Watching his father Gao Qiu, who played ball and became the Great Lieutenant of the Song Dynasty, he was thinking deeply about the expansion and extension of ball sports.
Gao Zhang, who had a dark look on his face, raised his hand to wipe his face, looked up to the sky and sighed.
Fortunately, this is my father. If this is my child, it would be strange if he didn't scream and scream, wiping his tears and immersing himself in the ocean of knowledge.
But forget it, dad did this for the sake of the family. As the saying goes, the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked.
There is a foolish king squatting above, and there are a bunch of traitors in the court, what more do you want?
I am still a child whose fur has not fully grown, so all I can do is take care of my family first.
Could it be that I wrapped my forehead in white cloth, raised the King's flag, jumped to the top of Bianliang City, and shouted "Qing Jun"?
It would be strange if the Song Dynasty's three-bow bed crossbow hadn't penetrated the whole body with holes, and the head and Song Jiang's head were hung at the city gate to dry and wait for the New Year.
Now I'd better think of a way to solve my father's troubles before talking about anything else.
Gao Zhang rolled his eyes as he looked at his father and squeezed the ball that felt great.
"Fu'an, go and get some wooden boards that are similar to door panels, and get some long benches."
Hearing his son's words, Gao Qiu looked confused, but did not stop Fu'an and his servants from moving things. He whispered to Gao Zhang who was still playing with the ball.
"Zhang'er, what do you want with those things? Aren't we going to play ball?"
"That's right, it's just playing ball. The child has thought of a new way to play. Dad will know after he tries it out?"
Seeing Gao Zhang's cute little face with a smile, Gao Qiu couldn't help but feel warm in his heart.
This child is still so well-behaved and filial. He already knows how to make suggestions for his biological father. As a father, how can he go against the child's good intentions?
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A table similar to the size of a table tennis table, separated by a rope net in the middle, one or two people on each side can happily play a game.
A maximum of three touches of the ball are allowed before the ball must be hit over the net, with rules similar to a cross between table tennis and football.
The rules of this game are very simple, but its playability and entertainment are quite good.
Gao Qiu, the first person to play ball in the Song Dynasty with extremely high golf quotient, quickly understood the rules of this game.
He started playing with the servants in the mansion. The two of them went back and forth on the ball table made of wooden boards and had a great time.
And a group of high-ranking servants looked on and cheered.
There is no man among the men in the palace who cannot play ball, and many servants are even quite good at it.
At least in Gao Zhang's eyes, he is not inferior to those professional players from the five major leagues in later generations.
And his own father, Gao Qiu, was worthy of being the number one player in the Song Dynasty. He won consecutive games by himself. His footwork and posture made Gao Zhang's eyes light up and he applauded him repeatedly.
This is how he looks like a professional player. If his father is not a football champion after a thousand years, he must be a football superstar, the orange level.
After playing for a long time, Gao Qiu wiped the sweat from his forehead and patted Gao Zhang's shoulder happily.
"Okay, okay, I am indeed the Qilin son of the Gao family. I can actually help my father come up with such a novel and good idea."
"This gameplay is a different way, but it is very easy to get started."
Gao Zhang also breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his biological father smiling happily, his face flushed and glowing after playing.
Everything must be done from the simplest to the deeper. First, come up with a simple and easy-to-understand game to open your father's eyes.
Wait until he takes the bait and gets tired of playing. Anyway, his mind is full of various ways and methods of playing ball.
Huang looked calmly and gently at her husband who was no longer worried and was chatting and laughing with his son Gao Zhang, and felt relieved in her heart.
Zhang'er is so sensible and well-behaved, and he always knows how to come up with new things to make his father happy. How could such a well-informed and interesting child bully Cai Laoliu, who is two years older than him?
It was clearly Cai Laoliu who bullied others, and Zhang'er was forced to fight back.
Cai Laoliu's reputation has never been very good. It's just that he has a good father, Cai Fenfen, in the background.
That's all, as long as the husband can put away all his worries, maybe in a few days, the officials will dissipate their anger and call the husband back to the court...
The new ball game made Gao Qiu, the first ball player in the Song Dynasty, very happy.
After a cordial exchange with his own son, he devoted himself completely to the practice.
It seems that if this table ball game is not played to its full potential, it will not stop.
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Outside the gate of Gao Mansion, a strong man carrying a sword came. He stood at the door and whispered a few words to the servant of Gao Mansion who was guarding the door.
The servant immediately ran away, and after a while, he came to the small courtyard of the young master Gao Zhang.
"Young Master, His Highness King Yan has sent people to look for you. I have something to invite you."
"His Royal Highness King Yan..." Gao Zhang looked at the servant in confusion, then turned his head to look at his confidant Fu'an.
"Do I know this His Highness, King Yan?"
Fu'an shook his head with confusion on his face. "I don't know, little guy, maybe I know him..."
"Come to me?" Gao Zhang scratched his chin, and for a long time he couldn't figure out what trouble this empty-handed prince had with him.
Is it possible that you want to take part in the talent bureau? Then you should go to my father. After all, I am still just a child.
Seeing Fu'an's dull look, the tired Gao Zhang stood up and thought, let's just go and see with his own eyes what a weird situation this is.
"That Fu'an, why are you still standing there? Call more people, let's go and take a look."
After a short while, Gao Zhang, with doubts on his face, led the rich man to the door of the house.
The guard carrying a sword outside the door saw Gao Zhang, squeezed out a smile and saluted respectfully.
"I have met Mr. Gao. My Highness is visiting the garden today and I have specially invited Mr. Gao to go with him."
Gao Zhang looked up and down at the knife-carrying guard and said with some confusion.
"I know your Highness?"
Upon hearing this, the guard raised the corner of his mouth strangely, took two steps forward and muttered something in a low voice.
In an instant, Gao Zhang's eyes bulged.
Ouch, shit! Unexpectedly, the Zhao official who dropped his pants on the ground and didn't pick them up for a long time turned out to be a dignified prince.
But then I thought about it, regardless of the small flaws like the plate glass, I just focused on the girl's appearance, her charming eyes, and the luxurious facilities of the single-family villa.
Who can go in and out there, whether in the car or under the car, who is a simple person?
Seeing Gao Zhang's expression, the guard was a little confused. He always felt that the eyes and expression of the son of a prince were very strange and not serious.
But after blinking, he saw Gao Zhang showing an innocent smile and said happily.
"Okay, okay, then I'll let this guard brother lead the way. It just so happens that I hit it off at first sight.
But I don’t know my little brother’s identity, so I can’t make an appointment, so today I just happen to have a close and intimate relationship…”
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