The Little Officials of the Song Dynasty Chapter 181: The national boom

It was not yet dawn, but Wu Yilang got up and woke his son.

Wu Xiaolang hugged the quilt tightly, very sleepy, "Dad, I don't want to get up..."

Wu Yilang also yawned, "Get up, do you still want to watch the Cuju match? If it's late, you can only watch it by climbing a tree."

As soon as Wu Xiaolang heard this, he was instantly refreshed, turned over and got up from the warm quilt, "Hurry up, let's go quickly!"

Xiao Lang his mother got up in a daze, "Let's go after breakfast, I'll do it now."

"What else do we have for breakfast? Let's buy something to eat at Kaibao Temple." Wu Yilang said.

"Yes." Wu Xiaolang dressed in three or five times, "Dad, let's hurry up, I want to sit in front."

"Okay, son, I'll drive the mule." Wu Yilang drove the mule out, carried his son up, and rode the mule to Kaibao Temple.

At this time, the sky was only bright, and outside the Kaibao Temple, the temple had not yet opened, but there was already a queue outside. Wu Yilang saw that there were not too many people, and he was a little anxious, "Son, you go to line up, Dad will send mules first."

Wu Xiaolang nodded and ran wildly.

Wu Yilang deposited the mule at a familiar store next to him, and then went to the queue, found Wu Xiaolang, and stood there. After a while, there were already many more people behind them.

Wu Yilang rejoiced in his heart that they had split up.

There was a smell, and the hawker pushed the cart and sold along the line, "You Tiao, the prime minister's fried fritters are fresh, fragrant and crispy-"

Wu Yilang and Wu Xiaolang's stomach made a "gurgling" sound at the same time, Wu Yilang shouted: "Give me three!"

There are also voices coming from the side.

"I'll take two too."

"I want one."

……

The peddler smiled and handed over the dough sticks one by one to collect the money. His business has gotten better since the tryouts started.

Of course, there is also indifference, they have either eaten it or are waiting to see if there is any other breakfast.

Wu Yilang was nibbling on fried dough sticks and heard someone discussing today's game behind him.

"I see, this time the Xiejie team will definitely win." A middle-aged man said, rubbing his hands together, "Just captain Yang Zong, I used to be in Xiejie, I met him, and he was on the street. Play ball, kick wherever you want, God!"

"Hey, what's this, I've had dinner with him! It's just that he hasn't put up a stall recently. Instead, it's his younger brother. I heard that he practices hard at home every day."

"Actually, I don't think so. The Shenfeng team is also very good. Do you remember the last game at Daxiangguo Temple? Who was it for? In short, that's God! I scored a goal before I could count ten! I didn't even see what was going on."

Wu Yilang hasn't spoken yet, but Wu Xiaolang is already nibbling on the fried dough sticks and shouting vaguely: "The Xiejie team, the Xiejie team is the best!"

Everyone laughed when they looked at the kid, "You little doll, you also support the Xiejie team."

Wu Xiaolang nodded vigorously, "Of course!"

Anyway, when I was queuing, I was idle, and everyone had a heated discussion, including Wu Yilang.

At this time, a young man in a blue jacket, tightly covered by a hat, earmuffs, mask, and gloves, walked up to them, "Hello, I'm sorry, I'm a reporter from the "Tokyo Daily", may I ask Can I ask you a few questions?"

The scene was silent for a moment, then broke out.

"It's a reporter from the Tokyo Daily News—"

"Oh my God, are we going to be in the newspaper?"

"Ask, ask, will you write our names?"

……

"Please calm down." The reporter was obviously accustomed to this scene. First, he took out his work card from his arms and showed it to everyone. His name was written on it: Cai Wei.

——I heard that some time ago, Kaifeng Prefecture arrested several rogues who pretended to be reporters to cheat food and drink. Since then, the Tokyo Daily has stipulated that they must carry their work cards with them and show them before interviews, regardless of whether they are interviewed. The subject has not asked to see.

The identification method of this work permit has also been published in the newspaper.

After showing the work permit, Cai Wei took out the pen, ink and paper from his pocket, and began to ask questions and narrate. At the same time, he felt a little sad.

Alas, the chances of the Hanlin Academy and the Imperial Censorship Station producing geniuses are too high. Many of his colleagues don't need to bring pen and paper for interviews, just memorize them.

"You all came to watch the game? What time did you line up?"

"Where do you live farthest? What time do you get up?"

"Which team do you like? Do you have a favorite player?"

Cai Wei inquired and wrote down some meaningful answers. At this time, there were already many people around, all of them staring with bated breath, watching Cai Wei ask questions, or marvel at the speed of his writing.

Finally, Cai Wei asked their names again, which immediately caused another commotion.

Wu Yilang said excitedly: "Are we going to the Tokyo Daily?"

Cai Wei smiled and said: "I might as well, if our editor-in-chief approves my manuscript, then you will be able to see your name in the next issue of the newspaper."

If the previous one had apparently been ignored, everyone cheered.

Wu Xiaolang also excitedly dragged his father, imagining that his name would appear in the report. One of his classmates was in the school and was interviewed on behalf of everyone. He still walks with his chin held high.

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Yun Yan returned with a bag of fruit in her hands, and looked around on tiptoe - there are too many people here today, he and Zhao Yunchu came together, just went to buy some snacks for watching the game, just came back After that, it was overwhelmed by the crowd, and Zhao Yunchu was nowhere to be found.

Today's game is a competition between two popular Cuju teams, one is a private Cuju team from a certain royal family, and the other is a folk grassroots Cuju team. The players turned out to be a group of hawkers who set up stalls, so The team name is also rudely called "Xiejie Team".

