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

Time flew by, and a few days later, in a county seat in the hometown of Wei.

A group of people Ma Fengchen appeared at the gate of the county.

"Slave, we will rest here for one night today."

Zhao Lang looked at the slightly familiar county town and said, this is where he rescued Shang Yan'er.

"Miss Shang, let Xiaoliu go to accompany you to contact the people in the caravan."

The reason why Zhao Lang chose here was also to facilitate Shang Yan'er to quickly contact the caravan.

Then start trading again as soon as possible.

He needs money now, but considering safety issues.

She won't let Shang Yan'er lead the team personally, anyway, Shanglu has been developed and let the people below run.

Shang Yaner can still go to Goguryeo and Donghu Palace.

Soon, a few people arrived at the city gate, and as usual, no one checked their identities.

It’s just that Zhao Lang found something different.

"How come there are so many Confucian scholars?"

Zhao Lang looked at the pedestrians wearing Confucian costumes and said strangely.

You know, in Daqin nowadays, scholars are very noble.

There are few in ordinary county towns.

But this time, when I arrived at the gate of the city, I saw a lot of scholars.

Of course, no one else can answer him.

Soon, Zhao Lang led people into the city and arrived at the inn first.

Looking at the sky, Xiao Liu took Shang Yan'er to the caravan's contact point first.

Zhao Lang was in the inn, wondering if he should go to the technical institute to check the situation. Although there were no manpower for the humble, it was okay to get some news.

Just looking at Ji Wushuang and Ying Yinman next to him, Zhao Lang still chose to give up.

I plan to go out to a wine shop or a restaurant to inquire about the news.

At this moment, I heard the owner of the inn shout loudly at a simple-dressed middle-aged scholar.

"Even if you are a scholar, you have to pay for the room."

The middle-aged Confucian student quickly explained,

"Shopkeeper, I met a thief today, and I didn't mean to default on the payment of the room."

"I don't care about this, just give it to me if you don't have money..."

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, he was gagged by a bag of money.

"Shopkeeper, this is the room money of this scholar, you can leave."

Zhao Lang gave the owner a bag of Qin and a half.

There is no embarrassment. There is nothing wrong with other people opening a shop to collect money.

"Bring us more drinks and food."

"Yes, yes, thank you very much!"

The shop owner weighed the money in his hand and replied with a smile.

When the owner left, the middle-aged scholar said,

"Thank you for your help, and please leave your name, and I will repay it next time."

Zhao Lang smiled and said very modestly.

"Your Excellency is polite. Actually, I have something to ask for. If you don't dislike it, I would like to invite you to have a drink."

Zhao Lang is already familiar with this method of making friends.

The middle-aged scholar looked at the wine and dishes prepared by the owner, sighed slightly, and smiled bitterly.

"Then I will bother you next."

Soon, the two were seated, and the slave himself waited on the sidelines.

Ji Wushuang couldn't sit still, said hello, and went back to their respective rooms with Ying Yinman.

Zhao Lang entered the subject and started politely, saying,

"I don't know your name yet."

Da Qin, wanting to make friends with Confucian scholars also has a routine. This is ritual.

Confucian scholars don't like rude people.

Of course, the Rams dare to be that kind of simple and simple.

The middle-aged Confucian student returned with a smile,"Under Chen Ping, you haven't consulted the son yet?"

Zhao Lang was slightly startled when he heard the name.

He really remembered a man named Chen Ping, but he couldn't be so coincidental, right?

It's just that he has no way to verify, after all, he doesn't remember the other party's detailed information.

"The son?"

Seeing Zhao Lang in a daze, Chen Ping shouted again.

Zhao Lang quickly recovered and said,

"Sorry, your name is the same as an old friend of mine, so I'm distracted."

"Next Zhao Lang."

Chen Ping's eyes lit up and smiled.

"There is such a coincidence? It's no wonder that watching the son Lang is somewhat kind."

As I said before, as long as the scholars want to chat with you, it is a very pleasant thing.

"The son-in-law said something was going on before, but I don't know what it is?"

After some greetings, Chen Ping took the initiative to ask at this time.

Zhao Lang smiled and replied,

"Just when I entered the city, I saw many Confucian scholars in the city, but I didn't know why."

Chen Ping couldn't help smiling and said,

"It seems that Young Master Lang has been very busy in recent days."

"A few days ago, Confucian scholars in the world received a letter from the head of Confucianism, announcing the information of own introductory disciple."

"Invite Confucian scholars to Liaodong. When he was young, he had a relationship with the Confucian leader."

"Moreover, the beginner disciples of the head of Confucianism are also related to my Confucian heritage, so I wanted to go north to Liaodong."

"It's just I didn't expect that the journey was far away, and when I got here, the money was stolen."

"It seems that I can only get an errand here first."

When Chen Ping finished speaking, Zhao Lang's eyes had lit up and said,

"The Confucian head is now in Liaodong?"

His chassis is Liaodong. If the Confucian leader is there, wouldn't he have a chance to recruit some talents?

There are very few Confucian scholars today, and they are still very useful.

Just look at Teacher Own, a rural teacher who taught the children of Zhuangzi very well.

If you are more courageous, if you can get on the line with the Confucian head, you will get the benefits.

Needless to say!

The leader of Confucian scholars in the world, this is a terrifying existence who has the right to speak in China!

It depends on the dynasties after the Qin Dynasty. No matter who it is, apart from the internal competition of Confucianism, as long as the scholar is offended, how many will have a good end?

Chen Ping thought that Zhao Lang was too far away, and said,

"Well, Liaodong is a bit remote."

"But my generation of Confucian scholars should walk the world and increase their knowledge, so that they can be knowledgeable."

Zhao Lang listened to the other party, whether or not the other party was the Chen Ping in his memory.

Based on today's dialogue alone, the other party is definitely a good talent, and if he meets it, it is impossible to let it go.

It’s just that I can’t be anxious now.

So said,

"Your Excellency has misunderstood. Now I am going to Liaodong."

"If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to go with you, but I am waiting for all horses to travel. I don't know if you can use horses?"

Chen Ping's eyes lit up when he heard, and he said,

"The six arts of a gentleman are all proficient in the next level, so that's the best."

Zhao Lang took the opportunity to say,

"When I get to Liaodong, if I have the opportunity, I would like your Excellency to help me introduce the head of Confucianism."

Chen Ping smiled.

"If the head of Confucianism still remembers it, it is naturally good."

After speaking, both of them laughed.

Just as the two talked happily, Xiao Liu also took Shang Yan'er back to the inn.

It's just that Xiao Liu quickly leaned over and said in Zhao Lang's ear,

"Boss, we are being followed."

(An An)

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