Lin Gao Qiming

Chapter 1326 Visiting Fangcaodi - Ball Game
The stadium in Fangcaodi is the second largest stadium in Lingao - second only to the stadium built by the Senate for military parades.But the facilities are much simpler.There is no magnificent rostrum, and no decent stands: the rostrum and stands are simple buildings with iron frames and wooden boards.When encountering large-scale sports events in the school, students have to bring their own benches to the stadium.

The utilization rate of Fangcaodi's stadium is very high. The physical education classes of the [-] internal affairs classes are full. There are eight classes in the morning and evening.There is a lack of artificial lighting after school, so such games can only be scheduled after the spring when the days get longer.

The rugby game introduced by the Senate is English rugby, which is relatively less confrontational and does not require complicated protective gear. A simple rattan helmet and cotton knee pads can also make do.

The rugby game is highly confrontational, has a tense rhythm, is quite enjoyable to watch, has a strong team spirit, and is more complicated in tactical arrangements. A very suitable sport.Therefore, the competition has been promoted and popularized since Yanchang Village.Over the past few years, a crude competition system has gradually formed among the naturalized people in Lingao.Various factories, farms, and troops have amateur teams. Fangcaodi Academy not only has its own representative team, but also has school leagues for different age groups within the academy.

The match was at one o'clock in the afternoon, and Huang Tikun was going to watch the match. Except for Liu Dalin who had to take a break in the afternoon, everyone else in the visiting group expressed their desire to go with them when they heard that there was an Australian ball game to watch—it was definitely better than on campus It's much more interesting to listen to lessons that you don't understand at all.

The local gentry are willing to come and observe, and Dong Yizhi is very welcome. For this kind of thing that can spread influence, the more the better.

At this moment, the spectators have already sat in the stands beside the stadium—students are not organized to watch the game, and the pressure of study is heavy, so only one-third of the stands in the arena are occupied, and some stragglers are sparsely distributed around the arena .

Because it is not a formal competition, there is no special VIP seat, and of course no one is in charge of reception.It was only under the personal intervention of Dong Yuanlao that the visiting group was led to the row of stands closest to the venue.

A group of gentry and literati in long gowns and hair buns sat on the stands, in the eyes of Dong Yuanlao, there was a strong sense of discomfort.

Sure enough, the long gown and bun don't go well with the Senate.He muttered secretly.

Just when his divergent thoughts reached the shaving order, a student ran over to report that the game was ready, just waiting for him to announce the start.

Dong Yizhi is not only the host of the game, but also the referee. In fact, he is also the coach of the two teams-because no one among the veterans has really played rugby, let alone the English style.You can only read the book and become a coach.Dong Yuanlao, who can only play a few kicks of football, barely made it to the battle with the help of books and a small amount of video materials.

After the first kick-off, the scholars of Molixuan sat in the stands and stared blankly at the field—although they couldn't understand the changes on the field, they probably understood at that time that two groups were fighting for a ball, and then rushed towards the goal with all their might. Kick.This kind of rough "ball game" left the scholars dumbfounded.Some of them have read extensively, or have been to big places like Guangzhou, so they naturally associate this kind of ball game with Cuju.

Although Cuju was the most prosperous in the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was also very popular among the common people in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Cuju had been reduced to a performative "play" or an activity for self-entertainment, and lost the pre-Song Dynasty. The content and even the reputation are not very good-the professional Cuju organization "Yuanshe" is the role of the market's helpers, mostly serving wealthy families and high-end brothels.

Children from good families like Huang Bingkun from a "farming and studying family" don't even watch activities like Cuju, and completely regard it as a kind of low-class stuff.

Australians also play cuju, and their first reaction is that Australians call themselves "Miao descendants of the Song Dynasty" and they have some roots. Otherwise, why would they want to hold this kind of ball games in schools?Presumably this is also the legacy of Emperor Daojun.

However, as the game progressed, the members of the visiting group soon realized that this "Australian Cuju" had nothing to do with the Cuju they had seen. Cooperating with each other, the momentum of desperately dribbling the ball for a touchdown is a bit like arranging troops.

Although we already know that the Kun bandits will "rebel" sooner or later, but seeing a group of teenage children playing Cuju on the field with a strong fighting spirit, the members of the visiting group still feel a burst of worry from the bottom of their hearts—— Most of them are not worried about Daming: the Ming court is a little far away from them, and they don’t have a high sense of presence—it’s because these Australians have carefully cultivated young students, and their temperament is already incompatible with them. If you become an official of the new dynasty and become a "scholar-bureaucrat", how will you deal with yourself?Can they still be regarded as "scholars" of the new dynasty?
Thinking of this, several scholars already felt a little restless. "Learning literary and martial arts can be bought in the emperor's house", this is the ultimate goal of scholars since ancient times.Now that the new "emperor's family" who is about to set up another flag doesn't seem to care about his "literary and martial arts" at all, isn't this book just a waste of time? !Those who are active in their minds and greedy for wealth and honor have long been secretly wondering which books to start reading this Australian knowledge?

