After hearing the news, Gao Zhang couldn't help but darken his face.
What do you mean by repeated beatings? It's obviously only three times, okay?
Besides, I and Cai Laoliu have obviously met each other and put aside their grudges, and even went out of their way to accept disciples as teachers, in black and white.
My own father is still receiving such an unfair punishment. He is indeed a foolish king, a foolish king...
Gao Zhang was very distressed and started walking around in his small yard, but he didn't know Zhao Ji.
Even if he had all kinds of tricks and calculations, it would be of no use.
All said and done, it was all because he was too young. Thinking of this, Gao Zhang couldn't help but touch his green little face, which was so pink that it could make water drip from his fingers.
Gao Zhang was even a little envious of Fu An's rough face full of acne. After all, I am still just a child, alas...
You are not yet old enough to learn how to drive with a driver's license, no matter how many operations you know, or how awesome your driving skills are, what's the point?
Therefore, now I can only engage in career, and cannot engage in other irregular activities. Well, it is not impossible to engage in industry.
Looking at his body, which is still in the early stages of secondary development, Gao Zhang said helplessly.
"Did my dad say anything else?"
"The master didn't say anything else, but the lady advised him not to worry too much.
If you feel depressed, go to the backyard to play with a ball and relax. "
"...Is my mother so generous?"
"Young master, who are you calling generous?" Fu'an, who didn't understand the young master's whisper, couldn't help but crane his neck.
"Wait a minute, are you sure this is the backyard and not another yard?"
Seeing Fu'an nodding vigorously, Gao Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.
It turned out to be a serious game of ball, and it seemed that it was all Fu'an's fault because he couldn't speak clearly, causing the steering wheel in my hand to almost fly off.
Looking at the back of Young Master Gao Zhang, Fu An always felt that there was something in the Young Master's words just now, but he really couldn't figure it out.
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There was a bang. Before Gao Zhang entered the backyard, he saw a ball flying high into the sky and falling slowly after a long time.
Gao Zhang saw his father's unsteady steps, looking up at the sky like a master, waiting for the moment when the ball was about to hit the ground.
Another kick was taken, and with a muffled bang, the ball once again flew towards the sky at high speed.
Seeing this scene, all members of the Gao family watched the ball coming and going with admiration and eagerness.
Every time the ball was about to touch the ground, it would be whipped into the sky by Gao Qiu in time.
Looking at this scene, the eyes of Gao Zhang and those of the servants of the Gao family shone brightly.
After all, Gao Zhang was able to play ball like this, and he had seen the polo king play it in the video.
My biological father, Gao Qiu, is at least one of the best in this era. Otherwise, how would he be able to play ball and become a captain?
Thinking of this, Gao Zhang's mood became extremely complicated. The foolish king Zhao Ji likes to play ball, so his father can ascend to a high official position.
If the emperor is not stupid, I am afraid that the most my father can do is to be a top star in the football clubs of the Song Dynasty and earn a living for the family.
Where can one be as popular and popular as they are now, and still have a fight with that treacherous prime minister Cai Jing in the court arena?
The ball being played by my father now is called Cuqiu. In history, this kind of ball-playing sport was called Cuju.
The ball kicked in early Cuju was made of leather and stuffed with stuffing such as feathers.
By the Tang Dynasty, the form of Cuju had changed a lot, and the feather stuffing was replaced by animal bladders.
Because the bladder can be inflated, the solid ball develops into an inflatable ball, which is wrapped in eight pieces of leather and has excellent elasticity.
After Gao Zhang's personal experience, he felt that this thing was very close to the modern football of later generations.
"Zhang'er is here..." Gao Qiu had already seen his beloved son Gao Zhang out of the corner of his eye, when the ball fell again.
I saw him tilting his body slightly and making an extremely easy movement with his feet, directly stopping the ball that fell heavily at his feet.
With this ability, I am afraid that even the members of Team Abs a thousand years from now will only be able to look up to the sky and sigh.
Gao Zhang came to his biological father Gao Qiu with a smile on his face, and the father and son boasted and spanked.
Seeing that his father was not in a good mood, Gao Zhang decided to go straight into the matter.
"The child seems to have a worried face when he sees his father. Could it be that something is wrong? Can you tell the child?"
After hearing this, Gao Qiu, who seemed a little distracted, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
As expected of his beloved son, he is filial and well-behaved. When he sees something on his mind, he knows how to take the initiative to resolve it.
It's a pity that he is just a child after all. As a father, how can I bear to let my child shoulder such a responsibility?
Gao Qiu raised his big hand, patted Gao Zhang's shoulder gently and smiled.
"Oh, it is a great comfort for my son to have such filial piety, but you are still too young..."
These words made Gao Zhang, whose hair was not even long, turn dark and said unwillingly.
"Dad, it's meaningless for you to say this. Since ancient times, Ganluo has been the prime minister when he was twelve years old. Although your son and I are still a little far away from being twelve, I am not an ordinary person."
Seeing his son's appearance, Gao Qiu couldn't help but feel happy, but the problem was that he was ordered by the officials to think about his mistakes behind closed doors.
Zhang'er is just a child, so talking to him about such matters won't help.
However, Zhang'er could play ball with his father on weekdays. Thinking of this, Gao Qiu showed a loving smile.
"Okay, okay, my son is ambitious, um... Actually, my father does have something to worry about, and it's about this ball..."
"What's wrong with this ball?" Gao Zhang glanced at the ball that was picked up by his father's toes in shock.
Gao Qiu looked at the ball in his hand with a serious expression.
"Zhangerqin must also know that my father and the official family are connected because of the ball, and they often make friends with the ball..."
Gao Zhang nodded in agreement, took the ball from his father and squeezed it. The elasticity and feel were excellent.
After all, this is a serious game, and there is nothing wrong with making friends with the ball.
What my father means is that in the past two years, he has played much less frequently than in the past.
The main thing is that his level is so high that he is already invincible and the kind of person who seeks defeat alone.
At most, I just take the time to play a few games from time to time, and have a good time sweating.
He no longer had the same passion and fighting spirit to play tirelessly as before.
The main reason is that there are two ways to play ball in the Song Dynasty.
One is fancy ball play, which is similar to kicking a shuttlecock, high and high, and a round goal is set in the air. If the ball lands, the opponent scores, but the goal is not allowed to fall to the ground.
This kind of game is more universal, especially in the Song Dynasty, men, women and children are happy to play it.
The other type is played by rough old men, which is what the military prefers to play. Compared with the first type, it is closer to the football sport of later generations.
He has already played through these two methods, and feels that there is really nothing new.
After Gao Qiu vomited harshly, he couldn't help but sigh.
"Guan Jia also asked my father before, is it possible that these two ways of playing this ball are the limit?
How else can you play it so that you can have endless aftertaste and not get tired of it for a long time? "
"So, my father has been thinking, how can I play with this ball? What kind of tricks can I play with it to win the favor of the officials?"
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