The stadium in Fangcaodi is the second largest stadium in Lingao - second only to the stadium originally built by the Senate for military parades and celebrations. However, the facilities are much simpler. There is no grand rostrum, and no decent stands: the rostrum and stands are simple buildings with iron frames and wooden boards. When encountering large-scale sports events on campus, students have to bring their own benches to the stadium.
The stadium in Fangcaodi is highly utilized. The physical education classes of the 200 housekeeping classes are fully scheduled. There are eight classes in the morning and evening. There is not a single class in the stadium where several classes are not playing sports at the same time. There is a lack of artificial lighting after school, so such games can only be arranged after spring when the days are getting 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 kneepads will do just fine.
Because rugby matches are highly confrontational, tense, entertaining, and have a strong team spirit, and are more complex in tactical arrangements, they are an important task for the Senate, which adheres to the "militarism" mentality. Very suitable sports. Therefore, this competition has been popularized since the beginning of Yanchang Village. Over the past few years, a crude competition system has gradually formed among the naturalized people in Lingao. Every factory, farm, and army has its own amateur team. Yerba Cao Cao Academy not only has its own representative team, but also has school leagues for different age groups within the academy.
The game was at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, and Huang Henkun was going to watch the game. Except for Liu Dalin, who wanted to take a break in the afternoon, everyone else in the visiting group said they wanted to go with him when they heard that there was an Australian football show to watch - it was definitely better than being on campus. It’s much more fun to take lessons that you don’t understand at all.
The local gentry is willing to come and observe, and Dong Yizhi is very welcome. For something like this that can spread influence, the more the better.
At this moment, the people in the observation group have already sat in the stands next to the stadium - students are not organized to watch the game, and the learning pressure is high, so only one-third of the stands in the stadium are occupied, and there are still some stragglers scattered around the venue. .
Because it is not a formal competition, there is no special VIP seat, and of course no one is responsible for reception. It was only under the personal intervention of Mr. Dong that the visiting group was led to the row of stands closest to the venue.
A group of gentry literati wearing long robes and buns were sitting in the stands. Elder Dong felt a strong sense of discomfort.
Sure enough, the long gown and bun did not suit the Senate. He muttered to himself.
Just when his divergent thoughts came to the order of shaving his head, a student ran over and reported that the competition 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 actually played rugby, let alone the British style. I can only read the book and then become a coach. Dong Yuanlao, who can only play a few footballs, managed to get into the game with the help of books and a small amount of video materials.
After the first kick-off, the Molixuan soldiers sat in the stands and stared blankly at the stadium. Although they could not understand the changes on the field, they probably understood at that time that two groups were grabbing a ball and then desperately trying to hit the goal. Kick inside. This crude "ball play" stunned the scholars. Some of them are well-educated or have been to big places like Guangzhou, so they naturally associate this kind of ball game with Cuju.
Although Cuju was most prosperous in the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was also popular among ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Cuju had been reduced to a performative "play" or an activity for self-entertainment, losing the competitiveness between two teams before the Song Dynasty. The content and even reputation are not very good - the professional Cuju organization "Yuanshe" plays the role of a helper in the market, mostly serving wealthy families and high-end institutions.
Children from good families like Huang Bingkun, who come from a "farming and studying family", don't even watch activities like Cuju, and completely regard it as a low-class thing.
Australians also play Cuju. Their first reaction is that the Australians calling themselves "Miao descendants of the Song Dynasty" have some background. Otherwise, why would such a ball game be held in schools? I think this is also the legacy of Emperor Daojun.
However, as the game progressed, the members of the visiting group quickly realized that this "Australian Cuju" had nothing to do with the Cuju they had seen. Not to mention that it was a useless game with only two sides fighting back and forth. The players The momentum of cooperating with each other to dribble the ball and score a touchdown is a bit like forming a formation.
Although they already knew that the Kun Thieves would "rebel" sooner or later, seeing a group of teenage children playing Cuju on the field showing a strong fighting spirit, the members of the visiting group still felt a wave of worry from the bottom of their hearts - Most of them are not worried about the Ming Dynasty: the Ming Dynasty court is a bit far away from them and their presence is not high - but these Australians carefully cultivate young students, and the temperament they reveal is already incompatible with them. Such a group of people will be in the future If you become an official in the new dynasty and become a "scholar-bureaucrat", how will you deal with yourself? Can he still be considered a "scholar" of the new dynasty?
