Chapter IX The Farmer's Descendants

"Where are the potatoes?"

Zhao Lang is a little annoyed now, the system only says that the reward has been issued.

He searched around for a long time but couldn't find it.

Sitting on the steps in front of the room worrying.

"My lord, what are you doing sitting on the ground? It's cold on the ground, so be careful not to catch a cold."

Xiao Jiu's voice came from the side.

Zhao Lang shook his head indifferently,

"It's okay, I'm fine."

He had previously been rewarded with special forces physique, so he didn't pay attention to this coolness.

"Then, is there anything troubling you can tell Xiaojiu? Although Xiaojiu doesn't understand any big things, it might make you feel better if you talk about it."

Xiao Jiu walked up to Zhao Lang and squatted down.

A pair of bare hands gently touched Zhao Lang's shoulders, and began to massage gently.

Smelling the fragrance of Xiao Jiu's body and feeling the massage, Zhao Lang's irritable mood relaxed a little.

"Well, I'm looking for something very important, but I haven't found it yet."

Zhao Lang said with some helplessness.

The system is ignoring him right now, and he has no clue to find him.

Xiao Jiu nodded obediently, and did not ask Zhao Lang what he was looking for, but comforted him,

"Young master, don't worry, you are such a nice person, no matter what you are looking for, you will definitely find it."

Zhao Lang smiled, took Xiao Jiu's love into his heart, and asked casually,

"Where is Xiao Qi? How is she?"

Xiao Jiu returned,

"Xiaoqi took a rest yesterday and she is already much better. She was not injured at all."

Zhao Lang nodded, being locked up in the cellar was similar to confinement in a prison, mainly because of the mental damage.

"Oh, by the way, Xiaoqi also said that she would give you a present, thank you for letting her out."

Xiao Jiu added.

"And give me a gift?"

Zhao Lang didn't know what to say. Xiao Qi would be locked up because of him.

As for the gift, Zhao Lang was not curious.

As a little maid, Xiao Qi couldn't produce anything.

At most, they are sachets, handkerchiefs and other personal items, or some snacks made by yourself.

Not long after, Xiao Qi came over with a bamboo basket and said with a red face,

"My lord, Xiao Qi would like to thank you for saving my life, lord."

"The family sent some snacks before, please have a taste."

Sure enough, he guessed right.

However, courtesy is less important than affection, and Zhao Lang will not dislike it.

Seeing Xiaoqi's nervous look, Zhao Lang said with a smile,

"I'm hungry too, just to try it."

Xiaoqi opened the bamboo basket, revealing a few pieces of square, light yellow pastries, a bit like mung bean cakes.

Zhao Lang's history is mediocre, so I don't know if there are mung beans in Huaxia at this time.

He directly picked up a piece and put it in his mouth under Xiao Qi's expectant gaze.

Zhao Lang had already made up his mind, whether it was delicious or not, he would praise it.

Putting the pastry in his mouth, Zhao Lang's eyes lit up slightly, it was actually not bad, so he said,

"Well, it's soft in the mouth and has a hint of sweetness, which is very good."

Hearing the praise, Xiao Qi also relaxed, and said with a smile,

"Young master, eat more if you like."

Zhao Lang nodded, took another piece,

"Well, Xiaoqi, the taste of this pastry is a bit similar to the soil I have eaten before..."

Zhao Lang was stunned suddenly.

Suppressing his excitement, Zhao Lang said slowly,

"Xiaoqi, what do you use to make this pastry?"

Xiaoqi said in confusion,

"My family was afraid that I would starve, so I asked someone to bring it over. I don't know what it is made of."

At this time, Xiao Qi realized that something was wrong.

Quickly explained,

"Young master, don't worry, I have eaten these pastries, and there will be absolutely no problem."

Zhao Lang took a deep breath and said,

"Xiaoqi, where is your home?"

Xiaoqi didn't dare to hide it, and went back,

"Xiaoqi's home is not far from Zhuangzi."

"Okay, Xiao Qi, you and I will go."

Zhao Lang stood up abruptly, walked outside and said,

"Forbe, prepare a car for me!"

Seeing this, Xiao Qi and Xiao Jiu hurriedly followed.

Uncle Fu, who was in a hurry and dared to come, dissuaded him,

"My lord, it's getting late now, why do you have to go out?"

Although Daqin has been unified now, it is not safe at night.

"I have to go out today. The sooner you arrange it, Fubo, the sooner I can come back."

Zhao Lang said very firmly.

If this pastry is really made of potatoes, go later and it will all be made into pastries.

That's the end!

If you want to blame, blame the system, just give it to him.

Still beating around the bush!

Unable to stop Fu Bo, he immediately said loudly,

"Get the bullock cart ready for me!"

"Wangcai! Wangcai! Where did you die! Go and call Heifu and his brothers over!"

Soon, the whole Zhuangzi was busy.

Taking some time off, Fu Bo found another servant and said,

"Go and tell the Patriarch that the young master is going out!"

Now the only one in Zhuangzi who can stop Zhao Lang is the Patriarch.

Soon, Qin Shihuang received the news,

"Your Majesty, Young Master Lang is going out suddenly, and the sky is going to get dark."

Zhao Gao, who was guarding the door, came in to report.

Qin Shihuang just said lightly,

"It's just going out at night, there's nothing to worry about."

"If you don't even have the guts, how will you succeed in the future?"

"Yes. "

Zhao Gao immediately nodded and backed out.

When the room is empty.

Qin Shihuang frowned slightly, and suddenly said to the empty room,

"Go and follow with two people."

"Yes!"

There was a reply in the room.

At this time, Zhao Lang had already sat in the bullock cart.

Fu Bo got the news and knew that there was no way to stop it.

He just said harshly to a young man beside him,

"Wangcai, if my son loses a hair, you don't have to come back!"

Then he said to a few old men beside him who looked like old farmers,

"Brothers Heifu, the young master will entrust you."

The old man in the lead nodded and took the driver's seat.

The others got into another bullock cart.

Soon, this small ox caravan came out of Zhuangzi.

Along the way, everyone was urged by Zhao Lang except for Xiao Qi who was guiding the way.

It wasn't until the sun was about to set that Xiao Qi nervously pointed to a thatched hut scattered on the field and said,

"Young master, that's my home!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Lang jumped off the bullock cart without saying a word, and ran over there.

"Young master!"

The others quickly followed.

Zhao Lang had just arrived at the door of the thatched cottage when he heard a woman's yelling and cursing.

"It's useless for you to say that you are a farmer's descendant every day."

"My son is about to starve to death, and you are still guarding these broken things brought back by your senior brother."

"My old lady told you clearly today that if you don't give these to me today, I will hang myself now!"