"How is it impossible? Isn't the history books written in detail?"

Zhao Long said, "In the 37th year of Qin Shihuang, he went on a tour for the fifth time. In July, he collapsed in the sand dune palace."

What?

The fifth tour?

Then, in July next year, it will collapse in the Dune Palace?

After hearing this, Fusu's heart sank.

"Could it be... it's because of the fatigue..."

Fusu looked at Zhao Long with a complicated expression and couldn't help asking.

"Take it down, he died of taking medicine by himself."

Zhao Long shook his head and said, "He won't die if he doesn't take those elixirs!"

What?

If you don’t take pills, you won’t die?

Damn?www.81zw.??m

No wonder my father said these pills are poisonous...

Alas, wait...

Fusu felt moved and said, if that is the case, the father suddenly dealt with these sorcerers this time and said that the pills of these sorcerers were poisonous. Is that Zhao Long told him?

"Then...if he didn't take those pills a year in advance, wouldn't he be dead?"

Fusu said excitedly.

"Where are you putting this historical nihilism?"

Zhao Long was immediately happy when he heard this, "There is a possibility, but it is actually impossible. People have been dead for two thousand years. What's the use of this? Do you think so?"

"This...he..."

Fusu heard this and smiled.

He murmured in his heart, thinking that his father never wanted to tell Mr. Zhao Long his true identity, just to know these key things from him, right?

But if Zhao Long knew their identities, he wouldn't know what would happen?

"Oh, I've been talking to you for a long time, and people are about to starve to death..."

Zhao Long said, "By the way, how are the flour of the villagers grinding?"

"Oh, the flour has been ground."

After hearing this, Fusu said immediately.

"Okay, borrow some, I'll use it to make some food..."

Zhao Long smiled and said, "Mine was also worn out in the afternoon, so I'll give them some."

"Oh? Sir, do you want to make that dough again?"

When Fusu heard this, his eyes lit up and his throat moved, and he immediately asked.

"Ha, why, Xiao Zhao, do you think that cake is delicious?"

"Yes, I've never eaten it!"

Fusu smiled and said, "It would be great if I could have another meal..."

"This is simple, I'll teach you!"

Zhao Long smiled and said, "The method is not difficult. As the saying goes, it is better to teach people how to fish than to teach people how to fish. I will teach you how to do it. Looking back, you can do whatever you want."

"Sir, would you teach me this?"

After hearing this, Fusu was surprised again and immediately bowed and said, "Oh, thank you sir!"

kindness?

I said I will teach you how to spread a cake, why are you still so excited?

Zhao Longxin said that it is not a high-level skill.

"Oh, you're welcome..."

Zhao Long laughed, "If you feel embarrassed, it's simple. Why not, I'll do it, just treat me a few times and I'll save a meal, how about it?"

"This is ought, this is ought!"

After hearing this, Fusu immediately said, "I'll have someone come here to take the noodles. Sir, make it and eat it!"

"Wow, you're pretty generous?"

Zhao Long smiled and thought to himself that this is what you said, just eat it, right?

Anyway, your old Zhao and Xiao Zhao family are the most wealthy in the village, so I will waste more money on you, so that should be no problem, right?

Immediately, Fusu turned around and took a lot of flour and handed it to Zhao Long.

Zhao Long then rolled up his sleeves and started spreading the dough.

Step by step!

"Driving!Driving!"

Meng Tian was running fast on the way back to Zhaojia Village from Xianyang. He didn't expect that he had just finished working on Xianyang and was sent out by Ying Zheng again.

Ying Zheng was really worried about leaving Fusu alone to accompany Zhao Long in Zhaojia Village.

One is that I am worried about Fusu, and the other is that I am worried about Fusu's mouth.

So, let Meng Tian quickly whip and return.

"Driving!Driving!"

"Shao Village Chief, Meng... Lao Meng from the next village is here..."

A soldier ran and came to Fusu to report.

What?

Lao Meng?

Meng Tian?

"Oh? He's here?"

Fusu felt aroused in his heart and immediately said, "Let him come!"

"promise!"

"Meet the young village chief!"

Meng Tian walked over, came to the two of them, and bowed to Fusu.

"Meng... Lao Meng, are you here?"

Fusu looked at Meng Tian with a slightly moved expression and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Meng Tian was also implicated in history and died...

"Yes, Shao Village Chief..."

"Oh? I said, don't you call me by seniority?"

Seeing this, Zhao Long smiled immediately, "At least by seniority, he is better than Xiao Zhao! Why do you feel that he has to ask you for instructions?"

"seniority in the family?"

Fusu was stunned when he heard this.

"Isn't that..."

Zhao Long said, "Isn't this Lao Meng, isn't Lao Zhao's cousin?"

“Yes…yes…”

Cousin?

After hearing Zhao Long's words, Meng Tian hesitated and nodded and smiled.

Cousin?

He thought to himself, if His Majesty hadn't said that, how could I dare to be His Majesty's cousin?

"Oh……"

Zhao Long smiled and said, "You are Lao Zhao's cousin, and Xiao Zhao is your junior. At least, you have to call you an uncle or uncle? Oh, by the way, are you and Lao Zhao uncles or aunts?"

?”

"This...ah?"

When Fusu and Meng Tian heard Zhao Long's words, they were both confused.
To be continued...