The Great Qin: Stop Pretending, Your Father, I Am Qin Shihuang

"Well, what about Xiao Qi and the others?"

Zhao Lang said without raising his head.

Usually these things are done by Xiao Qi and the others.

These days, Ji Wushuang doesn't know what's going on, and always likes to hang around by his side.

Instead, Zhao Lang was used to it, so he didn't care when he saw Ji Wushuang bringing him porridge.

"Xiao Qi and the others learned a few new poses and went to practice."

Ji Wushuang said in a slightly hoarse voice.

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

Zhao Lang said casually.

Ji Wushuang gritted his teeth and continued,

"Leader, let's drink porridge first, it won't taste good when it's cold."

Zhao Lang hesitated, put down what he was doing, and said,

"Alright."

Picked up the porridge and was ready to drink it.

After a tiring day, drinking a bowl of hot porridge at this time will make my whole body feel very comfortable.

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

Two hands clenched into small fists, and a small face was even more red.

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

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

Ji Wushuang was frightened and said,

"I...I'm fine, you...let's have some porridge first."

Zhao Lang simply put down the porridge and said,

"If you have something to talk about, what's the dawdling?"

"Are there too many things these days?"

In order to see the results as soon as possible, Zhao Lang urged him very urgently.

As for Mr. Tian and the others, they all focused on taking care of potatoes, so Ji Wushuang passed the news in the middle.

It's still quite frustrating.

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

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

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"If you can, you can recruit some peasant family members to the village to share your pressure."

"Don't worry about money, this Zhuangzi, I will build another one..."

He had long wanted to build another base.

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

Once surrounded, it is a place of death.

He had already set his sights on the place. To the south of Zhuangzi, about a dozen miles away, there was a hillside.

It's not big, but it's enough as a small base for a farmhouse.

"Well, what do you think?"

Zhao Lang slowly explained his plans and asked.

Ji Wushuang twisted his fingers together, only the bowl of porridge Zhao Lang placed on the table in his eyes.

When I heard the question, I woke up startled,

"very good!"

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

Today I said so much, but this is the reaction.

Zhao Lang asked again,

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

Zhao Lang was very willing to give Ji Wushuang money.

Because of this woman, no matter how much money she gets, she will distribute it to the next farmer.

To give her money is to give money to the farmer, and he is the leader of the farmer, so it means nothing.

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

Ji Wushuang said hesitantly.

Zhao Lang squinted his eyes slightly, and followed the other party's gaze towards the porridge on the table.

Is it...

Just as Zhao Lang wanted to ask something, the sound of prosperity came from outside the house.

"Master, Miss Man wants to find you something."

"Man? What is she doing to me?"

Ying Yinman's beautiful face appeared in Zhao Lang's 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 pay attention to her.

After all, life-saving matters.

"Miss Man said it was Young Master Gao and the others who were playing Cuju together and wanted to invite you to join us."

Prosperity returns.

Zhao Lang immediately understood that he was playing football.

He really didn't bring this activity here.

During the Warring States Period of China, there was this movement.

To tell the truth, the things of the ancestors are many and good, but later people were a little bit unsatisfactory.

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

"Okay, I'll go over here."

Zhao Lang stood up, but Ji Wushuang said anxiously,

"porridge."

Zhao Lang shook his head.

"This porridge is too hot right now, it's burning my mouth, I'll drink it when I come back."

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

At this moment, Ji Wushuang pouted and said,

"Don't go!"

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

"Well, look at the letters in these newspapers. If it's reasonable, you agree."

After speaking, he followed Wang Cai and left.

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

For a time, my heart felt sour,

"Stinky! Can't walk when you see a woman!"

"Isn't it just a little bit older than me!"

It was just sour, so Ji Wushuang still started to read letters honestly after the soreness was over.

Soon, she discovered the letters of Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and Ji Wushuang immediately muttered,

"Don't you think highly of these two people? I'll directly transfer them to Zhuangzi!"

Zhao Lang was playing Cuju with Young Master Gao and the others.

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

The gameplay is somewhat similar to kicking a shuttlecock, mainly to see who has the best skills, and then to pass it from one person to another.

Not to mention, there are quite a lot of tricks for people like Gongzi Gao.

"Everyone, why don't we change the way of playing. We erect two door holes, and then each of the eleven people stand on one side and kick the ball into the opponent's door hole."

"Even if you win."

Zhao Lang talked about the general gameplay of later generations.

Of course, there are no complicated regulations.

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

"Young Master Lang~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You still have a subtle way of fighting in this way of playing!"

At the very beginning of Cuju, it 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 competition kicked off.

"Why are you kicking me?"

"Gan! Pass the ball! Can't you kick with your hands?"

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

"Ah! The ball is in! The ball is in!"

Zhao Lang, who was beside him, looked at the chaotic and familiar situation off the court, and felt a little bit of relief in his heart.

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

Lao Tzu started practicing 2,000 years in advance, how can future generations be so rotten?

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

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Ji Wushuang, still reading the letter.

"You watched it all afternoon?"

Zhao Lang said in surprise that this person is too real.

Ji Wushuang pouted aggrievedly and was about to say something.

Just saw Zhao Lang pick up the cold porridge on the table and drink it up, saying,

"Hurry up and rest, I'll come."

Ji Wushuang stammered and said,

"how do you feel?"

Zhao Lang wiped his mouth and said casually,

"It feels quite..."

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

Fortunately, Ji Wu's eyes were fast, and he directly slapped Zhao Lang into his arms.

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

Ji Wushuang bit her beautiful lips and said to herself,

"at this point..."

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