"Do you want to learn these two skills?" Mara asked, looking at Ronald and the other two.
The Ronald brothers couldn't help but be overjoyed. They never thought that Mara would agree. They saluted respectfully and said yes together.
Mara glared at the two of them and scolded: "Why, you still don't become a disciple?"
The two couldn't help but be overjoyed. Although this master was young, he was willing to teach.
"Master, please bow to me, disciple." Brother Ronald kowtowed three times respectfully.
Luo Desheng couldn't help being dumbfounded. He didn't expect that Mala would be willing to accept his two sons as apprentices.
Luo Desheng thought for a while and asked Tang Deqiu with some worry: "My son clearly competed with Polo Head for his job, why did he accept it?"
"It's a good thing that Polo Head wants to be your son. Others are not so lucky." Tang Deqiu sighed.
He also has two sons who are similar to Ronaldo. They like to play Cuju, but their skills are far from those of the Ronaldo brothers.
How can your son be compared with my son, Luo Desheng thought proudly.
But he was soon replaced by another thought. He frowned and asked Tang Deqiu: "If Coach Ma accepts my son, will he not be careful to teach him?"
After all, his son was only five years older than Mara and would most likely steal his master's job.
Isn’t there a saying that teaches the disciple and starves the teacher?
"It is indeed possible." Tang Deqiu's words made Luo Desheng feel heartbroken. Your son is not outstanding. Are you going to attack my son because of this?
Seeing Luo Desheng's distressed expression, Tang Deqiu couldn't bear to continue to attack his old friend, so he changed the topic: "I heard that Polo Head is a disciple of the little saint, I guess not."
Luo Desheng was still a little worried, so he came to Lin Rufeng and saluted, saying congratulations: "Congratulations to Team Shunfeng for winning the game, and congratulations to Coach Lin for accepting his disciple."
If his son had not become a disciple, he would have felt very sad, but now his son became a disciple, which greatly improved his mood.
"Same joy, same joy." Lin Rufeng heard Luo Desheng's sincere tone and hurriedly returned the courtesy.
After the two were polite, Luo Desheng changed the subject and asked, "Why does Coach Ma want to accept Quanzi as his apprentice?"
"The upside-down golden hook and banana ball are not something ordinary people can learn. Qualification and fate are very important." Lin Rufeng explained, "Luo Qiutou's two sons have good qualifications."
Hearing Lin Rufeng's words, Luo Desheng felt relieved.
In fact, Lin Rufeng still had some things he didn't say, and he felt a little embarrassed.
There is not only Shunfeng team in Zhaojiazhuang, but also another team, the Erlangshen team.
Unlike Shunfeng Team, a county-level team, Erlangshen Team is a combination of four teams from Jiading and Chengdu, and its overall strength is higher than Shunfeng Team.
Since they are all teams under Zhaojiazhuang, there must be competition, which is inevitable.
The Shunfeng team was able to win in Jiading last time because of the participation of Zhao Ping.
Now that Zhao Ping is not involved, they have no idea about meeting the Erlang Shen team again.
With these two talented youngsters, Ronaldo and Ronaldo, the Shunfeng team will never let them go.
Mara thought further. Those who knew these two skills in the world, including his master Zhao Ping, were only a slap in the face.
There were as many Cuju teams in the Song Dynasty as there were two or three Cuju teams in each county, which was at least a thousand.
If a few people who knew how to hang gold hooks and banana balls upside down were placed in the entire Song Dynasty, they would not make waves at all.
What's more, to learn these two skills requires extremely high talent. His two cousins have not learned it yet.
After watching the Cuju competition, Tang Zucai looked at Tang Dexin, Tang Deping and Tang Deqiu while drinking tea.
Seeing the unhappy expressions of the three of them, he thought for a while and asked, "What do you think about today's Cuju performance?"
"The Shunfeng team is far stronger than the Shijia team. No matter how hard the Shijia team tries, they can't catch up." Tang Deqiu looked frustrated.
Two geniuses suffered from cramps, and two retired football heads returned to their old profession, but still failed. No wonder he felt the most uncomfortable.
"Ping it, prosper it (Tang Dexin's character)" Tang Zucai nodded, turned to look at Tang Dexin and Tang Deping, and asked them what they thought.
"Weng Weng, today's Cuju performance is the Salt Secretary's warning to the Shijia Salt House." Tang Dexin thought for a moment and expressed his opinion, "The Shijia Salt House makes the Salt Division a little dissatisfied."
Tang Deping expressed his thoughts. "Weng Weng, the Salt Division will never take care of the Shijia Salt Mine again."
"You three are right, but not entirely." Tang Zucai looked at Tang Deping and Tang Dexin with relief.
The three of them looked at Tang Zucai with some confusion, hoping to get answers from them.
Tang Zucai looked at the three people and said: "Although the Salt Mines were distributed evenly in the past, they still tried their best to take care of the aristocratic salt mills. Now the Salt Division has shown through Cuju that they will no longer consider the feelings of the aristocratic families."
Regarding Tang Deqiu, he sighed a little in his heart, but he thought that he was a coach after all and lacked official sensitivity.
Tang Deping and the others often dealt with the government, especially the Salt Division, and they had a far-reaching view of the Cujuding Salt Mine.
"Weng Weng, what should we do with the Tang family? What should we do with the aristocratic family?" Tang Deping couldn't help but asked in confusion.
