As usual, Tang Yu got up very early.

In addition to deducing the picture every day when he sleeps, he has another thing, which is to learn to write calligraphy.

Anyway, there is a lot of time to spend during the day, so the characters need to be practiced sooner or later. Now practicing calligraphy can just pass the time. But that day, Su Mei'er and his daughters forgot to take away the poem, so Tang Yu used the words as a paste and copied them every day.

Early this morning, the sky was just dawn, and the Wuling River was still shrouded in a fog.

When Tang Yu went out to the street, there were already many pedestrians on Wuling Street. At this time, the most were scholars, wearing long robes and carrying a basket in their hands. They were rushing to go to school.

Occasionally, a scholar was sitting in a sedan chair that was uncarried, and he flew over the street with a "swoosh", which reminded Tang Yu of the small car on earth.

Most of the breakfast shops on both sides of the street have already opened, and the hawkers are shouting endlessly, and the whole city is gradually awakening with the hawkers' shouting.

The air was very good and fresh. Tang Yu, who was jogging all the way, merged into the rushing scholars, making him feel like he was back in junior high school.

As time passed, his mood slowly recovered from his initial depression.

After all, he is just a child and has a fast adaptability. Although he occasionally thinks about things on earth, he is not as distraught as before.

Su Yong was busy looking for a school for him. If he found the school, he probably had to go to school. But it would be even more difficult to go to school in this world. Alas...

But what else can I do?

"Study hard and make progress every day!"

"It's a pity that there are no books, so you can review it yourself, so it will be easier to learn in the future!"

"I really don't understand this world, and I don't know what the relationship between reading and practicing. Su Yong said that reading means to make words on behalf of the saints and then to pass on the Dharma. It is said that when writing articles, you must use the tone of the saints to preach the Dharma, and write excellent articles, the saint will naturally pass on the Dharma to the scholars. It is very mysterious and difficult to understand..."

"Also, I have been deducing the magic meditation diagram for so long, and the power in my body is getting stronger and stronger, but how can I release the magic? I can't find anyone to ask for advice. The last time that girl could turn the bluestone floor into a ball of mud and let herself get stuck in it, which is amazing..."

With a wild imagination in my mind, Tang Yu ran farther and farther away.

The sky became brighter and brighter, and the Wuling River gradually revealed a trace of outline in the fog.

Tang Yu ran along a slope from the river embankment to the riverside, and gradually stepped onto the meadow by the river.

On the meadow, a group of people shouted and shouted, and seemed to be having fun.

Tang Yu turned his head and squinted his eyes, and was shocked: "This... is football? Three against three?"

"Wow, there are goals, turf, and there are spectators and coaches on the sidelines. It's really football!"

Tang Yu jogged to the sidelines. The mist couldn't see clearly just now. When he looked up close, he saw a total of six people on both sides. One team was wearing a white short robe with a red belt on his head, and the other side was wearing a blue short robe with no straps on his head, which looked clear.

These people are all strong and strong in their bodies. They run wildly and have extremely gorgeous and fancy feet, but the ball is smaller than the football on earth, and they are not very energetic and do not have much elasticity.

On the side of the venue, a big Western man with yellow hair and blue eyes put his hands on his hips and kept making gestures. He spoke very fluently in Da Zhou's speech.

Behind the big man, there were a few rattan chairs, most of which were empty. A few young men, who looked like scholars, stood on the sidelines to cheer and shout. Only a white-haired old man sat upright on a chair, watching the game in front of him with interest.

Tang Yu's eyes were sharp, and he seemed to see a book from the table next to the old man.

"Book?"

Without any hesitation, Tang Yu leaned towards the old man.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a gust of wind behind him and heard someone say, "Be careful..."

He suddenly turned his head.

I saw a gray ball flying towards me like a cannonball.

Subconsciously, he suddenly turned sideways, raised his foot, and the ball hit him hard, and he quickly unloaded his strength.

But the ball was too powerful and the ball was very heavy, so he almost shouted out. Fortunately, he practiced football when he was a child, and had a court in junior high school. After school, he occasionally kicked a few times, and he was a little basic, but he finally removed the ball.

Removed the ball, gently picked it up with your toes, and the ball turned into an arc and was picked up again into the field.

“Huh?”

The crowd of onlookers couldn't help but exclaim.

One of the young men came over in surprise and said, "Brother, do you have the ability to cuju?"

"Chu...ju?"

"Uh..." Tang Yu's mind was wandering for a long time, and it seemed that in ancient China, he seemed to call football Cuju, but he didn't expect it to be called Cuju.

"I...I mainly like to watch... Haha, I'm too weak, I can't fight..."

"Confrontation?" The young man frowned, obviously not understanding the meaning of confrontation. Tang Yu blew and said, "It means weak..."

The young man raised his eyebrows and said, "Is this an allusion?" He fell into deep thought for a moment.

Tang Yu was stunned. He couldn't explain. He just smiled embarrassedly, but naturally walked to a group of scholars.

He glanced at the table next to him, and there was indeed a book on it.

The cover of the line-mounted blue, and the title of the book is "Minutes of New Learning".

As soon as he read the title of the book, he felt someone noticed him. He quickly looked up and happened to meet the gaze of the white-haired old man on the rattan chair.

"Old...Old sir...Okay!"

The old man with white hair nodded gently, looked at Tang Yu up and down, with a kind expression and said lightly: "I think the little brother should be a scholar. Can scholars from Dachu also cuju?"

"Uh..." Tang Yu pondered for a moment and said, "I...I prefer..."

A touch of playfulness flashed across the eyes of the old man with a smile on his face, and he said, "It's rare. I didn't expect that the scholars of Chu were not all pedantic. Little brother, do you have fame and fortune?"

Tang Yu shook his head and said awkwardly: "Old sir, are we here to watch the ball? When it comes to fame and fame, how can it be a bad scenery?"

The white-haired old man was stunned, laughed and said, "Okay, okay, no fame!"

"Speak for wine, my little brother and I have a few drinks!"

wine?

Tang Yu looked at the red wine in the goblet with great interest, and he was both surprised and friendly.

Unexpectedly, there was red wine here.

I took a sip and the taste of red wine is mellow and timeless, and it is a good wine! He actually doesn't know much about wine, but he still remembers the general taste after drinking red wine on earth.

Now drinking this wine feels like the same as on the earth, so I think it’s pretty good.

The white-haired old man seemed to be very good at drinking. The two of them drank and watched the ball, occasionally cheering for love, and Tang Yu felt a trance.

If you change the red wine to Coke and beer, it will really taste like watching the football on the earth.
Chapter completed!