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

Zhang Wuya’s circle of friends in Zhangjia Village is not broad, but her friendship with Qi Wei is like a mountain stream, inconspicuous but always clear and lasting. The two have similar personalities, and the time they spend together is always filled with laughter.

As for Aunt Lan, this woman who was a few years older than Zhang Wuya had a gentle personality and was very caring towards Zhang Wuya. She was as kind as a sister next door, which made Zhang Wuya feel particularly close to Aunt Lan.

Therefore, when she heard that someone was trying to disturb the peaceful lives of these two important people in her heart, she couldn't help feeling unhappy.

"Grandma Fu? Which Fu family in our village are you referring to?"

Xu Liyun frowned slightly and thought secretly in her heart. After all, in Zhangjia Village, villagers with the surname Fu were not uncommon. Without a specific direction, it would be difficult to immediately lock on to the target.

"It's the Fu family that was personally selected by my second uncle to manage the village brick and tile factory. Aunt Lan and Juan'er both have complaints about them."

Zhang Wuya explained in a low voice, as if she was sharing a little secret, "Auntie Lan also told me privately that my brother should try to stay away from their son to avoid getting into trouble."

When Xu Liyun heard this, she suddenly understood that they were referring to Fu Jun's family. No wonder the aunt and nephew of the Qi family were so disgusted. She had a little understanding of the grudges behind it.

While Xu Liyun was immersed in exploring the whole story, the atmosphere on the other side of the stadium suddenly became tense.

"I want to participate in the competition too!"

A tall young man suddenly shouted, his tone full of determination that could not be refused.

"You are over the age limit for the competition and cannot participate according to the rules."

Qi Yang stepped forward quickly to stop him, with a barely perceptible hint of impatience in his voice.

This uncharacteristically serious performance immediately attracted Zhang Laoer's attention.

On weekdays, Qi Yang always looks friendly and polite to everyone, acting like an elder brother. He is deeply loved by the Zhang family and the entire village.

Zhang Laoer was surprised and confused by the unusual severity today.

"Why not? There was no age limit mentioned beforehand!"

The boy looked dissatisfied and raised his voice, almost revealing some secrets that should not be made public.

"That's enough, shut up!"

Qi Yang shouted suddenly, fearing that in this crowded place, he would affect the reputation of some elders due to his impulse, and the consequences would be disastrous.

Zhang Laoer was observing from the sidelines, guessing that there must be something unspeakable going on. Seeing that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense, he quickly stepped in to mediate:

"Well, today is the first day of the competition, which is mainly for children. If you participate, wouldn't it be considered as bullying? Be patient and wait for some time. There will be a competition specially set up for older children, and then you will be able to show your skills."

When the boy heard what the village chief said, although he was unwilling, he could only mutter "It's indeed my fault" and left unwillingly.

Zhang Laoer patted Qi Yang's shoulder gently and comforted him: "Don't take it too seriously. It's not worth getting angry over these things. It's not worth hurting your body."

Qi Yang bowed his head to apologize, feeling deeply regretful for his loss of composure. Every time he met that young man, his temper was like a lit firecracker, out of control.

"You didn't do anything wrong, no need to apologize. Okay, let's continue the game."

As for the unspoken privacy behind it, Zhang Laoer had no intention of delving into it. After all, it was of no importance to him.

Since this was the first time such an event was held, Zhang Laoer simply emphasized one basic rule: it is forbidden to touch the ball with hands during the game.

However, once the children get excited, they often ignore these rules and only regret it when they are sent off for fouls.

Zhang Laoer used a bamboo flute as a whistle and blew it until his cheeks puffed up. After several rounds of penalties for violations, the children on the field gradually learned to restrain themselves and no longer reached out to touch the football easily.

On the playing field, the teenagers were chasing each other, and the cheers and applause from the audience outside were heard one after another.

Although many people do not understand why everyone would try their best for a ball, this does not diminish their enthusiasm for participation at all. After all, enjoying the excitement and joy is the most important thing.

"See how hard that boy ran? He is the pride of our family!"

"My kid is in there too. Children should move around more like this so they grow faster."

"Why hasn't my little baby come on stage yet?"

"Don't worry, only twelve people can go up at a time, and it will be his turn soon."

"Of course you are not in a hurry. Your family is already very successful on the field."

"Oh, why was the one in my house replaced?"

"Haha, the one he changed into is from my house. Look how proud he is of it!"

"Oh no, my child fell down, don't let him get hurt, I have to go check it out."

"Wait, it's okay, he stood up by himself and started running again."

Xu Liyun was amused by the discussions of the parents around her. Everyone's eyes were fixed on their own children, and their concern and pride were beyond words.

The crowd around was noisy, including Xu Liyun's friends.

At this moment, Zhang Mingyi was moving around the court with the ball. Although he was young, he was extremely flexible and his skills were as good as any man.

"Brother! Brother!"

Not far away, Zhang Louxuan saw Zhang Mingyi and shouted excitedly, almost breaking free from Xu Liyun's arms.

Thanks to Xu Liyun's cleverness in handing her daughter over to the care of Zhang's eldest sister-in-law, the little girl stared with her bright big eyes, watching the fight quietly, looking very well-behaved, allowing Xu Liyun to free up her hands to comfort Zhang Louxuan, the restless little guy.

"Brother is so awesome!"

As soon as Zhang Ming successfully scored a goal, Zhang Louxuan jumped with excitement in his mother's arms, as if he had scored the goal himself.

Zhang Mingyi's wonderful performance won everyone's smiles and the scene was full of joy.

"Didn't the second brother explain the rules of the game to them in advance? Well, it's their first time after all. Let them have fun first. Once they fall in love with this sport, they will naturally understand the rules."

Boss Zhang simply briefly mentioned the rules, but did not elaborate on the differences in the competition venue and the number of people.

In ancient Cuju, there was usually no goalkeeper and the goal was located in the center of the field, known as the "Fengliuyan".

But this time, the game did not seem to have any abruptness, everything seemed so natural and smooth that people could not help but feel suspicious.

Driven by curiosity, Xu Liyun asked carefully, "Brother, when Brother Yan first learned Cuju, was he also full of energy and desire to explore like these children?"

Boss Zhang thought it was just her ordinary curiosity and didn't think much about it, but that warm memory emerged in his mind.

In those years, Zhang Laoer was beginning to show his talent on the Cuju field, and whenever he achieved the slightest success, people would rush to him and show off.

At that time, Zhang Laoer had superb Cuju skills. He was able to master various Cuju techniques in just one day. No one could stop him from scoring a goal, not even the goalkeeper.

"The second brother was much better than them back then. He could master all the techniques of Cuju in one day. He was the top scorer in the team at that time. The goalkeeper was useless in front of him."

The existence of a goalkeeper?