After losing this game of Cuju and the right to mine salt mines, Tang Deping felt as if he was being burned in front of everyone.
As the production management of the salt workshop gradually gets on track, the functions of the security team are gradually withdrawn from the salt workshop according to Zhao Ping's plan.
The security team has changed from unified control in the past to supervision. They only care about the quality of snow and salt, and they focus on the big ones and let go of the small ones.
Tang Deping has also risen with the tide and has become the de facto boss of the family salt workshop.
Logically speaking, he should be happy.
But not only was he unhappy, he was in great pain.
When his prestige was at its highest, it was when he led his men to compete with the Yun Family Salt Factory.
He took the lead, was not afraid of having his bones broken, and finally won the mining rights from the Yunjia Salt Mine.
But now that the Shijia Cuju team lost the match that was destined to win, his original altar fell down.
These aristocratic families are willing to follow him because he can give the children of the aristocratic families a way to survive.
Now that the salt mine has been lost, where can the family find a way to survive?
They live in Jingyan and regard themselves as Jingyan people. They always think that they are the masters of the land here.
Their aristocratic family is the land lord among the land lords. One-third of an acre of Jingyan's land is determined by their aristocratic family, and even the county magistrate may not count.
They regard everything in Jingyan, including the salt mine, as the private property of the family, and the Wushan Yun family as outside thieves, so they dare to blatantly attack the Yun family through various means.
But with the arrival of Yan Si, they realized who was the owner of one-third of an acre of land here.
No, the rules of the game have been modified, and the salt mines have been changed from the previous equal distribution to the Cuju competition method.
In just one game, the Maison lost what they believed was a high-quality salt mine that was rightfully theirs.
Tang Zucai did not answer Tang Deping's question, but took a sip of tea and said calmly: "You are the shopkeeper, you should consider this question."
Tang Deping thought for a long time, but couldn't think of a way.
He felt that the aristocratic family had been abandoned by Yan Si, just like a woman who had been divorced by an official.
"Weng Weng, my grandson's abilities are limited and he doesn't want to be the shopkeeper." Tang Deping suddenly raised his head and looked at Tang Zucai with a depressed face and asked, "My grandson wants to resign as the shopkeeper."
"Papa, papa," there were two loud slaps on Tang Deping's face, and there were two red slap marks on both sides of his face.
Tang Zucai was so angry that he was shaking all over. He pointed at Tang Deping and asked with his chest rising and falling: "With this attitude, are you worthy of the right training from your family?"
At this point, he swayed and almost fell down, and hurriedly supported the table.
Tang Dexin hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man and glared at Tang Deping bitterly.
If something happened to the old man, Tang Dexin would definitely want to kill him.
Tang Deping also knew that he had made a big mistake, so he hurriedly knelt down, kowtowed, and said, "My grandson made a mistake. My grandson made a mistake. He immediately thought of something."
Tang Zucai slowly found a chair and sat down, and a maid brought ginseng tea.
Tang Zucai took a sip of ginseng with a spoon, looked at Tang Deping, and saw a sad look on his face.
Tang Deping was not yet thirty and had never experienced such a situation, so one can imagine the pressure on his heart.
But if you help once, can you help a second time?
"There are ways to solve it. Think about it carefully." Tang Zucai glared at Tang Deping bitterly and urged him.
Tang Deping thought for a while and finally shook his head.
"The Tang family is the boss of the Jingyan family. No matter how difficult the situation is, we must persevere and endure." Tang Zucai took another sip of ginseng tea, then slowly got up and looked at Tang Deping and said.
Tang Deping nodded. Now he has realized what a boss is. Just because he is the boss of the family salt shop, he will not resign even if he wants to.
"Since this Cuju was proposed by Yan Si, there must be something behind it." After all, he was his chosen successor, so Tang Zu decided to give him one last try and give him a little reminder.
Tang Dexin couldn't help but feel sad. The old man said he wouldn't help him, but he still helped him in the end. Why did he suffer so much?
After hearing this, Tang Debing suddenly felt his mind being opened, and he couldn't help but suddenly realized.
Since the Salt Secretary asked the family to set up a salt workshop here, he would never let them fall.
The answer lies naturally with Shio Si.
Tang Deping came to Yu Mo Yan's residence carrying gifts.
Jingyan Shijia Salt Factory is also his subordinate, so Yu Moyan naturally received him warmly.
The two chatted for a while, and then Tang Deping unknowingly brought the topic to this Cuju competition.
Tang Deping admitted that the level of Cuju played by Jingyan was far from that of Zhaojiazhuang, and asked Yu Mo Yan to help the family find a way.
Tang Deping bowed his hands and said sincerely: "Guan Yu, you are the boss of the salt factory, and you don't want the Shijia Salt Factory to close down."
Now that the Saga team has lost, it’s time to play the tragedy card.
"Of course, the Salt Secretary hopes that the salt shops will continue to develop." Yu Qishi nodded, confirming his statement.
Tang Deping couldn't help but be overjoyed when he heard that Yu Moyan confirmed his idea. It seems that the old man was indeed right. Since your statement is just right.
Tang Deping bowed his hand again and said in a heavy tone: "Yu Guanren, now the Shijia Salt Factory has lost a game and lost a salt mine, but the Shijia Cuju is not the opponent of the Shunfeng team. What should I do about this?"
