Li Ye said goodbye and left, Qiao Bin asked his father worriedly, "Dad, does Brother Li really have no chance to play?"

Qiao Xingzhong sneered and said, "Do you think Hu Laosan didn't hire a foreign player? On the surface, he asked Qi Yong to be his bowler, but Qi Yong broke his leg at the beginning of the year and had not recovered yet and could not play at all. He was for me to show it, so that I could relax my guard. I knew he actually hired a black baller outside."

Polo is the national football team in the Tang Dynasty. It has an official organization, the Polo Bureau, which is affiliated to the Ministry of War, which is similar to today's Football Association.

If you want to become a professional polo player, you must pass the Polo Bureau exam.

There is also a polo association under the polo bureau, composed of the twenty-six strongest professional polo teams, with a polo league every year.

Polo players registered in the Polo Federation are called white ballers and are generally affiliated to twenty-six professional polo teams.

There is another type of polo player who does not belong to any polo team. Anyone can ask him to play and make money by playing. This kind of polo player also passed the examination of the Polo Bureau, so he is also a professional polo player. However, they are not registered with the Polo Federation. Everyone calls him black ballers, also called free agents.

But the Tang Dynasty was relatively tolerant and did not reject such black ball players. As long as someone invited him, he could participate in any polo game. This is also a rule within the industry.

In fact, the reason is simple. For example, princes and nobles can play polo and pass the recommendation or examination of the Polo Bureau. They are actually black players. Discriminating against black players is naturally discriminating against princes and nobles themselves.

Therefore, the rules must be made flexibly. The key is that someone should invite you. No matter how good the polo is, no matter how good it is, no one should invite you, there will be no chance to make money on the court.

Qiao Bin understood, "So my father also wants to hide Brother Li as a secret weapon?"

Qiao Xingzhong nodded, "Hu Laosan has always had a rift with me. If he was let to be the chief supervisor this time, I might not be able to do a long time in the palace. Brother Li is my surprise soldier!"

Qiao Bin was very flexible. He thought for a while and said, "Actually, there is another way. Brother Li is so skilled. If you find a way to let the prince see his skills and the prince is tempted to love talents, his father will make contributions. Can the prince use this as a reason to promote his father to the chief executive?"

Qiao Xingzhong stroked his beard and smiled happily: "My son makes sense. Only when he recommends it will be rewarded. The prince will never treat me badly, but the good food will not be brought out until the end."

Qiao Xingzhong suddenly remembered something and asked, "He is not a black ball player, right?"

"Absolutely not. Brother Li is a novice. Please rest assured by my father!"

...........

In a garden of a large mansion in Pingkangfang, a tall and thin man in military uniform was sitting at the table drinking tea. Not far away was a middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back.

The man in the military uniform took a sip of tea and smiled, "Jingwen, the child has recovered and seems to have become a person."

"Impossible!"

The middle-aged man slowly turned around. He was tall, elegant, white as jade, clear eyes, and short beards. He must have been a rare beauty when he was young. He looked seventy-sixth of his eyebrows and eyes.

"Why has he changed? Isn't he anymore that stupid and manic silly boy?" The man's tone obviously didn't believe it.

"He has completely changed his character. After he recovers, he no longer fights. Instead, he convinces the rich children by playing polo. He also makes friends with one of them and turns swords into jade."

"There is still such a thing?"

The middle-aged man was a little surprised, "What else?"

"He has become sensible, his mother was bitten by a poisonous snake..."

"What?"

The middle-aged man was shocked, "Sanniang was bitten by a poisonous snake. When did it happen?"

"It was the day before yesterday. Sanniang's life was in danger, but the child actually borrowed thirty taels of silver from a rich family's children. Then he went to Wang Jishen to buy snake medicine overnight, saving his mother's life. The house gate almost closed a little bit. How could he have such a mind before?"

The middle-aged man pondered for a long time and sighed, "I helped him pay back the money for me. How can they afford to pay thirty taels of silver? Sanniang is so stubborn, alas!"

"I decided to continue teaching him!" said the man in military uniform.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Didn't you say that his qualifications are too poor. He just can't understand the game he taught him to play in the temple for ten years?"

