The female emperor fights, captures Yang Yuhuan at the beginning

Qin Lang got up, patted his butt, and snapped his fingers: "Small, don't trouble me!"

Without further ado, Qin Lang came directly to a scene.

Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, a white-haired old man is smoking dry tobacco, a bare-footed kid is chasing big geese, and a few opera troupes are chatting beside him, drums, gongs, erhu, sticks, knives and guns are scattered all over the place, a candied haws seller The man is hawking, and the little boy is chasing the big goose on the surface, but in fact he has been looking at the candied haws, and he keeps sucking the saliva from his mouth.

Qin Lang laughed and walked up to the man selling candied haws and threw out a silver ingot of five taels: "I want them all, and you don't need to look for any more."

Immediately, Qin Lang hugged the whole straw gourd stick with candied haws stuck in it, sat on a pile of stones beside him and waved to the little boy: "Child, come here, brother treats you to eat candied haws."

Seeing this, the bare-breasted boy froze in disbelief, clutching his little hand, letting the goose run around, a little timid, but salivating greedily.

"Come, come, I've agreed to treat you to eat. Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person." Qin Lang took the biggest candied haws from the gourd stick and waved it at the little kid.

The little kid did some mental training for a while, and finally turned his head to look at the old man smoking the pipe. Seeing that the old man didn't look at him at all, he boldly walked up to Qin Lang and wanted to take the biggest candied haws.

Seeing that the temptation was successful, Qin Lang re-inserted the largest candied haws into the straw stick, took off the two smallest candied haws, and handed one to the little boy.

Although he didn't get the biggest one, the little kid was still happy. Sitting beside Qin Lang, he ate up all the candied haws that were only three bunches in a few bites.

Maybe it was because I ate too fast, and I didn’t feel the taste of candied haws at all, so I had to lick the bamboo sticks, looking at the biggest one on the straw stick, counting it, it seemed that there were more than a dozen of them, and they were all the biggest hawthorns. It definitely tastes sweet.

Qin Lang took down the candied haws, shook it in front of the little kid and asked, "Do you want to?"

The little boy licked the bamboo stick and nodded, then shook his head and said a little embarrassedly: "But I have no money."

Qin Lang laughed, pointed at the props thrown by the troupe on the side of the road, and raised his eyebrows at the little boy: "Have you seen the play?"

The little kid nodded: "Every year and festival, the master's family has a happy event, he will sing operas, and he has seen a lot."

"Can you play with a sword?" Qin Lang asked again.

"I don't know if I haven't played it before, but I am invincible in the field with dead branches." The little kid said it seriously, as if it really happened.

"You go and play with a sword, and do it according to your own dead tree swordsmanship. The biggest candied haws will be yours."

"Really? Liar is a puppy."

Qin Lang stroked the little kid with shining eyes, and said solemnly, "Adults don't lie to children."

"Okay, watch, don't play tricks!"

The little brat jumped down the steps with his butt bare, ran to where the theater troupe were scattered on the side of the road, took out a wooden sword casually, and really started playing.

The people in the troupe next to him laughed out loud when they saw this, and some people applauded and cheered. The little kid danced harder and harder. No matter how well he danced, Qin Lang finally achieved his goal.

The old man who had been smoking dry tobacco knocked his pipe on the soles of his feet, walked to Qin Lang and sat down beside Qin Lang with his hands behind his back. He didn't look at Qin Lang, but watched the kid playing around. Layer folds.

"Although your method is a bit obscene, it doesn't break the rules."

Qin Lang thought that the old man was the protagonist of this level. Just as he was about to stand up and bow, a burly man suddenly walked over, knelt down on one knee, cupped his fists and said, "I'm going to Sun Wu, and I'll pay my respects to the lord!"

Qin Lang looked at the strong man with a confused face. This doesn't look like a military master who can write Sun Tzu's art of war. Shouldn't he be a scribe?

Qin Lang couldn't believe it, and was about to turn around to ask the old man, but found that the old man had already led the little kid away, and all the candied haws on the straw stick in his hand were gone.

Afraid of recruiting the wrong person, Qin Lang tentatively supported Sun Wu and asked, "This old man just now was Mr. Tian Shu?"

Sun Tzu replied forcefully: "My lord is wise, he is my father."

Um... ok!

Since the person was right, Qin Lang was relieved. When Qin Lang left the scene, Sun Wu had already appeared in the recruitment area.

It's just that his appearance has changed, he is no longer dressed in a coarse cloth jacket, but a heroic man with a long sword on his waist.

Qin Lang couldn't help being amazed that Sun Wu was once a knight-errant.

A person with a strategy in his chest can't really be fooled by appearances. He is a soldier and a soldier, and he doesn't have a lot of brushes. How can he lead soldiers to fight?

After successfully recruiting Sun Wu, Qin Lang had already figured out the system's gameplay, and walked to the second scene contentedly.

