Through Time Chapter 123

Looking at the two options in front of him, Zhao Lang was somewhat tempted.

A crossbow, the great killing weapon of the cold weapon era!

Just look at the various dynasties, no swords or guns were banned, but bows and crossbows, they would definitely be banned.

And the Zhuge crossbow could fire in bursts!

If there were enough of them, they could be suppressed!

Zhao Lang was lying when he said he was not moved.

But to join the Qin army, isn’t that a joke!

What kind of man is he?

A rebel who was waiting for Qin Shi Huang to die and then planned to rebel!

If he really joined the Qin army, it would be a joke if he revealed anything!

In the Qin Dynasty, conspiracy to rebel is punishable by having one’s family raided!

And the second reward, primary cement.

Zhao Lang was still no stranger to cement, after all, he had lived in a forest of concrete and steel in his last life.

This stuff is a great tool for defence!

Use it to build a fortress or something, water and fire won’t enter!

“What, this is a difficult request from this General?”

Seeing Zhao Lang’s silence, Zhang Han said that

Zhao Lang had made up his mind by this time and said that

“Thank you, General, for your kindness, I have no intention of joining the army.”

Zhang Han frowned slightly, but did not push, and shook his head, saying

“You are originally the son of a merchant, and by definition are not qualified to enter directly under this general, but this general saw that you had some force, and only then did he feel the love of talent.”

“I thought I had met a beautiful piece of jade that could be sculpted, but I didn’t think it was just a fledgling with no ambition.”

When Zhang Han said this, he had no intention of avoiding Zhao Lang at all.

After saying this, he even looked at Zhao Lang with a faint trace of disdain.

With his status, not to mention Zhao Lang, even if Zhao Lang’s father came, he would only be able to listen to his reprimand!

In the Great Qin, the status of a merchant was not high.

Zhao Lang didn’t mind either, but he felt that the general in front of him, Zhang Han, was somehow familiar.

Smiling, he returned.

“What the general said is true, the boy really just wants to make some money these days.”

Seeing Zhao Lang’s outright admission, Zhang Han waved his hand and said that

“It’s just that, you can go.”

Zhao Lang did not hesitate, and directly was bowing and bidding farewell.

Standing on the city gate, watching Zhao Lang leave with a dozen people on a fast horse, Zhang Han suddenly revealed a smile to that

“It’s interesting, if there is any news of this kid in the future, give me more attention.”

The subordinate at the side was a bit confused and asked.

“General, didn’t you say that he has no ambition?”

Zhang Han looked at his subordinate who was not in his right mind and said, without good humour, that

“I did say that.”

“But how did you not notice his deliberate technique of getting himself off cheaply when he confronted me?”

“Think again, when you first met me, you couldn’t even get a word in edgewise!”

At the mention of past events, the subordinate’s old face flushed and

“General, why are you talking about this?”

Zhang Han became even more furious.

“If you hadn’t been so indisputable, would it have been necessary for me, General, to recruit talents myself?”

The subordinates dared not speak at once.

“Also, there was paperwork coming from the county yesterday saying that the county seems to have disappeared a number of artisans in recent days, when you check in and out of the city.”

“Be more careful, don’t just think about making money!”

“The Great Wall is being built in the north, and it’s a time when craftsmen are needed.”

“Yes, General.”

The subordinate answered at once, then hurriedly left.

Zhao Lang sped all the way back to the salt farm, and by the time he returned, it was almost evening.

He walked straight to the salt refinery grounds.

“How is the situation?”

Zhao Lang asked casually as he looked at the slaves who were still working.

“In reply to Your Excellency, a hundred catties of coarse salt have been practiced today.”

The two stewards returned.

Zhao Lang nodded, the method he had taught these slaves could only practice coarse salt.

The other party’s request was only a thousand catties of coarse salt anyway.

The method that could really practice refined salt could only be brought out when he had full control of the salt farm.

“Do you two know where there are stones around here… Well, forget it.”

Halfway through his question, Zhao Lang waved his hand.

He had already obtained the way to make primary cement, and one of the very important raw materials was limestone.

There was another way to make lime, and that was shells from the sea, which could be burnt.

Shells?

Zhao Long thought of Hai and the others, but of course the most reliable way was to find a local stonemason and ask him about it.

It wouldn’t hurt to ask if they were going to deliver supplies to each other anyway, so they could prepare for both.

“To hell with it, let everyone get some rest, first thing in the morning, we’ll go find someone and then make a trip back to the farm.”

Zhao Lang instructed.

Riding and running around on horseback was actually a very hard thing to do.

“Yes, Family Head.”

Go to hell answered, and then sent everyone to rest.

Soon, night fell and a bright moon rose in the night sky.

A shadowy figure crept closer to the salt flat.

“Well, I’ve finally found the right place this time, this salt farm is too isolated.”

“Whatever, let’s save the people first.”

All the way to the broken wooden hut where the slaves were kept.

Soon there was a gurgle of voices from the broken wooden hut that

“It’s the Holy Maiden! The Holy Maiden has come to save us!”

“Hush, be silent!”

“If you know me, then you should also know my rules.”

“Criminals are not saved, only the unjust and the false, and after they are saved, they are to labour in a special place, and this time is used to establish your identity.”

“If anyone tries to muddle through, you should have heard that I have killed many people with my own hands.”

A cold, female voice came from the wooden hut.

At once, the people in the wooden hut were quite quiet.

It was then that the Holy Maiden spoke

“Go that way and you will be met.”

A figure stepped out of the hut and then disappeared into the night.

Just as everything was going well, suddenly a shout rang out from the hut and

“Someone, the lady flyers are coming over to rob someone!”

“I’ll expose them! I’ve got the credit!”

It seemed extremely piercing in the silent night air.

Soon torches and lights were lit up elsewhere.

The Holy Virgin drew her sword straight away and spoke to

“You go, I’ll stop them!”

The Holy Virgin hurried towards the place where the lights were lit up.

Looking at the back of the Holy Maiden, the slaves could not help but have a few moments of emotion rise in their hearts.

Suddenly, a slender figure, holding a long spear, appeared in the midst of the lights.

Looking at the man in the lamplight, the Holy Virgin suddenly trembled, and in the next instant, said

“Go back first, I will come back to save you when I have the chance!”

Then with a flash of her body, she disappeared completely into the night.

Leaving only a group of slaves in the wind, they looked at each other and immediately returned to the wooden huts.

And not far away, the peasant sons who were responsible for the reception were a little confused as they looked at their own saintly maiden who had darted in.

“Holy Maiden, where is everyone?”

The Holy Virgin spoke for a moment to

“Get out of here! The leader here is too powerful! I’ve fought him and I’m no match at all!”

Hearing these words, all the peasant children’s faces went white.

They knew of the Holy Maiden’s skill.

Normally, it was not a problem to fight one on ten, so it had only been so long since they had come to Liaodong County, and already a large group of peasant children had gathered.

But now they had actually fled in despair!

Everyone hurriedly left.

According to the Holy Maiden, to save people one must first ensure one’s own safety.

Many of them silently remembered this place, the Salt Farm, and in the future, they would never come back to death!