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

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

"Your Majesty, this age is not easy, and it is always difficult to have enough food."

Zhao Gao finally said.

When Qin Shihuang heard this, he said no more and just put away the potatoes.

Early the next morning, the convoy continued to move towards Lishan, and its speed became slightly faster. It was expected that it would reach Lishan by the evening.

Zhao Lang had no time to look at the scenery. A lot of government affairs were waiting for him.

It was only noon when Zhao Gao came over with a sad face and said,

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

"Your Majesty, it's time to recuperate your body. How can this be done?"

Zhao Lang laughed bitterly after hearing this, then got up and rushed towards his father's carriage.

When I got to the carriage, I saw my father holding a half-eaten potato in his hand, slightly dazed.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

Zhao Lang smiled bitterly.

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

"Why?"

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

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

He always thought he knew these people very well.

Ignorant, greedy for small profits, and easily controlled by others.

But this time, he didn't understand it at all.
Chapter completed!