Thinking of this, several scholars already felt a little restless. "Learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family" has been the ultimate goal of scholars since ancient times. Now that the new "imperial family" is about to set up another banner, it seems that they don't care about their "literary and martial arts" at all. Wouldn't this book be in vain? ! Those who are quick-thinking and greedy for wealth have long been secretly wondering which books should I start reading about this Australian knowledge?
Huang Bingkun was watching the competition on the field attentively - he gradually figured out the clues. At first, he only thought it was a brute force show, just to see who could run faster and be stronger, but gradually he understood I found that there is quite a mystery in the formation of troops. What's even more rare is that the cooperation between the members of each team when winning and delivering the ball is exquisite, running back and forth and attacking from a flank. The coordination... was all done in a smooth and smooth manner - this was going to be a war, and it was a first-class elite soldier. Thinking of the well-formed running and exercises, Huang Bingkun suddenly had a strange thought: Could it be that the bandit is ruling the country by military law?
Suddenly he felt someone pat him. He turned around and saw that it was Wang Jiaoyu. Mr. Wang's face was twisted with shame and anger. He whispered: "The world is really in decline! It corrupts people's hearts!"
Huang Bingkun was confused, and when he followed his gaze, he saw more than twenty female students in the stands, divided into two teams, each holding red and blue silk flowers, moving in accordance with the rhythm of the field. There was singing and dancing. The skirts that originally only covered the knees flipped up from time to time as they beat, revealing a little bit of wheat-colored thighs above the knee-high socks.
Led by them, the students watching the game on the sidelines were either shouting or cheering, and it was very lively. This makes the corner of the tour map where people are watching the battle look particularly deserted.
Huang Bingkun has no interest in the absolute field of female students - he thinks it doesn't matter. What matters is that Kun Thief is sparing no effort to make Daming Pills. If this continues, not only will the Ming Dynasty be over, but the eternal unification of China may also be destroyed by this group of people. In the hands of fake Song Dynasty!
Seeing that he was silent, Wang Ci was about to say a few more words when suddenly a chant sounded on the field and a team announced a substitution.
The person who came on stage was none other than Huang Ping. This was the first time that Huang Bingkun saw his servant wearing such shorts and shorts - in Huangjiazhai, a servant like Huang Ping, who was running around the mansion and serving, was absolutely not allowed to wear clothes that exposed legs and arms and were degrading to elegance. of.
I saw that my servant Huang Ping was wearing a short coat with a big "big food number" on the front and back. He was wearing a vine sunflower on his head, and his joints were all wrapped with thick straps. Huang Bingkun suddenly found that the thin boy beside him had grown taller and stronger. His exposed arms and thighs were full of strong muscles, and he was running and shouting on the field.
Not long after he came on the field, Huang Ping cooperated in an attack. Although he did not score a touchdown, the strength and agility he showed in the attack impressed Huang Bingkun - why had he never realized that this young man had such a big talent? ability? You must know that all the servants of the Huang family have to practice martial arts. Huang Ping is famous for being "useless" and cannot even learn the very simple Taizu Changquan.
"Australians really have the ability to turn stone into gold." Huang Bingkun was sighing when he suddenly heard Liu Dalin's voice.
"Chief, you——"
"Wake up, I heard that you are all here to watch the battle, so I'm here to join in the fun." Liu Dalin said.
"It's sunny here, so we'd better go to the tent to watch the battle." Huang Bingkun quickly helped Liu Dalin to the side of the awning. Liu Dalin seemed to be quite interested in this energetic sport, and he laughed while watching the competition on the field from time to time. But Huang Bingkun could no longer look at it. Suddenly, a burst of violent cheers pulled Huang Bingkun out of his daze. Huang Ping, dressed in red, was seen running quickly on the field with his hands raised high. The happiness on his face was something Huang Bingkun had never seen before. While he was confused, Liu Dalin told him:
"That's a score."
"Mountain Chief?!" Huang Bingkun was very surprised. The mountain leader has limited mobility and rarely goes out, yet he actually knows so much about the Kun thief!
"My housekeeper's grandson is studying here. He also likes this rugby show. I know a thing or two about it."
Just as Huang Bingkun was about to say something, Huang Ping broke away from his teammates who were chasing him with excited expressions on their faces and wanted to grab him and hug him. He ran towards his classmates' stands. A girl inside also stretched out her hands, jumped out, and hugged him tightly. hugging each other. This move immediately stunned Huang Bingkun, 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. rs
