After the villagers left, Zhao Lang led the people into the village chief's home.

"Chief, go and notify other villages and gather people together as per my request."

Zhao Lang gave the order directly to the commander.

After the chief sighed, he took the order and left.

"Have a good rest today, there are still things to do tomorrow."

Tomorrow we will go into the mountains to kill the bandits.

Although he doesn't know the specific location of the bandit yet, it's not a big problem. He can just wait for Ji Wushuang.

The name of the peasant saint is not just talk.

Immediately, Ah Er took the order and left.

But the Fusu people didn’t leave?

"Is something wrong?"

Zhao Lang sat at the top, looked at a few people lightly, and said.

Zhao Lang was a little more patient with these people than others.

Because whether they want it or not, these second generations will definitely help manage it in the future.

Fusu said at this time,

"Brother Lang, I was rude outside just now."

"It's just that now there are only these old and weak people left in the whole village. If we take away the only young and strong people, they won't be able to farm enough, so I'm afraid they won't be able to eat this year."

Young Master Gao and Ying Yinman on the side also nodded, but Hu Hai looked unconcerned.

General Zhao Lang placed the order in front of several people and said,

"What about this military order?"

Fusu hesitated and said,

"I'll go talk to the general. It should be fine."

Zhao Lang suddenly sneered and said,

"Su, you are really kind. I also know that you have a good relationship with the general."

"But even if you save people in this village, the gap in numbers must be made up, and other villages will have to provide more people."

"Then the people from other villages should die?"

Fusu was stunned when he heard this. He hadn't thought so much just now.

Just looking at the old and weak people in the village, I feel so pitiful.

Gritting his teeth, he continued,

"Then all conquests will be reduced."

Zhao Lang laughed when he heard this.

"Who do you think you are? The heir to Great Qin?"

"I!..."

When Fusu heard this, he hesitated for a moment. Although he was the eldest son of Qin Shihuang, the Qin Dynasty had not yet established a prince.

He really can't be said to be the successor of Da Qin.

Hearing this, a strange look appeared on other people's faces.

Fusu felt a sigh of relief in his heart. He decided to write a letter to his father after he returned!

The labor force in Liaodong must be reduced.

The people of Liaodong are really suffering!

Seeing that Fusu stopped talking, Zhao Lang said,

"Follow my orders and wipe out the bandits here tomorrow. Their lives may be a little easier."

Several people immediately stood up and left, but Ying Yinman stayed at the end.

"Cold-blooded!"

After scolding Zhao Lang, he went out.

Zhao Lang didn't care when Ying Yinman scolded him. He knew that others probably thought the same way.

But he himself had some doubts.

Ordinarily, Liaodong has already conquered civilians twice, so that shouldn't be the case.

Just look at when Qin Shihuang was in power, except for the nobles of the six countries who provoked rebellions.

But there were basically no peasant rebellions.

Because he can always grasp the right balance.

But this time, the force was a bit too much, as if they were deliberately punishing the people of Liaodong.

It's really strange.

However, this was fine. The people in Liaodong were suppressed more tightly, so he led the farmers to have a chance to take action.

Soon, at night, Zhao Lang occupied the hall without ceremony.

What is written on the cloth?

Soon, a dark shadow flashed past the room, bringing with it a gust of wind.

The fire was also blown out and flickered.

It looks extremely scary.

Zhao Lang just stretched his waist and said,

"When you come, come out quickly."

Suddenly, a beautiful figure appeared in the house.

Ji Wushuang curled her lips and said,

"It's boring! You're not afraid of ghosts."

"I didn't do anything wrong, why should I be afraid?"

Zhao Lang said angrily, and then handed over some cloth full of words.

"Hold this thing."

Ji Wushuang took it and asked curiously,

"What's this."

Zhao Lang said lightly,

"The farmer's future plans in Liaodong."

"Da Qin has increased the labor force in Liaodong, and the people may have a very difficult life. You organize farmers to provide relief."

Ji Wushuang looked at Zhao Lang with some suspicion and said,

"This will cost a lot of money. When did you become so kind?"

Zhao Lang's expression didn't even move as he said,

""After I become the head of the farm family, will I still spend less money?"

"Besides, as the head of a farmer's family, I care about ordinary farmers. What's the problem?"

Ji Wushuang snorted and said,

"You couldn't tell when you were forcing the villagers."

Zhao Lang was startled, did this woman arrive so early?

Seeing Zhao Lang finally showing a hint of surprise, Ji Wushuang said with a bit of arrogance,

"I know everything about your strengths and weaknesses, don't try to lie to me!"

Zhao Lang was stunned for a moment, always feeling that something was wrong. He said,

"Okay, in any case, just follow my method and the farmers will benefit."

"Also, have you found the location of the bandits?"

When it came to business, Ji Wushuang also regained some seriousness and said,

"We found it through local farmers, but this group of bandits has nearly 200 people and is quite fierce."

Zhao Lang frowned slightly,

"Then we have to wait until tomorrow to die and slave. After they arrive, let's scout the terrain first and then check the situation."
To be continued...