Da Qin: I am really not the Human Emperor!

Chapter 8 Sure enough, they are all rich and powerful!
Watching the Yin and Yang family enter, the three of them seemed to have calm expressions, but in reality they were extremely ashamed.

They have boasted about being together for a long time, and this time they only came to see a young master. Due to their status, they have forgotten all this.

Chi Songzi sighed secretly and took something from his arms, and the other two did the same.

Looking at the gift box in front of him, Ying Zizhou nodded with satisfaction. This is right. How can anyone come to your door without giving a gift?
Soon, Chi Songzi and others also entered the mansion one after another.

In the room, everyone was sitting on the floor, Ying Zizhou was in the main seat, and Gai Nie stood beside him, seemingly motionless, but his eyes were always on everyone.

Ying Zizhou glanced at everyone, and then placed it on the Yin Yang family on the left. The moon god was still dressed as he remembered, blue classical clothes.

Her eyes were covered with a white gauze, making it difficult to see her features. However, compared to the impression of the Moon Goddess, she was less calm and more agile at this time.

Looking at her hair, it seems that she has just got hair extensions, which is not much different from him. Although this is true, no matter in Qin or other countries, girls with hair extensions can already get married.

In contrast, Concubine Yan was a little calmer. Looking at her well-developed figure, Ying Zizhou was also a little emotional, how could the Yin Yang family's food be so good?
As for the rest of them, they are all men and there is nothing good about them.

As he scanned the crowd, they also observed Ying Zizhou and Mo Qilin in his arms.

"It is said that the second young master was born with a vision from the sky, and now Mo Qilin recognizes him as his master. It is indeed extraordinary to see him today."

Yan Fei slowly spoke.

Everyone likes to hear compliments, especially compliments from beauties, and Ying Zizhou also enjoys them.

With Yan Fei's opening, the atmosphere of the rest of the conversation became much better.

After a while, several people left. Ying Zizhou looked at the token in his hand and smiled.

"interesting."

The Yin Yang Family and the Taoist Family came here just to see Mo Qilin, and most of the conversation was about this. But what he didn't expect was that the Mo family's giant actually handed him a token after leaving.

In other words, the mogul of the Mo family valued him as a person, not Mo Qilin.

"What do you think of Mr. Gai Nie?" He looked at Gai Nie and asked.

"What do you think, young master?" Gai Nie did not answer directly.

"How?" Ying Zizhou smiled: "Ignore them!"

He was too lazy to think so much. His brother Wang and Ying Zheng should be worried about this kind of thing. Why should he bother?
"Okay, okay, the box is opened, the treasure is opened!"

Looking at the gift box in front of him, he rubbed his hands, and Mo Qilin on the side also poked his head.

When I opened the first gift box, it was from the Yin Yang family, and what I saw was a blue medicinal herb.

"Liuying Xuanhua?"

"Mr. Gai Nie, do you know?"

"This is a unique treasure of the Yin Yang family. It has the magical effect of repairing the meridians and nourishing the roots and bones." Gai Nie said slowly.

[Obtain the intermediate rare item: Liuying Xuanhua. 】

[Reward: 10,000 rare item points. 】

Before he could take a closer look, Mo Qilin's head stretched out to take a look, as if he wanted to eat it in one bite, but he quickly stopped him.

When he stopped him like this, Mo Qilin's eyes suddenly watered.

"Wait a minute, it's not like I won't give you food, why are you in a hurry?"

It's such a waste to eat this thing like this, it's better to let him use rare item points to strengthen it.

Mo Qilin's food intake is determined by the amount of his spiritual power. One elixir with powerful spiritual power is enough to meet his needs for several days.

Therefore, quantity is not the key, quality is.

Then, he opened several more boxes one after another, all of which were filled with rare treasures, which made Mo Qilin drool.

If Ying Zizhou hadn't been holding on tightly, he would have jumped on it and ate a lot.

"As expected of a great sect, they are really generous." Ying Zizhou also sighed with emotion.

As a descendant of the Great Qin royal family, it was very difficult for him to obtain some precious medicines, and I am afraid that only some monarchs are eligible to enjoy such rare medicines.

……

"What do you think of this person?" Concubine Yan asked after leaving Yingzizhou's mansion.

"With the ink unicorn protecting his body, it's hard to see his mind."

The Yin Yang family is famous for its Yin Yang technique, through which they can easily and quickly see a person's heart, but this trick did not work on Ying Zizhou.

They must know that even if Ying Zheng is the king of the country, they can find out something about him, but they can't do anything about Ying Zizhou, which makes Yue Shen a little curious.

"That's it, let's see for now." Concubine Yan noticed her expression and said nothing.

In the following time, no one else came to visit, and Ying Zizhou was happy, either feeding Mo Qilin or playing with Chaofeng.

And Mo Qilin's figure is also getting bigger day by day.

"It's finally cooked."

In the backyard of the mansion, Ying Zizhou looked at the vegetable patch in front of him and sighed.

"Okay, stop digging, Xiao Hei." He greeted Mo Qilin in the vegetable field.

Suddenly a head popped out of the ground. This was his private vegetable garden, and the food he carefully cultivated was grown here.

"That should be enough." He muttered while looking at the crops in his hands.

……

"Zizhou, why did you call me here?"

Fusu looked at him. Generally speaking, Ying Zizhou would go to his house when something happened, and it was rare for him to be called over.

"Brother Wang will know later." Ying Zizhou gave up.

Although Fusu was confused, he didn't ask any more questions. After a while, someone brought some dishes.

"This is?"

"What, eat? Does Brother Wang doubt Brother Wang?" Ying Zizhou looked at him and said.

Fusu smiled and shook his head. He really didn't mean it. He was just a little confused about these dishes. After all, he had never seen this food before.

Then, under Ying Zizhou's demonstration, he started eating.

"how?"

"Sweet and delicious, it's a delicacy." Fusu praised it without hesitation.

"That's natural."

As a child of the royal family, everything is good, but when it comes to food, it is really unbearable for him to win over Zizhou.

There was no way, a lot of food was untapped and was flowing in at this time, but he couldn't bear it, so he tried every means to get it, just to satisfy his appetite.

"What do you call this thing?" Fusu asked while eating.

Hearing this, Ying Zizhou looked at him and asked, "Brother Wang, how do you think the people of my country, Qin, eat?"

Fusu was stunned, looked at the food on the table and shook his head: "Of course you can't compare to me."

"Yes, although our Great Qin has been recharging its strength for many years and has strong soldiers and horses, its people can only live hand to mouth for the time being. Of course, compared to the other six countries, our Great Qin is relatively good to the people."

This is not a boast. For any big country, food is often the top priority. Only enough food can feed a larger population.

The reason why a big country is a big country is because of its vast land and surplus food, which enables it to develop an army.

The Great Qin has gone through several generations of monarchs, and they have made great efforts in agriculture, which is why the Great Qin is what it is today.

The other six countries were not so good. The clans, families, and royal families controlled too many fields, and the people lived in misery.

"Brother Wang, does he know how many people can feed ordinary people with a year's work?"

Fusu is relatively familiar with this issue. After all, farming is the foundation of a country.

"According to reports from various places, my family in Daqin has been cultivating for a year. When the weather is good, we can get six stones and four buckets of grain per acre (one stone is about a hundred catties), which can feed ten Qin soldiers for a month."

(End of this chapter)