By a crystal-clear lake, a group of young women in neon clothes sat on the grass talking and laughing, with snacks, drinks and musical instruments such as pipa and flute scattered beside them.

There seems to be something wrong with this style of painting.

Chapter 0105 Can You Shout Mike (New Year's Day Ninth Bullet)

As soon as Qin Lang appeared in the scene, a group of girls by the lake all looked over.

Now that he was discovered, Qin Lang was too embarrassed not to say hello, so he stretched out his hand and waved it slightly: "Hi!"

One of the women had a more cheerful personality. Seeing Qin Lang's extraordinary temperament, she invited Qin Lang to enjoy the scenery together.

"It's really rare for a young master to travel alone with such an elegant mind."

Qin Lang naturally didn't need to explain, as long as he understood what the NPC said, he could probably complete the task by following her chat.

"It's nice to be alone, no, the scenery is even more beautiful with the invitation of a girl and the company of a beautiful woman."

Qin Lang spoke beautifully, and these women also changed from being shy to being cheerful and active. Qin Lang casually said a few brain teasers, and the atmosphere suddenly lifted.

However, if he wanted to recruit people, Qin Lang had to find a way, so he changed the subject, picked up a bamboo flute from the side and asked tentatively: "This bamboo flute is beautiful in shape and exquisite in workmanship. I don't know which younger sister will, it would be a pity not to play a piece of music on such a beautiful day."

Qin Lang didn't know what would happen next. Anyway, he felt that these props had to be used, otherwise he wouldn't be able to recruit characters.

A woman took the bamboo flute, and the other women also picked up their familiar musical instruments. The woman who invited Qin Lang got up and walked to the lake, stepping on the grass with her bare feet, and began to sing along to the beautiful melody. dance.

"My lord, if you think it sounds good, you can sing it softly, so that it will appear perfect."

Qin Lang, who was tone-deaf, was a little embarrassed when he heard the words, but everyone asked for it, so Qin Lang had no choice but to get up bravely, pondered for a while, and then asked weakly, "Is it okay to call Mai?"

The woman hummed softly in response, and then put on a graceful dance, just waiting for Qin Lang to make a sound.

Seeing that everyone was waiting for him, Qin Lang broke his heart and gave it up.

Squeezed his throat a few times, coughed lightly, opened his mouth slightly, leaned forward, glanced at all the girls, and shouted out the rhythm with his broken throat like a dead horse acting like a living horse doctor.

I'm drunk alone

Drunk couples beautiful women

eyes are alone

I just hope that he can return home someday

Dear girl, I stroke the piano

Yan Xi Purple Bamboo Forest

I am infatuated with confidante willingly

Thousands of miles to find you

I said beauty, I laughed infatuatedly

......

Shouting Mai was Qin Lang's only feasible form of expression. Although it was a bit awkward, the lyrics in his mind became more and more popular as he read them.

Not only was he on the top, but everyone present was also on the top.

The originally good national style quickly became a social scene.

And shaking, how come there are more people around.

By the clear lake, a very inappropriate performance is going on, it is not so elegant, not so beautiful, but it can arouse the rhythmic blood in everyone's body.

A group of women swayed along with Qin Lang, and the atmosphere quickly reached a climax. The lake water reflected strange dancing postures, and even the fish gathered together, wagging their tails and spitting bubbles, looking very unhappy.

I don't know how long it took, the song ended, and Qin Lang, who was thirsty, felt his throat was smoking.

Just as he was looking for some water to drink, a middle-aged man dressed as a coachman handed Qin Lang a plate of shiny wine gourds.

"My lord, Wu Qi, pay my respects to the lord. I didn't expect that the lord is also proficient in rhythm and dance skills. I admire you!"

What?Wu Qi?

Let me go, call me, and call Wu Qi?Just now you were socially shaking with yourself?

Countless embarrassment in capitals slammed on Qin Lang's face.

He didn't drink any water, and ran back to the recruiting space in a hurry.

With two successful experiences, Qin Lang also got the hang of it and went directly to the third scene.

Qin Lang appeared on the side of the street in the small town. An old woman selling melons was teasing a cat. The owner of the cat was a poor-looking middle-aged woman who was making a female celebrity. Some rags, needles and threads were thrown around. Basket or something.

Qin Lang was a little puzzled by this scene, and he hadn't figured it out yet, just now shouting out his saliva at the top of his throat.

Seeing an old woman selling melons, she went straight to squat by the stall and started picking melons.

"The younger generation wants to eat a melon?"

Qin Lang glanced left and right, and patted the surface of the melon from time to time. He wanted to pick one with a crisper sound. I heard that it was crispy and sweet.

Seeing that the business was coming, the old woman put down the cat in her arms, and recommended her own melons attentively.

"Will the younger generation know how to pick melons? Or the old woman will help you pick one? Make sure it's ripe."

