The stadium in Fangcaodi is the second largest stadium in Lingao - second only to the stadium originally built by the Senate for military parades and celebrations. However, the facilities are much simpler. There is no grand rostrum and no decent stands: rostrum
The stands are simple buildings with iron frames and wooden boards. When there are large-scale sports events on campus, students have to bring their own benches to the stadium.
The utilization rate of the stadium in Fangcaodi is very high. The physical education classes of the 200 housekeeping classes are fully scheduled. There are eight classes in the morning and evening. There is not a single class in the stadium where several classes are not doing sports at the same time. After school, there is no shortage of sports.
Artificial lighting is used, so such competitions can only be arranged after spring when the days are getting longer.
The rugby game introduced by the Senate is English rugby, which is relatively less confrontational and does not require complicated protective gear. A simple rattan helmet and cotton kneepads will do just fine.
Rugby games are highly confrontational, tense, entertaining, have a strong team spirit, and are more complex in tactical arrangements. For the Senate, which adheres to the "militarism" mentality, the game is a
It is a very suitable sports event. Therefore, this competition has been popularized since the beginning of Yanchang Village. Over the past few years, a simple competition system has gradually formed among the naturalized people in Lingao. Every factory, farm, and army has amateur sports
Teams, Parkview Academy not only has its own representative team, but also has school leagues for different age groups within the academy.
The game was at one o'clock in the afternoon, and Huang Henkun was going to watch the game. Except for Liu Dalin, who wanted to take a break in the afternoon, everyone else in the visiting group heard that there was an Australian football show to watch, and they all expressed their intention to go with him - it was definitely better than being on campus.
It’s much more interesting to take courses that you don’t understand at all.
The local gentry is willing to come and observe. Dong Yizhi is very welcome. For something like this that can spread influence, the more the better.
At this moment, the people in the observation group have already sat in the stands next to the stadium - students are not organized to watch the game, and the learning pressure is high, so only one-third of the stands in the stadium are occupied, and there are still some stragglers scattered around the venue.
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Because it was not a formal game, there were no special VIP seats, and of course no one was responsible for the reception. It was only under the personal intervention of Mr. Dong that the visiting group was led to the row of stands closest to the venue.
A group of gentry literati wearing long robes and buns were sitting in the stands. Elder Dong felt a strong sense of discomfort.
Sure enough, the gown and bun were not suitable for the Senate. He muttered secretly.
Just when he was thinking divergently about the order to shave his head, a student ran over and reported that the competition was ready. He was just waiting for him to announce the start.
Dong Yizhi is not only the host of the game, but also the referee. In fact, he is also the coach of the two teams. Since no one among the veterans has actually played rugby, let alone the British style, he can only read the book before becoming a judge.
He is just a coach. Dong Yuanlao, who can only play a few footballs, managed to get into the game with the help of books and a small amount of video materials.
After the first kick-off, the Molixuan soldiers sat in the stands and stared blankly at the stadium - although they could not understand the changes on the field. At that time, they probably understood that two groups of people were grabbing a ball and then trying their best to hit the goal.
This crude "ball game" stunned the scholars. Some of them were more widely read or had been to big places like Guangzhou, so they naturally associated this kind of ball game with Cuju.
Although Cuju was most prosperous in the Tang and Song Dynasties, it was also very popular among ordinary people in the Ming Dynasty. At that time, Cuju had been reduced to a performative "play" or an activity for self-entertainment, losing the competition between two teams before the Song Dynasty.
The content and even reputation are not very good - the professional Cuju organization "Yuanshe" plays the role of a helper in the market. Most of them serve wealthy families and high-end brothels.
Children from good families like Huang Bingkun, who come from a "farming and studying family", don't even watch activities like Cuju. They completely regard it as a low-class thing.
Australians also play Cuju. Their first reaction is that the Australians calling themselves "Miao descendants of the Song Dynasty" have some background. Otherwise, why would they start this kind of ball game in schools? I guess it was also the work of Emperor Daojun.
Legacy.
However, as the game progressed, the members of the visiting group quickly realized that this "Australian Cuju" had nothing to do with the Cuju they had seen. Not to mention that it was a useless game with no fancy tricks. The two sides just fought back and forth. The players
Cooperating with each other, the momentum of desperately dribbling the ball to score a touchdown is a bit like arranging a formation.
Although they already knew that the Kun Thieves would "rebel" sooner or later, seeing a group of teenage children playing Cuju on the field showing a strong fighting spirit, the members of the visiting group still felt a wave of worry from the bottom of their hearts -
Most of them are not worried about the Ming Dynasty: the Ming Dynasty court is a bit far away from them and their presence is not high - but these Australians carefully cultivate young students, and the temperament they reveal is already incompatible with them. Such a group of people will be in the future
If one becomes an official of the new dynasty and becomes a "scholar-bureaucrat", how will one like himself deal with himself? Can he still be considered a "scholar" of the new dynasty?
