To Lishan?

Hearing what his father said, Zhao Lang couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Although Lishan was prepared for the old man, did he go to see his own tomb when he was alive?

Zhao Lang didn't quite understand whether it was taboo or not, so he looked at Zhao Gao who was beside him.

Zhao Gao had a bitter face, and wanted to stop him but did not dare to reveal the identity of the first emperor.

But without waiting for the two to be in trouble, Qin Shihuang continued with a smile,

"Lang'er, what are you still doing? You haven't helped the old man up."

As he spoke, he kicked Zhao Lang.

Zhao Lang immediately got out of the carriage obediently, and helped the confused old farmer into the carriage.

The old farmer came back to his senses, his face flushed slightly, and he said repeatedly,

"Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord."

Zhao Lang didn't think it mattered.

Respecting the old and loving the young is also a traditional virtue.

After all, the space in the carriage is still limited, and it is actually okay for a few people to squeeze together.

Fortunately, Qin Shihuang had always been a generous person, so Zhao Lang and the youngest son of the old farmer naturally sat in the groom's seat.

It's just that Qin Shihuang was obviously not a person who was good at talking, and his power made the old farmer beside him feel uncomfortable.

Zhao Lang asked with a smile beside him at this time,

"This year, old man, you are Geng."

With Huatou, the old farmer immediately relaxed a little, and replied with a smile,

"I can't afford to be expensive, this year is almost forty!"

Hearing this, Zhao Lang was stunned.

The old farmer in front of him seemed to be in his sixties, but in fact he was only forty?

He was just thinking about it, this old farmer is old enough.

Just look at my father, who is about fifty years old, and looks much younger than this old farmer.

Qin Shihuang and Zhao Gao on the side were not too surprised. Forty is not considered a long life in Daqin, but it is definitely not short-lived.

And the daily work really makes people look old.

"How's the harvest this year?"

"The harvest is good! In my two acres of land, more than a thousand catties of potatoes have been harvested!"

When it comes to the harvest, the old farmer's interest is obviously much higher,

"Does Mr. Potato know?"

Qin Shihuang glanced at Zhao Lang at this time, and then asked knowingly,

"Oh? What is this? The output is so high?"

The old farmer continued,

"That's a good thing! The seeds given by the farmers."

"After paying taxes this year, there is still a lot left!"

With Zhao Lang at the beginning, Qin Shihuang also found his way, following the family, chatting little by little.

Every time when the silence was about to come, Zhao Lang would insert a sentence at the right time to allow the conversation to continue.

Soon, it was evening.

The attendants of the caravan had prepared the food.

As a matter of course, the old farmer and his son were invited to have dinner together,

"Your Excellency, we brought food, which is the potatoes that I told you before, so I won't bother you."

The old farmer said with a smile.

As he spoke, he opened his cloth pocket, revealing potatoes that had already been steamed.

Although the younger son on the side looked at the meat, he swallowed involuntarily.

But he still followed his father obediently.

Of course Zhao Lang knew that if farmers didn't do anything, how could they have the habit of eating dinner?

They are all hungry, so I am afraid they will eat something.

This is also the reason for the rapid aging.

Zhao Lang then directly smiled and said,

"Old man, I just want to try the potatoes you mentioned, how about I exchange them?"

As he said that, he brought a plate of meat over and wanted to exchange it with the other party.

The old farmer froze for a moment, looked at his youngest son, and finally said,

"Then thank you, sir."

Zhao Lang immediately took a potato, but the old farmer stuffed another one.

Several people just started eating.

Of course, the old farmer tasted a small piece of that plate of meat except at the very beginning.

Then said,

"Father doesn't like meat."

Everything else was stuffed into the youngest son's mouth.

Seeing his younger son gobbling it up, the old farmer smiled more happily than eating himself.

Zhao Lang wanted to give two more games, but this time, the old farmer refused to accept anything.

"If you continue to do this, I will have no choice but to leave."

Hearing this, Zhao Lang could only let go.

After dinner, Zhao Lang asked someone to arrange another carriage for the old farmer to take the young man to rest.

It's no wonder the old farmer can relax when he stays with them.

After settling down the old farmer, Zhao Lang was about to go back to his carriage to rest.

"Father, I'll go back to the carriage first, Xianyang sent a lot of government affairs just now."

Thanks to Cheap Daddy's fondness for parades, Xianyang's system of transporting government affairs is still very flexible.

Qin Shihuang nodded and said,

"Keep the potatoes in your hand."

Zhao Lang said strangely,

"Father, what do you want it for?"

This simple steamed potato is still cold and tastes bad.

If he hadn't been worried that the old farmers would not eat their food, he wouldn't have wanted to eat them.

There's no need to embarrass yourself, is there?

Qin Shihuang said indifferently,

"They only have one potato for a meal. Daddy wants to try it too?"

Zhao Lang laughed directly,

"Father, there's nothing to try, and besides, this is not a meal, but a day."

Qin Shihuang was silent for a moment, and asked,

"how do you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he understood that Zhao Lang is the head of the farm family, so it's not surprising to know.

So he said,

"You just stay."

Seeing that Daddy Cheap was so persistent, Zhao Lang could only keep the potato in his hand and leave.

After Zhao Lang left, Qin Shihuang silently picked up a potato that was not as big as his fist, looked at it, and said to Zhao Gao,

"One day, just eat this one?"

Zhao Gao smiled awkwardly. He actually wanted to say that in some remote places, you may not be able to eat one a day.

Not many people starve to death in Daqin every year, but definitely not many.

"Your Majesty, it's not easy in this age, and it's always difficult to get enough to eat."

Zhao Gao finally said.

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he didn't say any more, but just put away the potatoes.

In the early morning of the next day, the convoy continued to head towards Lishan Mountain, and the speed increased slightly, and it was estimated that it would arrive at Lishan Mountain in the evening.

Zhao Lang didn't have time to look at the scenery anymore, a lot of government affairs were waiting for him.

It was only noon when Zhao Gao looked for him with a sad face and said,

"Your Highness, go and have a look. Your Majesty didn't eat breakfast, and now he doesn't even eat lunch. He only eats the potatoes you left yesterday!"

"Your Majesty is taking care of his body, how can this be done!"

Zhao Lang gave a wry smile, then got up and rushed towards his father's carriage.

Just arrived on the carriage~lightnovelpub.net~ and saw the old man holding a half-eaten potato in his hand, he was slightly dazed.

"Father, what are you doing?"

Zhao Lang smiled wryly.

Qin Shihuang looked at Zhao Lang, but did not answer, but asked with some doubts,

"Why?"

He let these farmers eat only one potato a day, but why did these farmers help him build the imperial tomb?

Qin Shihuang had such a question in his mind for the first time at this time,

He always thought he knew these people well.

Ignorant, greedy for small profits, easy to be controlled by others.

But this time, he didn't understand at all.

(end of this chapter)

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