Han You understood Zhou Zhenghuai's thoughts, and Lao Zhou's series of actions were also explained clearly.
Han You could only sigh. He couldn't control this matter, couldn't help Lao Zhou, and couldn't stop Lao Ba.
On the morning of the next day, Han You rode into Beijing in person and went to the Office of the Ministry of Rites to look for Qian Ji and say hello in advance.
Whether the construction of sports venues is considered excessive or not can be divided into a beginning and an end.
At the beginning, the Ministry of Engineering was in charge, looked at the drawings and designs, agreed, and approved the work if it did not exceed the specifications.
At the end, the Ministry of Rites is responsible, not for acceptance, but for viewing with the naked eye, deeming it to be within the limit, and recording it in a book.
Strictly speaking, this is the process. In fact, if it is not a big project, the Ministry of Rites will not be involved. To be on the safe side, it is better to be on the safe side and inform Qian Ji. This is also a kind of respect for others, and you will not give a shit. Just start doing it, it's still other people's business, friendship and trust are so gone.
At the same time, in the villa, Zhao Feiyu, who had watched the theater late at night yesterday, just got up and ran out of the courtyard without even eating, shouting that he wanted to continue watching the theater.
Wang Hai handed a pamphlet to Zhao Feiyu, who opened it and was unhappy.
"Why can we only watch theater at night?"
"The rules of the villa."
"change!"
"It can't be changed."
"I said I can change it!"
"The young master said it can't be changed."
"you…"
Wang Hai lowered his head, looking helpless.
The booklet lists the times and content of the plays performed by the troupe. The earliest performance is also at midnight.
It's still snowing, so it's not cold.
Growing up, Miss Dan, as the eldest daughter of the Zhao family, had a lot to do, but nothing was as interesting as watching a play.
After she came back last night, she was so excited that she couldn't sleep for a long time. When she closed her eyes, she was still filled with the tragic love story of the actor. The two girls were folded and half-naked. She blushed just thinking about it.
She didn't get enough sleep that night and got up, thinking she could go to the theater again. Unexpectedly, she had to wait for more than two hours, and Miss Dan was greatly disappointed.
"good."
Zhao Feiyu tightened his veil: "Then where should we go next?"
"Where do you want to go, Miss?"
"It's better..." Zhao Feiyu said, pretending to be talking without meaning: "I heard that you caught a lot of cheating candidates during the scientific examination a few days ago. I hate scholars the most. Where are they now? Take me to see them. I want to see them. Make fun of them."
Wang Hai had no expression on his face, said "Hello" and began to lead the way.
Zhao Feiyu wanted to "see" the cheating candidates, that is, the government soldiers in the miscellaneous barracks, which Wang Hai expected.
The scientific examination has ended. Those who have obtained the title of Jinshi and participated in the palace examination can go to various provinces or stay in the capital to be Guanzhenglang after the year. It seems that the turmoil has subsided, but in fact it is not.
In Beijing, there are still people talking about this matter, surrounding those cheating candidates.
No matter how cheating the candidates are, they are still scholars.
It is almost semi-forcible to force scholars to "join the army". This has never been done before and has not been heard of in this dynasty. Now that this precedent has been set, it has made countless people worried. I think Zhao Tai was the same, but he didn't ask or look at it. Now Zhao Feiyu mentioned it Wang Hai was not surprised at all when he came out.
This is why Han You doesn't drill these soldiers hard every day, but lets them play football.
As we all know, as long as you don't eat sea cucumbers and practice football seriously, you can at least continuously improve your physical fitness and teamwork.
Drilling trains physical fitness, and playing football also trains physical fitness. From a certain perspective, the latter improves physical fitness faster than the former.
It’s not that I don’t practice, it’s that I’m not in a hurry to practice.
Han You knew how much influence it would have to let a group of scholars join the army. Ben Shaoyin did not train them, but let them "play" every day, let them play football, and also let them study. This is all, let's see who can find the excuse. Wait. This matter has been completely stopped. If we don’t practice, hehe, we won’t be able to kill them!
