A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 1472
"Is it cold?" Lang Mo asked.

He raised his hand, tightened Jiang Qing's skirt, and pulled her into his arms. After the reunion banquet at noon, Lang Tu followed Qing Langlie back to Taoyuan first.

Here, Jiang Qing and Langmo finished everything before rushing back to Taoyuan.

During the reunion banquet, Lang Mo Jiangqing threw out Qingnan's vision for the next ten years, and poured down a huge map of Qingnan's territory from the top of Qinglou, on which was written Qingnan's vision and development for the next ten years.Among them, the promise to send some people back to Qingnan, one by one, completely ignited the enthusiasm of all Qingcheng residents.

Even in the harsh winter, it still can't stop the passion of everyone.

Compared with the hustle and bustle of Qingcheng, many people also yearn for the sunrise and sunset life in the countryside.

With Qingcheng as their backing, they don't have to worry about not having enough food or clothing.Therefore, when Lang Mo said that he could return to his hometown, many people shed tears.

"It's not cold." Jiang Qing shook her head slightly. Next year's plan must have been preliminarily produced. After the fifteenth day, Leiding will organize troops to escort those who are willing to return to their homeland back to Qingnan. The reason is circled.There, the largest tea plantation in Qingnan will be established, and Luanshitan is persuaded to go out independently.

The sky is full of snowflakes, covering the entire Xuelong Ridge into a snow world.

Jiang Qing leaned on Lang Mo's body, stretched out her hand, followed the icy snowflakes, and asked, "Mo, when shall we return to the Forest of Death?"

"Why do you suddenly want to go back to the Forest of Death?" Lang Mo asked.

"It's been more than nine years since I came to the Beast God Continent, and it's almost ten years. I want to go back to the Twin Lakes of the Forest of Death, where we first met..." Jiang Qing said softly.A little bit of tenderness could not help appearing on Qingli's face, recalling every bit of what happened when the two met for the first time in their minds.

Lang Mo was slightly stunned, with tenderness in his eyes, and replied: "After the year, we will set off. The development of Qingcheng is on track, and Arthur and Angela on the murloc side don't want us to interfere and let people stare at us." Well, the Swimming Gang and the Beamon Empire didn't resolve their dispute so quickly, we have a lot of time."

"Redding will go crazy when he hears you say that." Jiang Qing smiled.

Having said that, she was satisfied with Lang Mo's answer.Compared with the intriguing political circle, she prefers the pastoral life. To be honest, although the time of living in Taoyuan was very beautiful, the deepest part of her heart is still the time in the forest of death.Unrestrained, you can be happy to find an extra delicious food every day.That kind of pure life is the most nostalgic.

The sound of the wheels of the carriage disappeared little by little in the ice and snow.

When the two returned to Taoyuan, it was already dark.

however.

Taoyuan is full of noise and excitement, the altar square is brightly lit, and several large pots are placed in the center of the altar square.

The scent of food permeated the entire sky of Taoyuan. As soon as Jiang Qing and Langmo got off the carriage, they were embraced by the clansmen and walked into the altar square.

"The patriarch, Jiang Qing is back—"

"Sit down quickly, the food is ready, and we will wait for you to come back to start the feast."

With laughter and laughter, the clansmen hugged the two of them up the steps of the altar and took their seats.

Lang Mo and Jiang Qing didn't shirk, took the wine glass on the table and got up, "...not much gossip, the future of the Zhufeng Tribe will get better and better, and Qingcheng will prosper. I wish all the clansmen all wishes come true and life will be better ..."

Xu Shi was too happy, it was rare for Lang Mo not to be serious.The words did not match the words, but at this moment, no one paid attention to these things, and everyone raised their glasses to drink with Lang Mo.

Wine barrels were placed everywhere in the altar square, and everyone was staring at Lang Mo and Jiang Qing on the steps eager to try.They made it clear that they would never give up until they got drunk, and they couldn't beat Lang Mo, so they didn't believe that they couldn't even drink Lang Mo.No, apart from some elders of the tribe sitting on the sidelines to watch the show, the younger generation even the little ones like Kong Kong were all excited, thinking of getting their clan elders drunk.

Jiang Qing's head was full of black lines, and she couldn't say a word of rejection at all.

You have to drink if you don't drink.

Fortunately, the clansmen are still more or less concerned about her identity.When pouring wine, Lang Mo is the leader, and she is the assistant.

Rao is so, after drinking ten rounds.

Jiang Qing suddenly felt dizzy and light-headed.He staggered and almost fell down. The wolf Moyan beside him hurriedly fished him back. He was about to find an excuse to get away, but Qing Hecao stepped forward and sent Jiang Qing back with his arms.From the beginning to the end, there was no room left for Lang Mo to speak.The corner of Lang Mo's mouth twitched fiercely. It seems that these people will not give up until they get him drunk tonight!

"I bet the patriarch can get at least twenty people drunk."

"I bet fifty, twenty you underestimate the patriarch's ability."

"One hundred, don't forget that the patriarch's bloodline has evolved again, and the strength will definitely be improved to a higher level."

……

If Jiang Qing was still sober, she would definitely not be able to help complaining.

What does drinking have to do with strength?
However, look at Lang Mo's calm expression.Is drinking really related to strength?

Pfft!
From time to time, there will be a sound of falling to the ground in the altar square.The people watching the play spontaneously stepped forward and carried away the drunk and unconscious person in their own family to make room for others.

"Lang Lie, is it okay to drink like this?" Qing worried.

Lang Lie shook his head with a smile, and said, "It's okay, you didn't see Leiding Langpo and they didn't come forward. If Langmo gets drunk, someone will sweep the tail, so it won't delay the matter."

Qing Wenyan stared at her partner with black lines all over her head, and said angrily: "Lang Lie, you don't intend to see your son make a fool of yourself, do you?"

Lang Mo was mature and sensible when he was young, and Lang Lie's fatherly heart fell on Lang Mo, and everything was in vain, and he was often so angry that he choked speechlessly.Fortunately, the birth of Lang Rui greatly satisfied Lang Lie's fatherly heart.Now, after finally finding an opportunity to watch Lang Mo make a fool of himself, Lang Lie inevitably booed.If it wasn't for his inability to wipe his face off, he would have been like stepping forward to pour a few bowls of soju into Langmo.

"Aunt Qing, don't worry. Qingcheng's affairs are handled properly. Even if the patriarch is really drunk, Langbo and I will watch over him." Lei Ding smirked. , even if it takes a few more years, it is worth it.The elders who gathered around all had the same thoughts to cheer up those drinkers.

The corner of Lang Mo's mouth twitched, and he swept across the gathered clansmen.

Each of these people is really enough!

While drinking, he followed the mental method taught by Ao Qing.Soon, the strong wine that was in his mouth was digested, turning into alcohol and overflowing from his skin.No one knew about this. Seeing Lang Mo's face getting more and more red, everyone felt that the next bowl would definitely be able to overwhelm Lang Mo...

It's a pity that this next bowl didn't get Lang Mo drunk until late at night.

On the contrary, those who came forward to drink, even the young ones like Kong Lang Rui were drunk and went crazy, and Lang Mo still sat on it as motionless as a mountain.

(End of this chapter)