Thinking of this, several scholars already felt a little restless. "Learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the emperor's family" has been the ultimate goal of scholars since ancient times. Now the new "emperor's family" that is about to set up another banner looks like
If you don't care about your "literary and martial arts" at all, wouldn't reading this book be in vain?! People who are quick-thinking and greedy for wealth have long been secretly wondering which books should I start reading about this Australian knowledge?
Huang Bingkun was watching the competition on the court attentively - he gradually figured out the clues. At first, he only thought that this was a brute force show, just to see who could run faster and be stronger, but gradually he understood
I found that there is quite a mystery in the formation of troops. What is even more rare is that the cooperation between the members of each team when winning and delivering the ball is exquisite. They run back and forth, attack from the flanks, and coordinate... everything is done smoothly and in one go - this is going to start.
When the battle came, they were first-class elite soldiers. Thinking of the well-organized running and exercises, Huang Bingkun suddenly had a strange thought: Could it be that the bandits ruled the country by military law?
Suddenly he felt someone pat him. He turned around and saw that it was Wang Jiayu. Mr. Wang's face was twisted with shame and anger. He whispered: "The world is really in decline! It corrupts people's hearts!"
Huang Bingkun was confused, and when he followed his gaze, he saw more than twenty female students in the stands, divided into two teams, each holding red and blue silk flowers, moving in accordance with the rhythm of the field.
There was singing and dancing there. The skirts that originally only covered the knees would flap from time to time as they danced, revealing a little bit of wheat-colored thighs above the knee-high socks.
Under their leadership, the students watching the game on the sidelines were either shouting or cheering, and it was very lively. This made the corner of the tour map watching the game look particularly deserted.
Huang Bingkun has no interest in the absolute field of female students - he thinks that it doesn't matter. What matters is that the thieves are sparing no effort to make Ming pills. If this continues, not only will the Ming Dynasty be over, but the eternal unification of China may also be destroyed by this group of people.
In the hands of fake Song Dynasty!
Seeing that he was silent, Wang Ci was about to say a few more words when suddenly a chant sounded on the field and a team announced a substitution.
The person who came on stage was none other than Huang Ping. This was the first time that Huang Bingkun saw his servant wearing shorts and shorts like this - in Huangjiazhai, servants like Huang Ping who were running around and serving in the mansion were absolutely not allowed to wear these.
Exposing legs and arms is an insult to polite clothing.
I saw that my servant Huang Ping was wearing a short coat with a big "big food number" on the front and back, a vine on his head, and thick ribbons wrapped around his joints. Huang Bingkun suddenly noticed this skinny boy next to him
He has grown taller and stronger. His exposed arms and thighs are full of strong muscles, and he is running and shouting on the field.
Not long after he came on the field, Huang Ping cooperated in an attack. Although he did not score a touchdown, the strength and agility he showed in the attack impressed Huang Bingkun - why had he never realized that this young man had such a big talent?
Skill? You must know that all the servants of the Huang family have to practice martial arts. Huang Ping is famous for being "useless" and cannot even learn the very simple Taizu Changquan.
"Australians really have the ability to turn stone into gold." Huang Bingkun was sighing when he suddenly heard Liu Dalin's voice.
"Chief of the mountain, you——"
"Wake up, I heard that you are all here to watch the battle, so I'm here to join in the fun," Liu Dalin said.
"It's sunny here, so we'd better go to the mat to watch the game." Huang Bingkun quickly helped Liu Dalin to the awning on one side. Liu Dalin seemed to be quite interested in this energetic sport and watched the games on the court from time to time.
Huang Bingkun smiled. But Huang Bingkun could no longer look at it. Suddenly, a burst of violent cheers pulled Huang Bingkun out of his daze. Huang Ping, dressed in red, was seen running quickly on the field with his hands raised high, his face
The overflowing happiness was something Huang Bingkun had never seen before. When he was confused, Liu Dalin told him:
"That's a score."
"Mountain Chief?!" Huang Bingkun was very surprised. The Mountain Chief has limited mobility and seldom goes out, but he actually knows so much about Kun Thief!
"My housekeeper's grandson is studying here. He also likes this rugby show, and I know a thing or two about it."
Just as Huang Bingkun was about to say something, Huang Ping broke away from his teammates who were chasing him with excited expressions on their faces and wanted to grab him and hug him. He ran towards his classmates' stands. A girl inside also stretched out her hands, jumped out, and hugged him closely.
They hugged each other. This move immediately made Huang Bingkun dumbfounded. His mind went blank, and he felt something collapsed in his chest. The sun shone brightly on the entire venue, but he was the only place where he stood.
There is a long shadow. (To be continued...)
ps: Sorry for stopping updating for so many days. People become lazy during the Chinese New Year. But we still have to work hard and start again.
This New Year, I have officially fallen into akb’s trap, hahahaha.