Da Qin: Don’T Pretend, Your Father, I’M Qin Shihuang

"Well, how about Xiaoqi and the others?"

Zhao Lang said without raising his head.

Usually these things are done by Xiaoqi and the others.

These days, Ji Wushuang doesn't know what's going on, and always likes to wander around him.

On the contrary, Zhao Lang was a little used to it, so he didn't care when he saw Ji Wushuang bring him porridge.

"Little Qi and the others learned a few new postures and went to practice."

Ji Wushuang said in a slightly hoarse voice.

"Then you put the porridge down first, I'll drink it later."

Zhao Lang said casually.

Ji Wushuang gritted his teeth and continued,

"The chief should drink the porridge first, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Zhao Lang hesitated, put down what was in his hands, and said,

"Also."

Picked up the porridge and was ready to drink.

After a tiring day, drinking a bowl of hot porridge will make you feel very comfortable.

Ji Wushuang watched Zhao Lang put the porridge to his lips, and his heart suddenly lifted.

Both hands were squeezed into small fists, and a small face was flushed even more.

Seeing the strangeness of the other party, Zhao Lang stopped immediately and asked with some doubts.

"Are you okay? Why is your face flushed all of a sudden?"

Ji Wushuang was frightened and said,

"I...I'm fine, you...you can drink porridge first."

Zhao Lang simply put down the porridge and said,

"Just talk about it, what do you dare to do?"

"Are there too many things these days?"

In order to see the results as soon as possible, Zhao Lang rushed very quickly.

And Mr. Tian and the others focused on taking care of potatoes, so it was Ji Wushuang passing the message in between.

It's still quite bothersome.

When Ji Wushuang watched Zhao Lang put down the porridge, he felt a little anxious.

"Hey...you, I...yes, I'm just a little tired."

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"If you can, you can recruit some peasants to come to Zhuangzi to share your pressure."

"Don't worry about money, this villager, I will build another one at that time..."

He had long wanted to build another base.

Although this Zhuangzi has a high-walled compound, there are no dangers to guard on all sides.

Once surrounded, it is dead.

He already had a good view of the place, to the south of Zhuangzi, there was a hillside ten miles away.

Not big, but it's enough as a small base for a farm.

"Well, what do you think?"

Zhao Lang slowly said his own plan, and asked.

Ji Wushuang's fingers were twisted together, and only the bowl of porridge Zhao Lang put on the table was in his eyes.

I woke up when I heard the question.

"very good!"

Zhao Lang looked at Ji Wushuang a little strangely. This woman usually cares most about the development of the farm.

I said so much today, but it was this reaction.

Zhao Lang asked again,

"Do you think you have less money? How about giving you 50 taels of gold every month from now on?"

Zhao Lang is very willing to give Ji Wushuang money.

Because this woman, no matter how much money she gets, it will be distributed to the peasants below.

To give her money is to give money to the farmer, and he is the farmer's chief, which means nothing.

"No... I... Chief, you'd better have the porridge first."

Ji Wushuang vaguely said.

Zhao Lang suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the other's gaze to look at the porridge on the table.

Could it be...

As soon as Zhao Lang wanted to ask, Wang Cai’s voice came from outside the house.

"My son, Miss Man wants to see you for something."

"Man? Why is she looking for me?"

Zhao Lang's beautiful face emerged in his mind, and this girl has always been looking for him since that day.

It's just that he was thinking about the chaos in the world three years later, and he didn't have time to care about her.

After all, life is important."Miss Man said that it was the son Gao and they were playing Cuju together. I would like to invite you together."

Wangcai returned.

Zhao Lang immediately understood that he was playing football.

He really didn't bring this event.

During the Warring States Period, China had this movement.

To be honest, the things of the ancestors are so many and good, but later people are a little disappointed.

He still has to participate in this kind of group activity. Being in a group is also a very important way to win over the hearts of the people.

"Okay, I'll go there."

Zhao Lang stood up, but Ji Wushuang said anxiously at this time,

"porridge."

Zhao Lang shook his head.

"This porridge is too hot now, it's hot, I'll drink it again when I come back."

"Do you want to play together? It's not good to be tight every day."

Ji Wushuang's mouth pursed at this moment, saying,

"Don't go!"

Zhao Lang didn't force it, he said directly,

"That's okay, look at the letters in the newspaper. If it is reasonable, you can agree to it."

After speaking, he left with Wangcai.

Ji Wushuang looked at the back of Zhao Lang leaving, Ying Yinman's excited voice came from outside the courtyard, and then he looked at the porridge on the table.

For a while, I felt sour in my heart,

"Smelly! You can't walk when you see a woman!"

"Isn't it just older than me!"

It was only sour and sour, Ji Wushuang still honestly began to read the letter after the sourness.

Soon, she found the letter from Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, Ji Wushuang immediately muttered,

"Don't you value these two people very much? I just transferred them to Zhuangzi!"

Zhao Lang was playing Cuju with Gongzi Gao at this time.

The Cuju of Daqin is a hollow pottery ball, or a ball of fur composed of fur.

The gameplay is somewhat similar to kicking a shuttlecock, mainly depending on whose skill is high, and then passing it back and forth between a few people.

Not to mention, there are quite a lot of tricks of these people.

"You guys, why don't we change our gameplay. We set up two holes, and then eleven each stand on one side and kick the ball into the other's hole."

"Even if you win."

Zhao Lang talked about the general gameplay of later generations.

Of course, there is no mention of those complicated regulations.

After Young Master Gao listened, his eyes lit up and he said,

"Young Master Lang, you still have a faint art of war in this gameplay!"

At the very beginning, Cuju was used to select and train soldiers, Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"Let’s try it first and see how it works."

Thus, the first chaotic Cuju game kicked off.

"Why are you kicking me?"

"Gan! Pass the ball! Can't you use your hands if you can't kick it!"

"Hold it and run! Throw it in! Throw it!"

"Ah! The ball is scored! The ball is scored!"

Looking at the chaotic and familiar situation off the court, Zhao Lang on the side also felt a little relief in his heart.

Zhao Lang is still a little selfish here, he doesn't believe it anymore.

Daddy started training two thousand years in advance, can later generations be like that?

The game time always flies quickly. When Zhao Lang returned to the room, it was almost dark.

As soon as I walked in, I saw Ji Wushuang, still looking at the letter.

"Have you watched it all afternoon?"

Zhao Lang was a little surprised and said that this person is too real.

Ji Wushuang pouted aggrievedly, just about to say something.

I saw Zhao Lang picking up the cold porridge on the table, drank it, and said,

"You hurry up and rest, I'll do it."

Ji Wushuang stuttered,

"how do you feel?"

Zhao Lang wiped his mouth and said casually,

"It feels pretty..."

Before he finished speaking, he closed his eyes and fell softly.

Fortunately, Ji Wushuang's eyes were quick and his hands were quick and he directly hugged Zhao Lang horizontally.

He looked at Zhao Lang in his arms, and then at the bed.

Ji Wushuang bit his beautiful lips and said to himself,

"at this point..."

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