"He has realized it now and has a very good understanding. I am so surprised. I really want to continue teaching him. He just laid the foundation before. I want to get him started and if he has the opportunity, he will take him to the next level."

"Didn't you say before that you can't make a decision?"

"It's OK now!"

The middle-aged man nodded, "You are his uncle, you decide for yourself! I have no objection."

The man in the military uniform bowed and left. The middle-aged man looked at the sky with his hands behind his back and said to himself, "Is this God's will?"

...........

At noon, Li Ye was busy at home, chopping firewood, fetching water, cleaning the yard, and physical work here was his business, and he had to pulp medicine for his mother.

Buying firewood is very expensive. Once upon a time, my mother would always bring some firewood back when she went out of the city to collect herbs. There were no livestock in his family, and Li Ye carried dozens of kilograms of firewood back.

Of course, it is Li Ye’s predecessor, and Li Ye has no chance to leave the city yet.

A few days ago, an old locust tree was dying from behind his house. The neighbors divided the tree, and Li Ye's house divided most of the main trunk, which was enough for their family to burn for a while.

While chopping firewood, Li Ye was considering making money.

Making money requires three things, channels, skills and capital, and he has no one.

For example, he could sell some things from later generations in the Tang Dynasty. First of all, who would sell them to and who would buy them?

Secondly, you need capital to do anything. Where is your own capital?

Of course, you can also find rich people to invest. Even if you convince a rich person, the most likely result is that the rich people take away all the results and make wedding clothes for others.

For example, if you write a novel yourself, the cost is very low, just paper and ink. First of all, I don’t recognize simplified Chinese characters in this era, and secondly, it is impossible to publish a book.

Li Ye remembers it very clearly that the first woodblocked version of the Diamond Sutra was printed in nine years of Xiantong. It happened more than a hundred years later. It is still in the era of copying books. It is simply a dream to make money from it.

After thinking about it, only one's own ability may be able to make some money. For example, playing polo and playing a game of ball will give you fifty taels. Although it is just a chance, it also means that your polo level is worth the money. Otherwise, why didn't Qiao Xingzhong look for others but to look for himself, a 14-year-old boy?

At this time, someone at the door asked, "Is Li Ye at home?"

This is Qiao Bin's voice. How did he find his own home?

"I am here!"

Li Ye hurriedly went up and opened the door. It was indeed Qiao Bin.

Li Ye was a little surprised. According to the agreement, he should have gone to Qiao Mansion the morning after tomorrow to report why Qiao Bin came.

Qiao Bin saw Aunt Mu in the yard and scratched his head and said, "Brother Li, there is something wrong, let's talk about it outside!"

Li Ye nodded and took him to a secluded place outside the house, "What's the matter?"

Qiao Bin took out a heavy bag and handed it to him. Li Ye opened it and was startled. It turned out to be two white ingots of silver inside, which was probably twenty taels.

"This is……"

"This is the money my dad paid you in advance. If you go on stage, you will make up for thirty taels of silver."

Li Ye asked in confusion: "Didn't your father usually don't advance payment?"

Qiao Bin smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know what he thinks, just accept it!"

"Will your father spend so much money at home..."

Qiao Bin waved his hand and smiled, "Don't worry, this is all the prince's money. All the expenses in this competition are borne by the prince, and my father can't afford it."

Since it was the prince's money, Li Ye felt at ease and handed the money to Qiao Bin, "I will pay you back twenty taels first. After playing the ball, I will pay you back ten coins."

Qiao Bin looked at Li Ye strangely, "Brother Li, don't you know?"

"What do you know?" Li Ye was confused.

"Someone has paid off the thirty taels of silver you owe me."

Li Ye suddenly widened his eyes and asked in surprise: "Who is it? When?"

"I don't know who it is. I'm about thirties, tall, thin and powerful, I should be your relative! I came to my house early this morning and gave my father thirty taels of silver."

Li Ye was completely confused. Someone actually paid off his debts for him. Who would it be?

Qiao Bin asked carefully: "You really don't know?"

Li Ye shook his head.

"Then do you come here to play basketball the morning after tomorrow?"

Li Ye suddenly understood and smiled and said, "Your father was afraid that I would not play basketball, so he prepaid the money to me, right!"
Chapter completed!