On the oxcart, a courteous young man was talking to Kong Jia,

"Sir, why do you want to go to a village to teach this time?"

Kong Jia hesitated to speak. The young man in front of him had a special status.

What happened between him and Qin Shihuang was hard to explain clearly.

So back,

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

"It's just that I'm sorry, sir, I'll take a rest this time."

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

"Sir, just call me Zhao Xie. I just happen to see the suffering of the people."

Kong Jia nodded appreciatively and said,

"It's good if you have this intention. Never be impatient in anything."

Zhao Xie nodded in agreement.

The ox cart moved forward, and in the evening, a village appeared in front of us.

Waves of lively sounds came from inside.

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

Inside Zhuangzi.

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

Wangcai was sharing the porridge at this time.

Zhuangzi served a bowl of porridge for dinner.

Under the supervision of Gosei, everyone lined up in two lines in an orderly manner.

"Sir, let me serve you a bowl of porridge first."

Wangcai saw Zhao Lang arriving in a hurry to show his courtesy.

Naturally, other people didn't have any opinions.

Zhao Lang returned with a smile,

"Everything has a first-come, first-served basis. You serve porridge to everyone first."

If you are prosperous, you can only continue to divide the porridge.

After hearing this, Qu Shang glanced at Zhao Lang slightly.

There were several servants helping out today. Although there were more people, the porridge was distributed faster than yesterday.

After a while, everyone got the porridge, and only Qu Sheng and Zhao Lang were left.

Goshit looked at the little porridge left and swallowed, but he said,

"Master, you go first."

Zhao Lang still said with a smile,

"I said, first come, first served."

Damn it, I won’t refuse this time and just grab a bowl of porridge.

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

"Sir, I'll cook you another bowl."

Wangcai said quickly at this time.

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

Zhao Lang said of the last remaining porridge.

Wangcai looked embarrassed, he really didn't want his young master to eat the leftover food.

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

So he could only serve porridge to Zhao Lang.

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

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

When entering Zhuangzi, everyone was shocked by how big Zhuangzi was.

After they entered Zhuangzi, they were told by Hei Fu and others that this man who looked like he had stepped out of a painting was the owner of Zhuangzi and their family head.

From now on, they must obey his orders.

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

Now the owner of the house actually eats the remaining food they shared and even squats with them.

And this is not the first time.

Being stared at by dozens and hundreds of eyes, no matter how slow Zhao Lang is, he can still notice it.

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

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

It will get better after getting along for a long time.

Zhao Lang looked to the side and saw that the other person was licking the bottom of the bowl.

The movements are extremely natural.

"Not full?"

Zhao Lang asked.

Gosei was stunned for a moment, looked at the remaining porridge in Zhao Lang's bowl, and said insincerely,

"No...I'm full."

Zhao Lang said immediately,

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

"fall down?"

Damn, his eyes widened.

Zhao Lang smiled and said,

"Why don't you help me pour it?"

Go to hell without even saying a word, he took Zhao Lang's bowl and responded loudly,

"Yes, Master!"

Then he took the bowl and walked aside.

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

"Sir, a bullock cart came outside the door. He said he was a teacher."

At this time, a servant came over to report.

"Sir, are you here? It's so fast!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhao Lang's eyes,

"Let's go, hurry up and greet him."

No wonder Zhao Lang was excited, in the past few days, he had figured out the status of scholars in Da Qin.

Looking at the entire Zhuangzi, except for Uncle Fu and one accountant, including himself, everyone is actually illiterate!

Simply terrible!

Zhao Lang quickly arrived at the gate of Zhuangzi and saw an old man getting off the bullock cart with a young man in his early twenties.

"welcome!"

Zhao Lang directly stepped forward to shake hands, wanting to express his enthusiasm.

The two people on the opposite side were confused.

Fortunately, Fu Bo arrived in time and resolved the embarrassment.

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

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

Zhao Lang has become immune to these strange names in Da Qin.

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

"There are actually 95 people? And there are women?"
To be continued...