Through Time Chapter 75

“Well, where are the Seven girls?”

Zhao Lang said without raising his head.

Usually it was Xiao Qi and the girls who did all these things.

These days, this Ji Wushuang didn’t know what was going on, she always liked to hang around him.

On the contrary, Zhao Lang was somewhat used to it, so when he saw Ji Wushuang bringing him the porridge, he didn’t care.

“Xiao Qi and the girls have learnt a few new poses and have gone to practice.”

Ji Wushuang’s voice was slightly hoarse as she spoke.

“Then put the porridge down first, I’ll drink it later.”

Zhao Lang said casually.

Ji Wushuang gritted her teeth and continued to say that

“Chief, it’s better to drink the porridge first, it won’t taste good if it gets cold.”

Zhao Lang hesitated, put down the matter in his hand and said that

“It’s better.”

Picking up the porridge, he was ready to drink it.

After a hard day’s work, a bowl of hot porridge would be good for the body at this time.

Ji Wushuang watched Zhao Lang put the congee to his mouth, and his heart lifted all of a sudden.

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

When Zhao Lang saw the other party’s strange appearance, he stopped and asked, somewhat puzzled

“Are you alright? Why is your face all red all of a sudden?”

Ji Wushuang let out a startled ah and said that

“I… I’m fine, you… You should drink the congee first.”

Zhao Lang dryly put the porridge down and said that

“Just say something if you have something, what’s the point of dawdling?”

“Is there too much going on these days?”

Zhao Lang was rushing in order to see results as soon as possible.

And Tian Lao and the others were all focused on taking care of the potatoes, so it was all Ji Wushuang who passed the news in the middle.

It was still quite a lot of work too.

Ji Wushuang looked at Zhao Lang as he put down the porridge, and was suddenly a little anxious in his heart.

“Ai… You, I… Yes, just a bit tired.”

Zhao Lang nodded and said that

“Then if you can, you recruit some farming disciples to come to the farm and share your stress.”

“Don’t worry about the money, this stately home, I’ll build another one then too…”

He had long wanted to build another base.

Although this manor was a high walled compound, there were no dangerous points to defend on all sides.

Once it was surrounded, it would be dead ground.

He had already looked at the place, and to the south of the village, some ten miles away, there was a hillside.

It was not large, but it would suffice as a small base for a farming family.

“Well, what do you think?”

Zhao Lang asked after he had spoken slowly about his intentions.

Ji Wushuang’s fingers were all twisted together, her eyes only seeing the bowl of porridge that Zhao Lang had placed on the table.

It was only when she heard the question that she awoke to

“Very well… Very good!”

Zhao Lang looked at Ji Wushuang slightly strangely, this woman was usually the most concerned about the development of the farming family.

Today, after saying so much herself, this was her reaction.

Zhao Lang asked again.

“Is it that you think the money is less? How about giving you five taels of gold every month from now on?”

Giving Ji Wushuang money was something Zhao Long was more than willing to do.

Because this woman, no matter how much money she got in her hand, she would distribute it to the peasant clansmen below.

Giving her money was giving money to the farming family, and he was the head of the farming family, which was the same as earning money for nothing.

“No… I… Chief, you’d better drink your porridge first.”

Ji Wushuang stammered.

Zhao Lang instantly narrowed his eyes slightly and followed the other party’s gaze to look at the congee on the table.

Could it be that…

Zhao Lang was just about to ask something when Wang Cai’s voice came from outside the house.

“Sir, Miss Man wants to see you about something.”

“Man? What does she want from me?”

Zhao Lang’s beautiful face of Win Yin Man came to his mind, this girl was always looking for him even after that day.

It was just that he was so preoccupied with the chaos in the world three years later that he didn’t have time to care about her.

After all, it was important to save his life.

“Miss Man said it was Gongzi Gao and the others who were playing cuju together and wanted to invite you to join them.”

Wangcai returned.

Zhao Long’s mind was instantly clear, so it was a game of football.

This activity really wasn’t something he brought over.

The sport had been played during the Warring States period in China.

To be honest, the old ancestors had a lot of good stuff, but the later people were a bit indisputable.

He still has to take part in such collective activities, fitting in and being a very important means of enlisting people.

“OK, I’ll be there.”

Zhao Lang stood up, but Ji Wushuang was anxious at this time and said

“Congee… Congee.”

Zhao Lang shook his head to that

“This porridge is too hot now, it burns my mouth, I’ll drink it when I get back.”

“Do you want to come along for the ride? It’s not good to be tense every day.”

Ji Wushuang at this time but her small mouth beamed and she said.

“No way!”

Zhao Lang didn’t force the issue and directly said that

“That’s fine, take a look at these reported letters, and if they’re reasonable, just agree to them all.”

After saying that, he followed Wang Cai and left.

Ji Wushuang looked at Zhao Lang’s back as he left, and outside the courtyard there was still the sound of Win Yin Man’s excited voice, and then he looked at the porridge on the table.

For a moment, her heart felt sour and

“Stinky man! Can’t walk when you see a woman!”

“Isn’t he just a bit older than me!”

Only sour is sour, after that Ji Wushuang still honestly began to read the epistle.

Soon, she found the letters from Chen Sheng and Wu Guang, and Ji Wushuang muttered at once.

“Don’t you think highly of these two people? I’ll just transfer them straight to the Zhuang!”

Zhao Lang was playing cuju with Gong Zi Gao and the others at this moment.

The cuju of the Great Qin were hollow ceramic balls, or hairy balls made of fur.

The game is somewhat similar to playing shuttlecock, mainly to see who has the best technique, and then it is passed around between several people.

Not to mention that Gongzi Gao’s men had quite a few tricks up their sleeves.

“Gentlemen, why don’t we change the way we play, let’s put up two doorways and then each of the eleven people will stand on one side and kick this ball into the other’s doorway.”

“We’ll count it as a win.”

Zhao Lang told the approximate way of playing in the latter days.

Of course, there were no words about the complicated rules.

After hearing this, Gong Zi Gao’s eyes lit up and he said that

“Gongzi Lang, this play of yours also has a hidden way of the art of war!”

When cuju first began, it was used to select soldiers for practice, and Zhao Long smiled and said that

“Let’s try it out first and see how it works.”

And so began the first chaotic cuju tournament.

“What the f*ck are you kicking me for?”

“Kam! Pass the ball! You can’t kick you can’t use your hands!”

“Hold and run! Throw it in! Throw it in!”

“Ah! The ball is in! The ball is in!”

Zhao Lang on the sidelines felt a slight sense of relief as he watched the chaotic yet familiar situation on the field.

Here Zhao Long still had some selfishness, he just couldn’t believe it.

If Laozi started practising 2,000 years earlier, could the latter still suck like that?

Time always flies in games, and when Zhao Long returned to his room, it was almost dark.

As soon as he entered, he saw Ji Wushuang, still looking at the letter.

“You’ve been reading it all afternoon?”

Zhao Lang said with some surprise, this person was too real.

Ji Wushuang pouted aggressively and was about to say something.

Then he saw Zhao Lang pick up the table, the congee that had already cooled, and drained it in one go, saying

“You hurry up and go rest, I’ll do it.”

Ji Wushuang stammered a little and said.

“Are you… How do you feel?”

Zhao Lang wiped his mouth and casually said that

“Feeling pretty… ”

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes closed and he collapsed limply.

Luckily, Ji Wushuang was quick with her eyes and hands, and directly picked Zhao Lang up horizontally.

Looking at Zhao Lang in his arms, he then looked at the bed.

Ji Wushuang bit her good-looking lips and muttered to herself that

“It has come to this…”