Qin Lang usually buys watermelons casually. Supermarkets and fruit shops will never sell half-baked melons, and even if they come across them, they can be exchanged.

Here, Qin Lang was a little uncertain. It wasn't that he couldn't afford melons, but that he had to choose sweeter ones, otherwise don't waste it. Maybe this was a clue.

Those who sell melons will definitely say that their melons are good, so Qin Lang stopped picking and asked tentatively, "Grandma, what kind of melons are sweet."

The old woman laughed and said: "Young people, there is skill in picking melons. Divide the male and the female. The male is big and has more meat, while the female is small and sweet, and has more water. Do you want to eat the male or the female melon?"

Qin Lang felt a little interesting when he heard the words: "Animals are divided into male and female, and this melon is also divided into male and female?"

The old woman hummed, picked up a larger melon and said, "This is a male melon, you are quiet, the buttocks are round, the pattern is thick, the size is big, the flesh is firm, and it is very delicious."

Qin Lang took it and saw that it was real, the buttocks were round and thick, and then the old woman picked up a smaller melon and said: "Look at this again, the buttocks are flat, the patterns are thin, the size is small, it's crunchy, sweet and juicy. There are more, young people like to eat sweets, so they eat mother melons."

Qin Lang hugged the two melons and compared them. Sure enough, he still didn't believe the difference between the male and the female. Maybe this was a trick made up by the melon sellers.

"I don't have any copper coins on me, so I just eat here. I don't need to look for the rest. Grandma kills them all for me."

The old woman was overjoyed to find five taels of silver ingots, so she quickly kicked them into her arms, and began to look for the knife a little excitedly.

After searching around, I realized that I forgot to bring it when I went out. The old woman said with some embarrassment: "Young man, I came out in a hurry in the morning and forgot to bring a knife. Wait a minute, I will borrow a knife to kill melons. "

Qin Lang was so thirsty, he might as well smash open the melon with his fist and eat it when the old lady borrowed a knife, but it's a bit unrefined to eat melons on the street.

Looking around, I remembered that there were scissors in the basket of the aunt next to me, so I said, "Grandma, or I can borrow the scissors from the aunt next to me, and I can just make do with it."

The old lady thought that since the buyer was not particular about it, she didn't need to make an extra trip, so she asked the aunt next to her to borrow the scissors.

While praising the sweetness of his family's melons, he killed Qin Lang's melons.

At this moment, a burly man appeared next to Qin Lang, bared his teeth and said to Qin Lang, "Our melons are very sweet, my lord is lucky."

Chapter 0106 The Great General (New Year's Day Tenth Bullet)

Qin Lang looked sideways, and saw that the man beside him was very powerful. Although he was dressed plainly, the muscles on his arms were clearly defined. Could it be...

The man picked up a piece of melon that the old woman had divided with scissors, and held it in front of Qin Lang with both hands respectfully: "My subordinate, Wang Jian, pay my respects to my lord!"

The man called himself Wang Jian, and when Qin Lang looked at the melon-killing grandmother, the light bulb above his head lit up with a ding.

Ma Dan, Wang Po sells melons, sells melons, sells melons, and kills melons with scissors. Isn't this Wang Jian?

Even after eating three large pieces of melon, the difference between the male melon and the female melon is not obvious, but the stomach is full. With the general Wang Jian, why worry that the Great Qin cannot be unified?

After leaving here, Qin Lang didn't pay much attention. He just wiped his mouth with his cuffs and his hands with his trouser legs, and quickly moved on to the next scene.

The scene is a grassland, a group of horses are grazing, and the horse breeder is lying on the back of a big white horse, basking in the sun with his legs crossed, with a piece of grass in his mouth, looking very leisurely.

Qin Lang looked around and saw that there was no one else around, thinking that it must have something to do with the horse breeder.

It was the first time that Qin Lang saw thousands of horses on the pasture, and Qin Lang was still a little excited. The war horses belonged to the war horses. The current horses were obviously not enough to be mounts for cavalry.

The youngest foal was almost just learning to walk, and the other horses didn't seem to have grown up, except for some mares and some stallions, the most handsome of which was the big white horse that the breeder was lying on.

He has a strong figure, strong limbs, and a strong physique. At first glance, he is the king of this group of Mali.

Qin Lang teased the little pony for a while, already thinking about it, and waited for the little pony to finish eating the grass with watermelon juice in his hand.

Qin Lang rubbed his hands on his back and walked towards the big white horse, and walked around the white horse, except for the white horse who spat out a few contemptuous breaths, the man on the horse seemed to be dead, Qin Lang greeted several times in succession There was no response.

In desperation, Qin Lang had no choice but to continue to observe the big white horse in front of him, and walked around a few more times, finally allowing Qin Lang to discover the flaw.

This white horse is very pure at first glance, with a white mane all over its body, very beautiful.

It's a pity that Qin Lang still found a half-black and half-brown miscellaneous hair on the horse's head.