The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty

Before dawn, Wu Yilang got up and woke up his son.

Wu Xiaolang hugged the quilt tightly, feeling very sleepy, "Daddy, I don't want to get up..."

Wu Yilang also yawned, "Get up, do you still want to watch the Cuju game? If you are late, you can only climb on the tree to watch it."

When Wu Xiaolang heard this, he immediately lifted his spirits, turned over and got up from the warm bed, "Hurry up, let's go quickly!"

Xiaolang his mother got up in a daze, "Let's go after breakfast, I will do it now."

"What else is there for breakfast? Let's buy some food at Kaibao Temple." Wu Yilang said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaolang put on his clothes three or five times, "Daddy, let's hurry up, I want to sit in front."

"Okay, son, I'll drive the mule." Wu Yilang drove the mule out, carried his son up there, and then rode the mule to Kaibao Temple.

At this time, the sky was still light, and when we arrived outside Kaibao Temple, the temple had not opened yet, but there was already a line outside. Seeing that there are not too many people, Wu Yilang felt a little anxious, "Son, go to the queue, and Dad will send the mule first."

Wu Xiaolang nodded and ran wildly.

Wu Yilang placed the mule at the store he was acquainted with, and then went to the team and found Wu Xiaolang and stood there. After so much effort, there were already a lot of people behind them.

Wu Yilang was fortunate in his heart, but fortunately they had to split up.

A scent came, and the hawker pushed the trolley and sold along the line, "Youtiao, the prime minister's fritters are freshly fried, fragrant and crispy——"

The stomachs of Wu Yilang and Wu Xiaolang made a "gul" sound at the same time, and Wu Yilang shouted: "Bring me three!"

Voices sounded one after another nearby.

"I will also have two."

"I want one."

...

The hawker smiled and passed the fried dough sticks one by one to collect the money. Since the start of the trials, his business has improved a lot.

Of course, there are also indifferent, either they have already eaten, or they are waiting for other breakfast.

Wu Yilang nibbled the fritters and heard someone discussing today's game.

"I see, this time the Xiejie team will definitely win." A middle-aged man rubbed his hands and said, "As for Captain Yang Zong, I used to be in Xiejie. I saw him and he played on the street. You can kick wherever you say, God!"

"Hey, what is this? I have eaten with him! It's just that he hasn't been out of the stall recently, replaced by his brother, I heard that he is practicing hard at home every day."

"Actually, I don't think it is necessarily. The Shenfeng team is also very powerful. Do you remember the last time at Daxiangguo Temple? Who was it against? Anyway, that's the god! The first kick, I haven't Counting to ten, I scored a goal! I didn't even see what was going on."

Wu Yilang hasn't spoken yet, Wu Xiaolang has already eaten fried dough sticks and vaguely shouted: "Xiejie team, Xiejie team is the best!"

Everyone looked at the kid and laughed, "You little baby, you also support the Xiejie team."

Wu Xiaolang nodded vigorously, "Of course!"

Anyway, when I was queuing up, I was also idle. Everyone was discussing enthusiastically, and Wu Yilang also joined it.

At this time, a young man wearing a cyan coat, a hat, earmuffs, masks and gloves tightly covered came to them, "Hello, excuse me, I'm a reporter from the Tokyo Daily, can I ask you questions? A few questions?"

The scene was silent for a moment, and then broke out.

"It's a reporter from the Tokyo Daily—"

"Oh my God, are we going to the newspaper?"

"Ask, please, can you write our names?"

...

"Please calm down." The reporter was obviously used to this scene. First, he took out his work permit from his arms and showed it to everyone clearly, his name was written on it: Cai Wei.

——I heard that some time ago, the Kaifeng government arrested several rogues who pretended to eat and drink by pretending to be reporters. Since then, the "Tokyo Daily" has stipulated that you must carry your work permit with you and show it before the interview, regardless of whether the interviewee has it or not. Ask to see.

This method of identification of work permits has also been published in newspapers.

After showing his work permit, Cai Wei took out his pen, ink and paper from his pocket, and began to ask questions and narrate, at the same time feeling a little sad.

Alas, the chances of Hanlin Academy and Yushitai being talented are too high. Many of his colleagues don't need to bring pen and paper when going out for interviews, just remember.

"You all came to watch the game? When did you line up?"

"Where is the furthest one living? What time do you get up?"

"Which team do you like? Are there any players you like?"

Cai Wei asked once and wrote down some more meaningful answers. At this time, there were already a lot of people around, all staring with breathlessness, watching Cai Wei asking questions, or marveling at the speed of his writing.

Finally, Cai Wei asked their names again, and this behavior immediately caused a commotion.

Wu Yilang said excitedly: "Will we be in the Tokyo Daily?"

Cai Wei smiled and said: "I might as well, if our editor passes my manuscript, then you will be able to see your name in the next issue of the newspaper."

The previous case was obviously ignored, and everyone cheered.

Wu Xiaolang also dragged A-daddy excitedly, fantasizing that his name would appear in the report. One of his classmates was in the school once and accepted an interview on behalf of everyone, and now he walks with his chin raised high.

——

Yun Yan held a bag of fruit back in his hand, and looked around on tiptoe—too many people came today. He and Zhao Yunchu came together. They just went to buy some snacks for watching the game. The crowd was overwhelmed and Zhao Yunchu was nowhere to be found.

Today’s game is a match between two popular Cuju teams. One is a private Cuju team in a certain clan’s house, and the other is a folk grassroots Cuju team. The players turned out to be a group of hawkers, so the team’s name is also Very rudely called the "Xiejie Team".

