A leisurely life in ancient times

Chapter 329 In the blink of an eye, the past 98 years

In this room, Lang Mo is supporting Granny Qian, and Mocha beside him is supporting her.

Ya carried a rattan basket, and a group of five walked into the courtyard.

At the same time, he raised his nostrils and glanced at the kitchen. The elegant fragrance of lotus mixed with the burnt aroma of chicken could not be coming from there.

"It smells so good!" Qian Granny laughed.

Momo nodded and said, "I don't know what delicious food this Jiang Qing has cooked up, it's a blessing!"

Hearing this, Lang Mo's handsome and cold face was frighteningly dark.

He only picked a dozen lotus leaves in total, and Jiang Qing definitely wouldn't use all of them.After scanning around the dozen or so people in the courtyard, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.With so many people here, how much can Jiang Qing eat?

Protecting the food and protecting Jiang Qing, he immediately wanted to send Granny Qian and the others back to the medicine garden.

"Lang Mo, why are you dragging me away?" Grandma Qian stepped forward, but suddenly found that her body was being pulled by a strong force, and she couldn't move no matter what.

Immediately, he turned around and scolded Lang Mo.

Lang Mo glanced at Granny Qian, and said coldly: "Mocha, send Granny Qian and Momo back to the medicine garden. Jiang Qing is not in a hurry, and it will be the same when she comes later."

Looking at Lang Mo's high-sounding words, which one of the people present is an idiot?

Immediately understood Lang Mo's thoughts, he felt black lines all over his head.

Have you seen shameless ones, but have you never seen such shameless ones?

If it weren't for Lang Mo's dark and terrifying cold face, Ya really wanted to say something, could you be more shameless?This blatant gesture of chasing people away does not take a breather.

Granny Qian poked Lang Mo's waist and cursed, "I don't know what you're thinking, kid? I'm staying here today, and I don't believe that Jiang Qing can drive me away..."

After finishing speaking, he threw off Lang Mo's arm angrily and walked towards the house.

Ya helped Momo, and hurriedly followed.

The corners of Mocha's mouth tightened, staring at Lang Mohei's Shen Hanjun's face, showing killing intent coldly.

The patriarch's jealousy is too domineering?For Jiang Qing's sake, even Grandma Qian and Momo would not hesitate to offend her, what an excuse she could find!
Mocha lowered his head and didn't speak, his slightly slanted eyes seemed to be thinking about something.

"Cut!" Lang Mo snorted coldly, and stepped into the room.

Jiang Qing's delicacies can't be cheap for others.

As soon as she stepped into the living room, she heard Granny Qian holding Jiang Qing's hand and complaining, saying, "Jiang Qing, you have to teach that boy Langmo a lesson, he wants Mocha to marry me before we even enter the door?" Throw it back to the medicine garden, tell me, what does this look like? The bigger it is, the less cute it is..."

Lang Mo's cheek twitched, and his aura burst into full bloom in an instant.

The living room, which was as warm as spring, suddenly felt like the twelfth lunar month of winter. Gabriel and his cowards ran to the kitchen in a panic.He didn't even have the guts to look up at Lang Mo, crying in his heart, the patriarch's momentum became stronger and more terrifying.

Granny Qian was taken aback, and met Lang Mo's deep and introverted, bottomless eyes.

He felt a chill in the back of his neck, and quickly swallowed the words of criticism in his mouth, this brat is really talented, he can't even make a joke.How can you be cute when you were a child?
"Mo, I'm thirsty!" Jiang Qing hurriedly said, smiling softly at Lang Mo.

Lang Mo nodded slightly, pursed his lips, and said warmly: "Sit down, I'll pour water."

As soon as Lang Mo left, everyone in the room dared to breathe. They looked at each other and saw the panic in each other's eyes clearly, and then laughed again.The stronger Lang Mo is, the more powerful the tribe is, but he dare not continue to attack the gossip, for fear of causing fire.

The afternoon sun is warm and the hot wind is long.

"Grandma Qian, come here just in time. I'm preparing to make lotus leaf chicken, and I can start eating it in half an hour." Jiang Qing hurriedly changed the subject. Granny Qian and Momo were outraged.

Grandma Qian took the opportunity and said with a smile: "Then we are lucky!"

I thought to myself, eat more later.Otherwise, how could he be worthy of Lang Mo's words and shock just now?If Lang Mo knew, his actions would not only scare Granny Qian and the others away, but also arouse their thoughts, what should I do?
Momo looked at the sun curtain spread out in the courtyard, looked at the rice spread on it, and asked curiously: "Jiang Qing, the thing that is dried on the sun curtain is rice? Is this thing really similar to wheat?" After Lang Mo returned to Taoyuan, the word spread.

In the morning, the leisurely clansmen came to watch one after another.First, I want to see what the rice is, and second, I want to get to know the rice, in case I encounter it when I go out, but I don’t know it.

Jiang Qing smiled with her lips curled up, nodded, and looked at the golden rice in the courtyard following Memo's gaze, turned her eyes, looked at the clear blue sky, and said with a smile: "This is rice, and the way to eat it is different from wheat , I am more used to eating rice than pasta.”

Born in the South, grew up in the South.

Rice is eaten three times a day, and it has already penetrated into the soul.

Just like northerners like to eat pasta, it's just a personal taste!
"Why?" She has tasted all the five flavors in her heart, bread and noodles.The taste was excellent, and if it wasn't for the fact that there was not much wheat hoarded by the tribe, she would have eaten every meal.

Compared with greasy barbecue, the soft texture of noodles is more suitable for elderly people like them.It is good for digestion and more comfortable to eat.

"In my tribe, due to the different climates, the crops grown in the north and the south are different, and the food we eat every day is very different. The south likes to eat rice, while the north likes to eat pasta. I was born in the south and grew up in the south. So the taste is more I prefer rice, and pasta is like a dessert after a meal, so taste it occasionally." Jiang Qing explained softly.

Lang Mo held the water, handed it to Jiang Qing, and said warmly: "The tribe will expand the area to plant rice in the future, so that you can eat rice every meal."

Hearing this, Jiang Qing smiled warmly.Taking the pottery bowl from Lang Mo's hand, he drank the water quietly.

Seeing the tenderness of the two, Granny Qian and Momo looked at each other, held their breath, and pretended not to see anything.There was a flash of sorrow on the face, and there was an indelible sadness in each other's eyes. After so many years, is that person dead or alive?

It's really cruel, it will take decades to leave.

There is no way of knowing whether he is alive or dead.

In terms of cruelty, no one can compare to him.

"Are you still thinking about him?" Granny Qian said hoarsely, staring at her with clear eyes.

Momo sneered, glanced at Granny Qian, and said sarcastically, "As early as when he pushed me off the cliff, I died of that heart..."

"If you really lost your heart, why haven't you gotten married for decades?" Qian Granny said sadly.The wrinkled face was dyed with a deep sense of sadness.

Memo froze, and mocked: "I carry the Baishui tribe on my back, it doesn't matter if I get married or not... But you, after decades, you still haven't got married? Back then, Qian, who was known as the number one beauty in the forest of death, wasted Who is it for all my life?"

In an instant, the living room was completely silent, and no one dared to break the tranquility.

Granny Qian took a deep breath, looked up at Lang Mo, and said calmly: "Lang Mo, if you can remember to find someone for me, let me know whether he is alive or dead, 98 years have passed in the blink of an eye..."

In the tone, the heavy sorrow, just listening to it makes people cry.

(End of this chapter)