Rebirth: The whole family travels through time together: Fubao Koi is busy eating melons

In that ancient and quiet village, the sun shines in every corner, warm and gentle.

Fu Zhishang rubbed his chin with his rough hands, his eyes full of emotion: "My family has been illiterate for generations, I never thought that my kid would have the opportunity to step into the gate of school in the future. Oh, I just hope that the school can be completed as soon as possible."

His voice was filled with infinite expectations and joy for the future.

"That's right."

The people around him echoed him, their faces also filled with longing for the future.

Fu Zhishang sighed, and then said firmly: "Okay, if we want the school to be built as soon as possible, we must first tidy up the new home. Only when the home is settled can the heart be settled, and the school will naturally come to fruition. Don't dawdle, for our children to learn to read and write as soon as possible, we have to work harder!"

He looked at everyone present with bright eyes.

Fu Zhishang's words were like a spring breeze, blowing away the hesitation in people's hearts and arousing everyone's enthusiasm.

"Got it!"

Everyone spoke in unison, their voices full of excitement and determination.

Everyone stopped talking and turned to look at the children under the shade of the trees. Their innocent smiles were like the sweetest spring water in summer, nourishing their hearts. Their energy instantly doubled, and their hearts felt as if they were filled with honey, sweet and full of strength.

The morning passed quietly as the story ended, and activities followed one after another in the afternoon.

When teaching the children to play Cuju, Zhang Lao Da knew that his physical condition was not suitable for playing on the court himself. This awareness made him feel a little helpless, but it was more of an expectation for the children's future.

Mrs. Zhang was particularly concerned about this matter. After lunch, she stayed close to Mr. Zhang and never left his side, for fear that he would get carried away and ignore her own body.

"Don't worry, I won't play, I'll just watch from the side. With Uncle Er around, the kids will learn better."

Boss Zhang comforted his wife gently, his words revealing firmness and trust.

Xu Liyun held her little princess in her arms and held the little prince in her other hand. She stood quietly by the side, looking at Zhang Lao Da and his wife, her eyes full of understanding and warmth. Without saying much, everything was self-evident.

Zhang Wuya gently held Zhang Louxuan's other hand. The little boy always liked to stick to his brother Zhang Mingyi. When he saw his brother was about to step into the Cuju field, he eagerly wanted to follow him. His little feet kept stretching forward, as if he wanted to break free and rush into the ocean of joy.

Xu Liyun and Zhang Wuya each pulled one side and finally managed to calm the little rascal down.

However, even though he was held so tightly, the little boy still refused to be lonely. He kept kicking his little feet outwards, as if he would not give up until he achieved his goal.

Xu Liyun initially thought that the child was really anxious, but after careful observation, she found that the little guy seemed to be enjoying this dilemma and was laughing mischievously.

Understanding the child's cleverness, Xu Liyun let him act as he pleased.

Although the design of the Cuju field imitates the modern style, after careful adjustment by Zhang Laoer, it is more suitable for the actual situation of the village. The area has been reduced, making it easier to manage.

The venue is surrounded by strong ropes to form a boundary, and several elders are kindly guarding on both sides to prevent onlookers from accidentally intruding, ensuring both safety and a sense of order.

Zhang Laoer stood in the center of the court with a simple Cuju in his hand. He carefully tied red and blue headbands on the players on both sides of the game to distinguish the teams.

He thought to himself that he would have to find some good materials to make a new batch of Cuju in the future, because the current one was indeed not durable enough, but for now he had to make do with it.

"Okay, today is everyone's first time to play Cuju. It's mainly for fun, so we'll try to simplify the rules. If they're too complicated, it'll lose its fun. We'll learn the complicated rules later. But there are a few basic rules to remember: Cuju, as the name suggests, emphasizes the word 'cuju', which means you kick the ball with your feet. You can't touch the ball with your hands, and you can't push your opponent. If you violate the rules twice, you'll be automatically kicked off the court and replaced. Do you see the goal frames at both ends? It's simple. As long as you kick the ball into the opponent's goal frame, you'll score one point. Now, each team will draw lots to decide the order of appearance. The first twelve players drawn will go on first, and the rest will wait outside."

Qi Yang handed over two bundles of bamboo sticks that he had prepared at the right time. He did not participate in the competition himself, but served as a scorer.

The children were so excited to experience Cuju for the first time that they rushed forward to draw the lottery tickets.

Since they were illiterate, they had to take turns using sticks to ask Zhang Laoer and Qi Yang.

When he found out that he would not play in the first round, he felt like a balloon that had been popped. His little face was filled with disappointment, and he walked to the side with heavy steps to wait.

Just as Zhang Laoer was about to continue explaining the rules, a young man ran in from outside the court and attracted everyone's attention.

Xu Liyun had sharp eyes and recognized immediately, wasn't this the young man she met this morning?

"Brother, I heard that only children under fifteen and over ten can play Cuju?"

She pointed suspiciously at the boy who was clearly over the age limit.

"Well, everyone in the village who is fifteen years old or older is helping with the housework, and those who come here to play football are just the right age to do so."

Zhang Lao Da explained that he knew that children who were too young were not suitable for such strenuous activities.

"What about him? Sister-in-law, do you still remember him?"

Xu Liyun turned to ask Mrs. Zhang. After all, Mr. Zhang seldom went out on weekdays and had only been going out more frequently recently.

Mrs. Zhang frowned and shook her head slightly to indicate that she didn't know him.

"I know!"

Zhang Wuya on the side suddenly interrupted.

"you know?"

This was surprising. Zhang Wuya didn't go out much on weekdays. If Zhang Ming knew it, people would be more convinced.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhang were also obviously surprised, and the three of them all showed suspicious expressions.

When Zhang Wuya saw everyone’s disbelief, her face tightened and she turned around, as if saying, “I won’t tell you unless you ask me.”

"Qianqian, who is that child? Tell Daddy."

Seeing this, Fu Zhishang hurriedly tried to comfort his daughter. Her expression made him curious.

"Humph! He is just an annoying guy. His family lives in the neighboring Honggou Village, and his aunt is the grandmother of the Fu family in our village. In the past, the two families visited each other frequently, but since the drought, I haven't seen them go over there."

Zhang Wuya's expression showed obvious displeasure and avoidance, which was not common under normal circumstances. It made people wonder whether this boy had done something disgusting.

Mrs. Zhang didn't notice anything wrong, but Zhang Lao Da and Xu Liyun were very careful and couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that this person had done something that made Zhang Wuya so disgusted?

"Qianqian, have you forgotten what your father taught you?"

There was a hint of seriousness in Mr. Zhang's tone. He loved his daughter very much on weekdays, but he was never careless about her education.

Zhang Wuya realized her father's displeasure and quickly defended herself: "I know it's wrong to gossip about people behind their backs, but that person always pesters Aunt Lan, making Aunt Lan annoyed. Juan'er said he is like a toad who doesn't know his place and wants to eat swan meat. Even Uncle Qi has warned him, but he still won't stop."

There was a hint of indignation in her tone, and she was obviously dissatisfied with the boy's behavior.