Although winter is also one of the four seasons, for the people, the days in winter pass the slowest.

Probably because the people wanted winter to pass as soon as possible, they seemed to be suffering.

Of course, time passed by as usual, and finally we reached the boundary between winter and spring.

Outside Xianyang City, Heming Academy.

Zhao Lang was seeing them off. The weather was now much better than before and they were ready to set off.

Well, as for Ji Wushuang who dared to set out in heavy snow, we cannot judge it by ordinary people's standards.

"Go to hell, I asked you to take away some teenagers again this time. After returning to Liaodong, I want you to increase your strength as soon as possible."

"Da Mao, you need to organize all the people in Zhuangzi and strengthen their training."

"Tell Wangcai how many potatoes you can grow!"

Zhao Lang gave orders one by one.

The time for the southern tour has been advanced. Who knows if the time for chaos in the world will be advanced!

He must be prepared for everything.

"Yes! Master!"

Several people responded in unison.

Soon, Goshit whipped his horse whip and set off with his people.

Zhao Lang watched several people slowly go away. At this moment, there was an anxious shout from behind,

"Master!"

When Zhao Lang turned around, he saw Su limping over with a cane.

The big dog was following worriedly.

"Su, what are you doing out here? What if you fall?"

Zhao Lang frowned and said.

There were servants nearby who had already stepped forward to support him.

Su had already received treatment from Mr. Qin and had his leg broken and reborn. Naturally, he asked Mr. Bai and the others to make this crutch.

"Damn it they're gone?"

Su said with a bit of disappointment,

"I haven't had time to say goodbye to them yet."

Zhao Lang knew the relationship between these people, so he didn't blame him too much. He just said,

"You still have to pay attention to the injury and don't affect your recovery."

Su looked at the backs of Gossip and the others as they left, and nodded in despair.

"It's okay, Master, I'm watching."

The big dog on the side said quickly.

Zhao Lang looked at the big dog, smiled, and then said to Su,

"It just so happens, Su, I have something to ask you. Let's go back together."

Su's eyes lit up and he said,

"Master, do you want materials?"

Zhao Lang nodded. He must make all preparations when he goes out this time.

If it weren't for the fact that the Zhuge Liannu was relatively large and difficult to carry, he would have wished to bring all of them.

Zhao Lang led people all the way to Xu Gui's separate house. The big dog indeed took good care of Su.

But Zhao Lang knew that the better the big dog licked, the less likely it was to impress Su.

Gee, that’s really miserable.

Soon, several people arrived at the place,

"I've met the young master."

Xu Gui and others saluted.

Zhao Lang took a look and said, well, these people have recovered well.

It looks like I can still teach for a few more years.

Su took out a bamboo tube at this time. This was Zhao Lang's request. No metal could be used to hold the gunpowder.

"Master, this bamboo tube weighs about one kilogram."

"We also made a lot of small bamboo tubes of gunpowder according to your previous instructions, and also placed small stones to increase the power."

Zhao Lang looked at these small bamboo tubes and nodded slightly. These homemade bamboo tube grenades can definitely play a decisive role in the critical moment!

"By the way, head of the family, please give these little things a name."

Su said.

"name?"

Zhao Lang thought for a while and returned with a smile,

"Call it justice."

"justice?"

A trace of doubt appeared on Su's face.

Zhao Lang said at this time,

"The role of these little things is to bring justice."

Su suddenly nodded suddenly.

After getting 'Justice', Zhao Lang left here quickly. He still had many things to explain.

After meeting Uncle Fu and others, Zhao Lang did not return to his room until evening.

Not long after, the slave outside the door reported,

"Master, Moton's wife wants to see you."

Zhao Lang did not let the slaves follow them back to death, but stayed with him.

"Let her in."

Zhao Lang said calmly.

Soon, a young woman wearing Daqin clothes walked in.

"It still looks a bit like it. Sure enough, my Chinese clothes still look better."

Zhao Lang's eyes lit up and he nodded.

Moton's wife bowed awkwardly.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Lang became even more excited.

Now, just by looking at the appearance, who can tell that this is the wife of the Xiongnu Chanyu?!

This is the power of China!

There is no way to kill all the people on the grassland.

We must start from the military, economic, cultural and other aspects together to eliminate future troubles forever!

Maodun's wife felt a little uncomfortable when Zhao Lang saw her. She lowered her head and said,

"I would like to ask Master, now that winter is almost over, when can I take my child back?"

Zhao Lang smiled and said,

"Why are you so anxious? Just stay here and stay well. You've also seen your children, so they won't suffer any injustice."

"When the time comes, you will naturally know."

Before the other party could say anything, Zhao Lang said extremely domineeringly,

"Slave, send her back."

He doesn't have much time to argue with the other party.

And what needs to be said has already been said.

Soon, Nu led the people and left here.

Not long after Zhao Lang sat down again, there was a knock on the door.

When I looked up, I saw the big dog walking in.

"Master of the house."
To be continued...