Huang Bingkun was concentrating on watching the race on the field——he gradually saw the way, at first he only thought it was a brute force play, it was just to see who ran fast and had more strength, but gradually he I found that there is quite a mystery in the formation of troops.What's even more rare is that the cooperation of each team's players when grabbing and delivering the ball is exquisite, running back and forth, and flanking.Coordinating... everything is done smoothly and in one go-this is a first-class elite soldier if we start a war. Thinking of the neat formation of running and doing exercises, Huang Bingkun suddenly wondered: Could it be that the bandits rule the country with military law?
Suddenly he felt someone pat him, and turned his head to see that it was Wang Jiaoyu. Mr. Wang's face contorted due to shame and anger.He whispered: "It's really a downturn in the world! Destroying people's hearts!"

Huang Bingkun was inexplicable, followed his gaze, and saw more than 20 female students in a stand, also divided into two teams, each holding red and blue silk flowers, there with the rhythm of the field singing and dancing.The skirts that originally only covered the knees flipped up from time to time as they danced, revealing a little bit of wheat-colored thighs above the knee socks.

Driven by them, the students watching the battle from the sidelines either yelled or cheered, which was very lively.It makes the corner of the tour map for watching the battle here look particularly deserted.

Huang Bingkun has no interest in the absolute field of female students - he thinks it doesn't matter, the important thing is that the gangsters are sparing no effort to make the Great Ming pills, if this continues, not only the Ming Dynasty will be destroyed, but even the eternal unification of China may also perish in this group Fake Song's hands!

Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Ci was about to say a few more words, when suddenly the chant sounded on the court, and a team announced a substitution.

It was none other than Huang Ping who played.It was the first time for Huang Bingkun to see his servants wearing such shorts and shorts—in the Huangjiazhai, a servant like Huang Ping who was running and serving in the mansion would never be allowed to wear clothes that demeaned the gentlemen with their legs and arms exposed. of.

I saw that my servant Huang Ping wore a short jacket with a big "big food number" on the back of the chest, wearing rattan sunflower on his head, and thick belts wrapped around his joints.Huang Bingkun suddenly found that the thin boy next to him had grown taller and stronger. His bare arms and thighs were full of strong muscles, and he was running and shouting on the field.

Not long after playing, Huang Ping cooperated in an attack. Although he didn't score a touchdown, Huang Bingkun was impressed by the strength and agility he displayed in the attack—how did he never realize that this boy had such a big ball? ability?You must know that all the servants of the Huang family have to practice martial arts. Huang Ping is notoriously "useless", and he can't even learn the very simple Taizu Changquan.

"Australians really have the ability to turn stones into gold." Huang Bingkun, who was feeling emotional, suddenly heard Liu Dalin's voice.

"Shan Zhang, you—"

"Wake up, I heard that you are all watching the battle here, so I'll join in the fun." Liu Dalin said.

"It's very sunny here, we'd better watch the battle under the tent." Huang Bingkun hurriedly helped Liu Dalin to the side under the awning.Liu Dalin seemed to be quite interested in this dynamic sport, watching the games on the court from time to time and laughing.Huang Bingkun had no desire to watch it anymore.Suddenly, a burst of loud cheers pulled Huang Bingkun out of his daze. Huang Ping, in red, was running fast on the field with his hands raised high. The happiness on his face was something Huang Bingkun had never seen before.While he was in a daze, Liu Dalin told him:
"It's a score."

"The head of the mountain?!" Huang Bingkun was very surprised.The head of the mountain has limited mobility and rarely goes out, so he knows so clearly about the Kun thief!

"My housekeeper's grandson is studying here. He also likes the football game, and I know a thing or two."

Just as Huang Bingkun was about to say something, Huang Ping broke free from his back and wanted to grab him with excitement on his face. He hugged his teammates and ran to the stand of his classmates. A girl inside also stretched out her hands and jumped out, hugging him tightly hug together.This action immediately made Huang Bingkun dumbfounded, his mind went blank, and he felt something collapsed in his chest.The sun shone brightly on the entire field, but there was a long shadow where he stood.

　Sorry for stopping for so many days.During the Chinese New Year, people become lazy.But still have to try again.

　　In this new year, I officially entered the pit of AKB, hahahaha.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)