The Cuju competition, which lasted for more than an hour and a half, was finally over, but its legacy will last forever.
If you ask what is the hottest topic in the streets, teahouses and taverns of Mingzhou Prefecture recently? Even the children playing on the streets can tell you that it is definitely the Cuju competition held by the government not long ago.
Not only the local people were talking about it, but also the passing merchants were talking about it. They took the trouble to listen to the gentleman describing the grand competition of the day again and again. Among them, the competition between the prefecture escort team and the Zhao family team was the most popular, regardless of
No matter how many times I heard it, some people praised it with admiration: "You are indeed worthy of being the guard of the magistrate. He is so brave and powerful that even the Zhao family's Cuju team can't compare."
The Zhao family Cuju team was very famous in Mingzhou Prefecture before, and was regarded as the most victorious general at the top of the list. Now it was unable to fight back in front of the prefect's escort team. Everyone did not feel disappointed at all, but felt that the prefect's imperial guards had the power to fight back.
square.
Amid the praise, there were also sporadic discordant voices.
For example, now, an ordinary-looking man is singing the opposite tune: "The prefect is using his power for personal gain and misappropriating government land for private use. This cultural square will definitely make huge profits after it is established. Don't you know that the Cuju venue requires ten
The entrance fee is copper coins.”
Ten copper coins?
All the tea guests present sneered, and an old man with a gray beard asked: "Young man, you have spent more than ten copper coins sitting in the teahouse drinking tea, right?"
The man choked, rubbed his neck and said: "At least I drank this tea into my stomach. It is better than watching those unknown Cuju competitions."
"Then don't go."
Someone immediately responded: "You don't want to see it, there are many people who want to see it. I just came a step late the day before yesterday and didn't even have a chance to enter. So I climbed the wall with my good brothers to take a peek. Guess what?
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"What's going on?" Everyone's attention was immediately attracted and they asked curiously.
The little boy who spoke raised his left arm wrapped in gauze, with a proud look on his face: "Did you see that my arm broke while watching the Cuju competition! The Cuju competition was so exciting that my good brothers and I forgot to lie down.
I was on top of the wall, and I kept banging and celebrating, and accidentally fell off the wall. I broke my arm, and my good brother broke his leg. Haha!"
Everyone was speechless.
The old man with a white beard shook his head: "Young man, what's there to be proud of? Fortunately, I only broke my limbs. If my life was in danger, wouldn't I ask the white-haired person to give the black-haired person away? It's really unfilial."
The little boy had a good temper and was not angry at being taught such a lesson by an outsider. Instead, he smiled and said, "Isn't it a big deal? The doctor invited by the prefect personally bandaged my arm. Before Mrs. Ning Guo left, she also came to set up a tent for the injured.
They visited us."
"Mrs. Ning Guo?!" Everyone immediately became excited: "Boy, have you met Mrs. Ning Guo? Tell us about it."
Even the old man with the white beard stopped putting on airs and looked over curiously.
The young boy earned enough attention and said slowly: "Mrs. Ning Guo is a kind person. She looks like the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the temple. I have never seen such a beautiful noble person. When she came to the tent
, did not criticize us, but gently explained our interests and risks to us and warned us not to put ourselves in danger in the future. When she learned that we loved Cuju, she even encouraged us to participate in the Cuju Cup in the future."
Everyone was very envious of his good luck. This boy was a blessing in disguise. He was able to win the favor of his wife, and they didn't even have the chance to see it.
Some people even had a sudden thought and came up with a crooked idea: "If I climb the wall and fall next time, will my wife and the prefect also come to visit me?"
Everyone was so moved by what he said that they started to think seriously about this possibility.
The young boy was speechless. Are the people who just rightfully accused him of being unsteady and the people who are daydreaming now really the same group of people?
"Stop thinking nonsense. You probably won't have the chance to climb the wall in the future."
The young boy interrupted their musings very ruthlessly and said: "My wife said that she was not thinking carefully before and did not expect that someone would climb the wall. In the future, the prefect will ask the government officials to set up a cordon, and ordinary people will not be able to climb the wall and build ladders."
, if there are any offenders, they will be severely punished once caught."
Everyone had no choice but to give up this immature idea with a look of regret.
When their heated heads calmed down, they remembered another important point in what the young boy had just said: "The government will hold a Cuju competition in the future? Can you also participate? Are there any requirements?"
When he mentioned this, the young boy became proud: "My wife told me in advance. She said that the government will hold a Cuju Cup competition in the future. As long as good citizens can form a Cuju team to compete, each team will compete for the championship. The rewards for the champion will be very generous.
,As for how many there are..."
"How much?" everyone asked as they wished, looking very anxious.
The storyteller beside him blinked, feeling that this scene looked very familiar.
The young man, who has been listening to stories all year round and has already mastered the essence of story telling, was so embarrassed that he said slowly: "Keep it secret!"
Everyone: "..."
The old man with the white beard couldn't hold it back anymore and gave him a shudder as if he were his grandson: "You naughty kid, how can you tease others?"
The young boy covered his forehead innocently and wailed: "I'm not teasing you, that's what Mrs. Ning Guo told me. I don't know what the reward for the championship is."
Of course, what he would never admit was that it was precisely because he was hurt by Mrs. Ning Guo that he came to hurt others.
Everyone was choked. If the young boy deliberately tried to show off his skills, they would still be able to knock him out. But now it was Mrs. Ning Guo, how dare they knock Mrs. Ning Guo off?
Just thinking about it makes people feel blasphemous.
Everyone shook their bodies, and the old man with a white beard even praised her: "Mrs. Ning Guo has such a lively temper."
Everyone nodded in agreement, naturally he was lively. If he wasn't lively, why would he tease a child?
Everyone looked at the young boy and shook their heads helplessly.
Now that the topic came up, everyone started chatting enthusiastically, about the next Cuju cup, and about the prefect and Mrs. Ning Guo... No matter what, they were full of topics, enough for them to chat for ten days and nights.
No duplicates.
As for the man who made the discordant noise in the first place, he had been completely ignored by everyone intentionally or unintentionally. He found that there was no room to vent, so he got up and left angrily.
The tea guests present were chatting enthusiastically, but no one except the storyteller paid attention to his position - who would care about a person who has no sense of existence?
