I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

There are many ways to play Cuju.

It can almost be said that a market has its own way of playing, and a group of people has a way of playing with a group of people-although they all want to kick the ball into the goal.

Some will ask how many times to pass the ball, and some will ask what kind of action must be taken.

None of them can come out and unify the rules of all regions.

The main reason is, why do I play like this in my city, after I kicked with you, I have to adapt to your rules, can't you adapt to our rules?
No one obeys anyone.

It's different now, there are rules that Yin Xuan came up with.

For a No. [-] figure like Zhengyanggong, these people are convinced of the rules he put forward-not to mention providing better balls.

They don't look at their status, but just look at the face of the ball. They don't have any objections to using the latest rules.

Li Shimin held the ball in his arms and was stunned.

He felt that he was played by Yin Xuan, and he paid for it himself and begged Yin Xuan to come and play.

He looked at the smiling Yin Xuan.

It's definitely a conspiracy.

Show yourself the blueprint of the factory to arouse your curiosity, that is, you have grasped your own temperament, knowing that you will come up with this method to rob us by force, oh, no, it is fair competition!
In fact, it is to catch one's own strong man.

Ask yourself to send someone to play a game with him to promote things like the new style of Cuju.

Yes, I thought this was a showdown occasion.

Perhaps in the eyes of this Duke of Zhengyang, it was just a publicity campaign for nothing.

Li Shimin's fist hardened.

I have been busy for so many days, and the result is for this hundred articles.

After Yin Xuan talked to these people about the sale of the football, he turned his head again, looked at Li Shimin, and asked with some doubts: "Why are you so sad, and you got the ball you wanted, aren't you happy?"

Li Shimin laughed uglier than crying.

He nodded, his voice choked: "No, I'm just too happy."

Yin Xuan clapped his hands: "Just be happy, let's go, go back, there will be supper at night."

Li Shimin's heart skipped a beat, and he wanted to cry even more.

Tomorrow's court meeting, how could he have the time to eat supper, eat two bites of skewers, he has to go back before the curfew, oh...now there is no curfew in Huaizhen Square.

The soldiers watched Zhengyang just talking to his majesty, they were more urgent than Li Shimin, and wanted to shut Yin Xuan's mouth.

But shut up, please stop talking.

Didn't see His Majesty's complexion getting uglier.

Your Majesty spoils you so much, I will definitely not take that anger on you, but we are different, we just lost the game, the more His Majesty is angry, the more punishment I and my group will receive...

Facts always conflict with imagination.

Although Li Shimin was angry, he didn't want to vent his anger on these soldiers. The biggest problem with today's loss in the game was not the players who played football.

You are the one who is primarily responsible.

Although I have considered the problem of formation, I think Cuju is too simple, also...Although the goal is big, compared with the original Cuju, there is one more goalkeeper.

Although the field has become larger, the physical confrontation has not weakened, and even because the field has become larger, the range of movements can be made larger.

as well as…

The off-court factor that Li Shimin didn't even think about.

Without these people who join in the fun and watch the game, I am afraid that the mentality of my soldiers would not collapse so quickly.

Really interesting.

Li Shimin returned to the imperial city with the ball in his arms, startling Empress Changsun—from her point of view, it was horrifying.

The sky was dark and the sky was dark, and Li Shimin was holding the ball again, and his arms were even more gloomy.It looked like he was holding his head, and he laughed out loud from time to time.

After seeing clearly that it was a ball, Empress Changsun breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost scared her asthma out.

Wanbaolou started to sell footballs, but Fengchao's output was not high - this thing was actually just a by-product of experimenting with rubber thermoplastic processing tools.

There can be more than 20 every day when there are many, and there are only seven or eight when there are few.

Not yet.

It may be seven or eight o'clock in the morning today, and it will be four or five o'clock in the afternoon tomorrow, or it will be twelve o'clock or thirteen o'clock in the noon.

Readers are dying of headaches.

If you want to buy a cuju, you have to be lucky-they don't have as much time as the children. The children can wait in front of the Wanbao Building for a day, and these sad adults can't do it.

Therefore, most of the cuju from Wanbaolou went into the pockets of children.

Only when luck is good, scholars can just happen to see a football being delivered, and they can buy it easily.

The rules of the new style of Cuju have also been popularized.

Children playing ball can be seen in the streets and alleys, um... so the sales of Wanbaolou's glass have become higher. After all, there are always those children with bad footwork, who are easy to kick the glass windows and so on.

The football sold out for four or five days.

On this day, Yin Xuan had just received the guests at noon.

A few men in common clothes stood obediently outside the restaurant door, raising and lowering their feet, timid and timid, not daring to come in.

Di Renjie was stunned, and looked back at Yin Xuan.

Yin Xuan nodded with a soft smile.

Di Renjie could read his eyes, he walked out slowly, and went to several people: "Guests, what's the matter?"

Seeing this delicate young gentleman being so polite, they were taken aback, which made them more restrained.

A group of people looked around, left and right, pacing tremblingly as if they were stepping on charcoal fire.

Di Renjie waited patiently.

After a while, these people gritted their teeth and pushed out a person: "Xiao Langjun, we... want to see Lord Zhengyang."

Di Renjie smiled slightly: "What are you asking for?"

A group of people stared round, some did not understand what Di Renjie meant.

Di Renjie explained in plain language: "That's why I visited Mr. Zhengyang."

The person who spoke suddenly nodded his head: "Oh, we want to ask the Cuju field outside Zhengyang Gongcheng, if it is rented out, how much is the price?"

"We...we want to play a game on it."

There is something longing in their eyes.

Di Renjie didn't expect such a thing, he thought to himself, it should be impossible, and his boss in that stadium attaches great importance to it.

It took more than 100 yuan for the construction alone, a piece of land with nothing built on it, and so much price was paid.

How could it be borrowed and used casually.

But... I am not qualified to help refuse.

Di Renjie bowed to them and said, "Wait a moment, I'll go in and report to Lord Zhengyang."

A few honest people nodded, and the look of anticipation in their eyes became more intense.