"Well, where are 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 he always likes to wander around him.

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

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

Ji Wushuang said in a slightly hoarse voice.

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

Zhao Lang said casually.

Ji Wushuang gritted her teeth and continued to say,

"The leader should drink the porridge first, it will be bad if it is cold."

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

“Okay.”

I picked up the porridge and prepared to drink it.

After working hard for a day, I feel comfortable drinking a bowl of hot porridge.

Ji Wushuang looked at Zhao Lang putting the porridge to his mouth, and his heart suddenly lifted up.

Both hands clenched into small fists, and one of the small face turned red.

Zhao Lang stopped immediately when he saw the other party's strangeness and asked in confusion.

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

Ji Wushuang was frightened and said,

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

Zhao Lang simply put down the porridge and said,

"If you have something to do, why are you going to be too late?"

"Is there too much going on these days?"

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

Mr. Tian and his team focused on taking care of potatoes, so Ji Wushuang was passing messages in the middle.

It's quite troublesome.

Ji Wushuang looked at Zhao Lang putting down the porridge, and suddenly felt a little anxious.

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

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"If that's OK, you recruit some peasant disciples to the farm and share your pressure."

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

He had long wanted to build another base.

Although this village has high walls and large courtyards, there is no danger on all sides to guard.

Once surrounded, it will be dead.

He had already looked at the place. There was a hillside to the south of the village, more than ten miles away.

Not big, but it is enough for a small farmer.

"Well, what do you think?"

Zhao Lang slowly told his plans and asked.

Ji Wushuang's fingers were tucked together, and in his eyes, there was only the bowl of porridge that Zhao Lang placed on the table.

He woke up when he heard the question.

“Very good…very good!”

Zhao Lang looked at Ji Wushuang with a little strangeness. This woman is usually the most concerned about the development of the farm.

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

Zhao Lang asked again,

"Do you think the money is less? How about giving you five taels of gold every month in the future?"

Zhao Lang is very willing to give Ji Wushuang money.

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

Giving her money means giving money to the farmer's family, and being the leader of the farmer is equivalent to making money in vain.

"No...I... leader, you'd better drink porridge first."

Ji Wushuang said hesitantly.

Zhao Lang suddenly narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the porridge on the table along the other person's gaze.

Could it be...

Just as Zhao Lang was about to ask something, Wangcai's voice came from outside the house.

"Young Master, Miss Man wants to find you if you have something to do."

"Man? What did she ask me for?"

Ying Yinman's beautiful face appeared in Zhao Lang's mind. This girl has always looked for him since that day.

But he was thinking about the chaos in the world three years later and had no time to pay attention to her.

After all, saving lives is important.

"Miss Man said that it was Mr. Gao and the others who were playing Cuju together, and I would like to invite you together."

Wangcai returns.

Zhao Lang suddenly realized that he was playing football.

This event was not brought by him.

This movement occurred during the Warring States Period in China.

To be honest, the things from our ancestors were so many and good, but later generations were a little unsuccessful.

He still has to participate in such collective activities, sociable groups are also a very important means to win people's hearts.

"Okay, I'll go there."

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

"Porridge...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 go out together? It's not good to be tight every day."

Ji Wushuang pouted at this time and said,

"Don't go!"

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

"Okay, look at the letters from these newspapers. If they are reasonable, you can agree."

After saying that, he followed Wangcai and left.

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

For a moment, my heart felt sour.

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

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

It’s just that the sourness is sour. After the sourness is over, Ji Wushuang will still start reading letters honestly.

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

"Don't you value these two people very much? I will just transfer them to the farm!"

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

The Cuju of the Qin Dynasty is a hollow pottery ball or a fur ball.

The gameplay is somewhat similar to kicking shuttlecock, mainly depends on who has the best skills, and then it is transmitted from several people to each other.

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

"Everyone, why not change the gameplay. We put two door openings on each side, and then each of them stands on one side and kick the ball into the opponent's door opening."

"Even if you win."

Zhao Lang talked about the general way to play in later generations.

Of course, there are no complicated regulations.

After listening to it, Young Master Gao's eyes lit up and said,

"Young Master Lang, you still have a vague way of playing the game!"

At the beginning of Cuju, it was used to train soldiers. Zhao Lang said with a smile.

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

So, the first chaotic Cuju match kicked off.

"What are you doing when you kick me?"

"Damn! Pass! You won't be able to use your hands if you can't kick it!"

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

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

Zhao Lang, who was standing beside him, looked at the chaotic and familiar situation in the field, and felt a little relieved.

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

I started practicing two thousand years ahead of schedule, and how can I still be like that in the future?

Time for the game always passes quickly. When Zhao Lang returned to his room, it was almost dark.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Ji Wushuang, but I still looked at the letter.

"You looked at it for an afternoon?"

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

Ji Wushuang pouted in grievance, just about to say something.

I saw Zhao Lang pick up the cold porridge on the table, and drink it all in one go. He said,

"You go and rest quickly, I'll do it."

Ji Wushuang said a little stutteringly,

"how are you feeling?"

Zhao Lang wiped his mouth and said casually.

"It feels quite..."

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

Fortunately, Ji Wushuang had quick eyes and quick hands, so he directly knocked Zhao Langheng to pick him up.

I looked at Zhao Lang in my arms, and then at the bed.

Ji Wushuang bit her beautiful lips and said to herself,
Chapter completed!