Daqin: Stop pretending, your father, I am Qin Shihuang

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

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 farmhouse, which means nothing.

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

"Man? What is she doing with me?"

The beautiful face of Ying Yinman 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 at all.

After all, life is important.

"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 be honest, the things of the ancestors are many and good, but later people are a little bit unsatisfactory.

He still has to participate in this kind of collective activity, and being gregarious is also a very important means to win over people's hearts.

"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 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 tight every day."

At this time, Ji Wushuang pouted and said,

"Don't go!"

Zhao Lang did not 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, and Ying Yinman's excited voice came from outside the yard, and then looked at the porridge on the table.

For a time, my heart felt sour,

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

"Isn't it just bigger than me!"

It was just that the acid returned to the acid, and Ji Wushuang still started to read the letters honestly after the acid was over.

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

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

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

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

The gameplay is somewhat similar to kicking a shuttlecock.

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

"Guys, why don't we change the game, we set up two holes, and then 11 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, not to mention those complicated regulations.

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

"Young Master Lang, you still have a vague 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 it and run! Throw it in! Throw it!"

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

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