Chapter 75: This Is the End

"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 him.

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

"Xiaoqi and the others have learned a few new poses and are going to practice."

Ji Wushuang said in a slightly hoarse voice.

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

Zhao Lang said casually.

Ji Wushuang gritted her teeth and continued,

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

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

"Also."

Pick up the porridge and prepare to drink it.

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

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

Both hands were clenched into small fists, and a small face was even redder.

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

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

Ji Wushuang was startled and said,

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

Zhao Lang simply put down the porridge and said,

"Just talk about it if you have something to do, what's the point?"

"Is there too much going on these days?"

In order to see the results as soon as possible, Zhao Lang was in a hurry.

Elder Tian and the others focused on taking care of Tudou, so it was Ji Wushuang who passed the news in the middle.

Still quite exhausting.

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

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

Zhao Lang nodded and said,

"If it's possible, you can recruit some farmers to come to Zhuangzi to share your pressure."

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

He has long wanted to build another base.

Although this Zhuangzi has high walls and a large courtyard, there are no dangers on all sides to defend.

Once surrounded, it is dead.

He has already taken a good look at the place. To the south of Zhuangzi, there is a hillside more than ten miles away.

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

"Well, what do you think?"

Zhao Lang said his plan slowly, then asked.

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

When I heard the question, I woke up with a start.

"very good!"

Zhao Lang looked at Ji Wushuang a little strangely, this woman is usually most concerned about the development of the farm.

I have said so much today, but this is my reaction.

Zhao Lang asked again,

"Do you feel that you have less money? How about giving you five 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 in her hands, will be distributed to the peasant family members below.

Giving her money is giving money to the farm family, and he is the leader of the farm family, which means earning money for nothing.

"No... I... leader, you should have porridge first."

Ji Wushuang hesitated and said.

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

Could it be...

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

"Young Master, Ms. Man wants to find you something."

"Man? What did she want from me?"

Ying Yinman's pretty face came to Zhao Lang's mind, and this girl has always looked for him since that day.

It's just that he was only thinking about the chaos in the world three years later,

No time for her at all.

After all, life-saving is the most important thing.

"Miss Man said that it was Young Master Gao and the others who were playing Cuju together, and would like to invite you to join them."

Wangcai returned.

Zhao Lang immediately understood that he was playing football.

This event really wasn't brought by him.

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

To be honest, the things of the ancestors were many and good, but later generations were a bit disappointed.

He still has to participate in this kind of group activity. Being in a group is also a very important means of winning people's hearts.

"Okay, I'll go right now."

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 burns 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 time, Ji Wushuang pouted and said,

"No!"

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

"That's fine, look at the letters in these newspapers, if they are reasonable, you should agree to them all."

After speaking, he followed Wangcai and left.

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

For a while, I felt sour in my heart,

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

"Isn't it just bigger than me!"

It's just that the sourness turned sour, and Ji Wushuang honestly started to read the letter after the sourness was over.

Soon, she found the letters between Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and Ji Wushuang murmured,

"Don't you value these two people very much? I'll transfer them directly to Zhuangzi!"

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

Daqin's cuju is a hollow pottery ball, or a ball of fur.

The gameplay is somewhat similar to shuttlecock kicking, mainly to see who has the best skills, and then pass it back and forth between several people.

Not to mention, people like Gong Zigao have a lot of tricks.

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

"Even if you win."

Zhao Lang talked about the general gameplay of later generations.

Of course, there are no such complicated regulations.

After Gong Zigao finished listening, his eyes lit up, and he said,

"Girl Lang, you still have some way of fighting in this way of playing!"

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 competition kicked off.

"What the hell are you kicking me for?"

"Hey! Pass the ball! If you can't kick it, you can't use your hands!"

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

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

Looking at the chaotic but familiar situation off the court, Zhao Lang felt a little bit of relief in his heart.

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

Lao Tzu started practicing two thousand years in advance, can future generations still be like that?

The game time always passed quickly, and 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.

"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 pick up the cold porridge on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and said,

"Go and rest quickly, 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 Wushuang had quick eyes and quick hands, and directly hugged Zhao Lang horizontally.

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

Ji Wushuang bit her beautiful lips and said to herself,

"at this point..."