around."

After making up his mind, Kong Jia immediately continued to study his block letters.

This is a great achievement that can be passed down through the ages!

The next morning, Qin Shihuang's northern patrol team, which was on the move, came from behind with a quick horse.

"One hundred thousand fire!"

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