Because they've played several games, both have supporters. However, there are obviously more supporters of the latter, just by looking at the scene today - most people are holding the support items of the Xiejie team.

Flags with slogans, bandages, etc., are all sold around...

After all, the members of Xiejie are all civilians, which makes the people of Bianjing, especially those in Xiejie, have a sense of identity. Seeing the Xiejie team come down step by step, it is already the last few decisive games, which makes them very happy and even more excited.

"Master Yun?" In the crowd, someone tapped Yun Yanhui on the shoulder.

Yunyan turned around and saw that it was a reporter from "Tokyo Daily", "Xiao Cai, are you the only one to interview?"

Cai Wei shyly said: "There are two colleagues, we are in charge of different parts, they are interviewing the Cuju team, I am interviewing the audience, are you waiting here?"

"I'm waiting for Zhao Yunchu, I got separated from him." Yun Yan replied helplessly.

"There are indeed too many people here today." Cai Wei also had lingering fears when he thought that he almost dropped his shoes.

Yunyan looked back at his face, and the bulging burden full of manuscript papers, and said, "You must be quite tired, right? It's good to be busy with the trials. The normal schedule of the league is not so tight."

"Although I'm tired, I'm very happy." Cai Wei thought that before the trials started, his part didn't attract much attention. But after the trials started, the attention went up.

I don't know why, but for a moment, everyone seems to be paying attention to the Cuju League! Several Cuju teams have become famous overnight, especially those grass-roots teams. Among them are folk artists and merchants.

But overnight, they went from being illiterate to being a big celebrity in Bianjing, and they were sought after by countless people.

This was witnessed by Cai Wei with his own eyes, which made him very emotional.

Because of the Cuju competition, I can often get in touch with the players of various Cuju teams, so Cai Wei has a lot of relatives and friends in his family, who I didn't contact before suddenly found him, and I hoped that I could help me and give me a gift. Or a ball used by a player you like...

Not to mention, because the event was well written, some readers wrote to the editorial department to praise it.

Yun Yan looked back at Cai Wei with a smile, all of which seemed to be what he had experienced. Whether it is hardship or happiness, all kinds of tastes are mixed, and it also brings him valuable life experience, and will benefit endlessly in the years to come.

Cai Wei said embarrassedly, "I'm going to interview the merchants around, sorry."

"Let's go." Yun Yan said goodbye to him back, looked around, climbed to a horse tie-stone, looked over, it was really crowded, couldn't see clearly, so she shouted Zhao Yunchu's name.

Zhao Yunchu jumped up in the crowd, "Brother Yan, I'm here!"

If Xin Qiji hadn't been born, Zhao Yunchu would definitely quote his "suddenly looking back" sentence to describe his mood.

Zhao Yunchu was also looking for Yun Yan to return. With his strength, he was crowded out of his original position before, which was really scary.

Yun Yanhui jumped down again, Zhao Yunchu also squeezed to the side of Shuan Ma Shi, and had a reconciliation with Yun Yanhui. It was a cold day, but there was sweat on his face.

The two went to the gate of the temple together and showed their identification before they were released.

When a certain number of people are accommodated, Kaibao Temple will be closed. Even so, there are still so many people outside. Luckily, I can climb a tree and watch the game from a distance. If there is no tree to climb, you can only sit on the ground and listen to the sound.

In order to hold the competition, these temples, which were used as venues, were specially trimmed out of a piece of land, and the audience seats were set up as Yun Yanhui said, stepped, which is convenient for viewing.

The audience is already packed, it's completely free, and the first to come is the first to come, so there are always die-hard fans lining up outside.

When Yun Yanhui and Zhao Yunchu arrived, just as the players came in, the audience was deafening with a mixture of screams and applause.

This also triggered a chain reaction, and everyone outside shouted, cheering for the cuju team he likes, even if they can't see it, let them understand their support.

The Cuju players on the court waved from time to time to greet them. Such a big battle is all directed at him, even if there are some Cuju artists, he has never seen it.

After fighting all the way, even the grassroots of the Xiejie team, the psychological quality is very different from the past.

Zhao Yunchu saw this scene and said with emotion: "There are more people every time. The last time I went to the street, the whole street was also discussing the Cuju League."

This really swept the city, everyone was discussing the game, and they all recited the names of their favorite Cuju team members. Since the "Tokyo Daily" has interviewed some popular Cuju teams, their personal information is also well known by fans.

"This shows that we have succeeded." Yun Yan replied.

Zhao Yunchu: "Well, I was thinking, what will happen to these losers in the future? After they have gone through all this."

Whoever wins can become a professional Cuju team player in the future, and whoever loses is one step away, and there are two worlds.

"You reminded me," Yun Yan replied calmly, "in a few months, you can ask Tokyo Daily to do an interview with the inflatable team."

Zhao Yunchu: "..."

On the field, the head of the Xiejie team kicked off with a dazzling kick, which kicked off the game, and the cheers of the two sides were heard one after another.

Yunyan's reply came into Zhao Yunchu's voice: "By the way, you applied last time to combat the phenomenon of private betting on the results of the game. How is it?"

Zhao Yunchu nodded hurriedly: "It has been approved, and Baofutai also promised to start cleaning as soon as possible."

"That's good," Yun Yan replied solemnly, "When the league starts, we can open the official lottery..."

Zhao Yunchu: "..."

Yunyan replied: "What are you looking at! I warn you, don't look at me like this! Instead of making money from black casinos, wouldn't it be better for us to regularize it? It can also fill the national treasury by the way. Do you want to make this money, I'm all for the country and the people!!"