Since many games have been played, both have supporters. However, there are obviously more supporters of the latter, just look at the scene today-most people are holding the Xiejie team support.

Flags with slogans, bandages, etc., are sold in the surrounding area...

After all, Xiejie members are civilians, and the people in Bianjing, especially those in Xiejie, have a sense of identity. Seeing the Xiejie team come down step by step, it is now the last few decisive matches, which makes them very happy and more excited.

"Master Yun?" Someone patted Yun Yanhui on the shoulder in the crowd.

Yun Yan turned around and saw that it was a reporter from the Tokyo Daily, "Xiao Cai, are you the only one to interview?"

Cai Wei said shyly: "There are two other colleagues. We are in charge of different parts. They are interviewing the Cuju team. I am interviewing the audience. Are you waiting here?"

"I waited for Zhao Yunchu, and got separated with him." Yun Yan replied helplessly.

"There are indeed too many people here today." Cai Wei had a lingering fear when he thought that he almost dropped his shoes.

Yun Yan looked back at his expression and the baggage filled with manuscript papers, and said: "You should be tired? It's good to be busy with the trials. The normal schedule of the league is not so tight."

"Although tired, but also very happy." Cai Wei thought, before the start of the trial, the part where he was was not very concerned. But after the start of the trials, the attention has increased.

I don't know why, for a moment, it seems that everyone is paying attention to the Cuju League! Several Cuju teams became famous overnight, especially those grassroots teams, among them were folk artists, vendors and pawns.

But overnight, they went from being innocent, they turned into big celebrities in Bianjing, sought after by countless people.

Cai Wei witnessed this with his own eyes, which made him very emotional.

Because running Cuju matches, he often gets in touch with the members of the various Cuju teams, so Cai Wei has a lot of relatives and friends in his family. Those who didn’t contact him before suddenly found him, hoping to help confess a confession, give a gift, or ask for a gift. Balls used by favorite players...

Not to mention, because the event is well written, some readers wrote to the editorial department to praise it.

Yun Yan looked back at Cai Wei with a smile, and all of this seemed to be what he had experienced. Whether it is hardships or happiness, all kinds of tastes are mixed, but also bring him precious life experience, and will benefit infinitely in the years to come.

Cai Wei said embarrassedly: "I have to interview the vendors around me, I'm lost."

"Go." Yun Yan said goodbye to him back, looked around, climbed onto a stone that tied the horse, and looked over. It was really crowded and could not see clearly, so he shouted Zhao Yunchu's name.

Zhao Yunchu jumped up in the crowd, "Brother Yan, here I am!"

Had it not been for Xin Qiji's birth, Zhao Yunchu would have quoted his "suddenly looking back" sentence to describe his feelings.

Zhao Yunchu was also looking for Yun Yan back. With his strength, he had been crowded out of his original position by the crowd, which was really terrifying.

Yun Yan jumped down again, Zhao Yunchu also squeezed to Shuan Ma Shi's side and reconciled with Yun Yan. It was obviously a cold day, and there was sweat on his face.

The two went to the gate of the temple together, showed their identification, and then Fang was released.

When a certain number of people are accommodated, the Kaibao Temple will be closed. Even so, there are still so many people outside. Fortunately, he can climb to the tree and watch the game from a distance. If there is no tree to climb, you can only sit on the ground and listen to the sound.

In order to hold the competition, these temples used as venues, but a piece of land was specially repaired, and the audience seats were set up as Yun Yanhui said, stepped, so that it is convenient to watch.

The auditorium is already full. It's completely free. Those who arrive first can come first, so there are always diehard fans queuing up outside before dawn.

When Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yun first arrived, the players just entered the field, and the audience was full of screams and applause, which was deafening.

This also triggered a chain reaction. People outside also shouted, applauding the Cuju team they like from afar, even if they can't see it, let them understand their support.

The Cuju players on the field waved to greet from time to time, and they were also accustomed from the beginning to the present. Such a big battle is all directed at myself, even if there are some Cuju artists, I have never seen it.

Fighting all the way, even the grassroots of the Xiejie team, the psychological quality is very different from the past.

Zhao Yunchu saw this scene and said with emotion: "There are more people at a time than at a time. The last time I went to the street, the whole street was discussing Cuju League."

This is really sweeping the city. Everyone is discussing the game, and they all recite the names of their favorite Cuju team members. As the "Tokyo Daily" interviewed some popular Cuju teams, their personal information was also treasured by fans.

"This shows that we were successful." Yun Yan said back.

Zhao Yunchu: "Well, I'm thinking, what will happen to those who have lost in the future? After they have experienced all this."

Those who win will be able to become professional Cuju players in the future, and those who lose will have two worlds within one step.

"You reminded me," Yun Yan said calmly, "In a few months, you can ask the Tokyo Daily to do an interview with the past team."

Zhao Yunchu: "..."

On the field, the head of the Xiejie team kicked off with a dazzling skill, kicking off the game, and the cheering from both sides came one after another.

Yun Yan's voice came back into Zhao Yunchu: "By the way, you applied last time to combat the phenomenon of private gambling on the result of the game, how is it?"

Zhao Yunchu nodded hurriedly: "It has been approved, and Baofutai has also promised to start cleaning as soon as possible."

"That's good," Yun Yan replied solemnly, "When the league starts, we can open an official lottery..."

Zhao Yunchu: "..."

Yun Yan replied: "What are you looking at! Warning, you are not allowed to look at me with this kind of eyes! Rather than making money from a black gambling house, isn't it better for us to regularize it? It can also fill the national treasury by the way. Do I want to earn this? Money? I'm all for the country and the people!!"