In fact, the soldiers in the auxiliary barracks really thought that this was the only thing they did every day.
When they first came into contact with football, they were ignorant and didn't know what was there about a broken ball. There were so many rules.
Gradually, they became familiar with the rules. They were not allowed to kick and watched others play. This group of scholars fell into the old habit. This one kicked poorly, that one kicked crookedly, and they wished they could get off the field and score a few goals themselves.
As a result, when they were actually allowed to play, they couldn't even sustain such a high-intensity exercise and what they considered to be an extremely barbaric confrontation with a stick of incense.
Then I started practicing, running, jumping, hiding, and cooperating.
I eat more and more, my body becomes stronger and stronger, and I sleep more and more soundly. I no longer want to think about many things I thought about before, let alone have the time to think about them.
If you win, you will be cheered, if you lose, you will be dejected.
Until one day, they discovered that none of their opponents were "ordinary people."
His status is extraordinary, a prince, a royal guard, a general, and a school captain.
The opponents are not ordinary. They are veterans from Zhechong Mansion or the frontier army with their lives in their hands.
Unknowingly, they got involved with this group of people, well, mainly they were beaten, one by one.
After being beaten, we gradually became familiar with each other, playing football together, scolding each other, and eating from the same pot.
First unknowingly, and then inexplicably, the academic officials of the Imperial College, those great Confucian scholars who were famous all over the capital and famous all over the world, actually came to teach them and solve their doubts in turn.
Han You can now say without exaggeration that among the hundred people, not all of them are willing to leave, but at least half are willing to stay and stay willingly.
In fact, Han You is still a bit conservative. More than half, seventy-eight out of ten, want to play, play football, study, including great scholars, and the remaining ten or two out of ten do not really want to leave, but miss them. Just family members.
When Wang Hai brought Zhao Feiyu to the stadium, the latter's red and swollen eyes were full of confusion.
Although there was no cold wind, snowflakes were flying, and on the muddy ground, the two teams were locked in a fierce battle. More than two hundred men, women, and children sat on the edge of the court and roared loudly, like crazy people, cheering for their favorite team.
The match is between the seeded Nanjun Wansheng team and the Yi Dao team.
The Yi Dao Team is sometimes called the Yi Dao Team, and sometimes it is called the Mystery Team. The difference lies in whether Lu Baichuan ends the game in person.
If the Nanjun Wansheng team can defeat the Yi Dao team, they can challenge the ever-victorious Majia Patriotic team tomorrow. The old rules are a father-son game.
A few days ago, Fu Yuxiang called Ma Lao Er a foster father. He was so angry that he couldn't sleep well for several days. He was so angry that he had acne on his face.
Either Han You is not very particular, and the people below are not very particular either.
There was no grass on the ground and it was very muddy, so it was not that particular.
The players are even less particular, running around shirtless in the middle of winter.
Either she was the daughter of a minister, but if she were an ordinary girl, she would have blushed and turned her head away. Then she looked at Zhao Feiyu, staring back and forth with her big eyes.
"They are..."
Wang Hai waved, and line judge Pei Qi ran over.
"Haiye."
"Mr. Lao Pei will explain to the young lady about the stadium, the team, the players, and the rules."
Pei Qi, who was holding two small flags and covered in mud, quickly saluted Zhao Feiyu: "Student Pei Qi, I have met Miss Zhao."
Zhao Feiyu frowned slightly: "Who is he and why does he know my identity?"
Wang Hai's face was expressionless: "My young master's confidants naturally know the identity of the eldest lady."
"Confidant?" Zhao Feiyu looked Pei Qi up and down: "Is it him? Does he have any fame? Is he an official?"
Pei Qi smiled and said nothing.
I am definitely not an official, but I have tricked more than a dozen officials to death.
