Because Wang Tuantuan didn't know where Gao Yue's two golds came from, but she guessed that the gold should not be easy (Wang Tuantuan guessed wrong this time), Gao Yue spent money to hold a feast to restore the morale and academic style of the Imperial College, and enhance Taofenpeng's reputation. She had no intention of objection at all, but was worried that the final result was: Gao Yue spent all his money, but he only ended up being ridiculed and rolled his eyes.

But Gao Yue did not hesitate at all. He solemnly pushed the two horse hoofs on the stone table, "Tuantuan is the chief of this banquet, I will ask you for the task of singing; and Yang Duzhi is the Tuansi, the dishes and tea fruits, please ask you for you."

Yang Miaoer sighed and further persuaded Gao Yue, "This is not just our business - for example, you can't let your disciples who attend the banquet wear those shabby and half-old clothes, right?"

Gao Yue smiled slightly and explained to Duzhi that I had found the largest rental clothing shop in Chongrenfang, where there were 80% of the new clothes that many wealthy families threw away after washing, which were bright and beautiful (in fact, this set I bought from there). The cost of renting for one day was very cheap. I gave one set to the disciples who gave the Imperial College to the public. The rent fee for a day was only 80 yuan. The 30th person was only three cents together, which was called "good and saver."

As for the others, I don’t have to worry about you. I will naturally find ways to solve them one by one in my senior year of high school.

After saying that, Gao Yue stood up and said goodbye, "In addition, I have no choice but to go and say to Cai Fonu, I will give him the goods and the mule transportation of vegetables and jerky foods, and tell him not to refuse, because I have something more important to say to him at that time."

After the explanation, Gao Yue went there with confidence, leaving behind half-believing and half-doubted Duzhi and Wang Tuantuan.

The eight hundred evening drums were about to ring, Gao Yue left Pingkangfang and walked to the edge of Mingke, Shengye Temple.

In an empty sandy field in front of the curved alley, his little calligraphy master Wu Cailuan was standing there, with an inflatable Ju ball under his boots, and thirty feet away were five or six children in the square, each with a horn combing, with men and women in line, snot, staring at the smug Wu Cailuan.

Outside the venue, there is also a scholar who is idle and has nothing to do, responsible for ringing the gongs.

Behind the child is a "goal" made of two bamboo poles, which are intersected with net ropes.

"Boys remember it. This is the ninth time for the young woman to Cuju. If she hits the goal again, she will have to be willing to accept the loss."

"We will never let you succeed again this time!" The children grimaced at Wu Cailuan, and their bodies were tighter, protecting the goal.

The fierce sound of gongs sounded, and the breeze stirred up waves of sand and soil. When Gao Yue saw it, Wu Cailuan smiled with confidence, and her hair was swaying gently with the wind.

On the other side of the dirt field, Gao Yue saw two yellow-shirted guests wearing hard-haired hair watching. One was of medium figure, with a beard and fair skin, about thirties, and a young man who was not yet in his prime. These two people probably have been watching here for a long time.

"Bang!" The monks suddenly sounded the small gong, which was the signal of Cuju.

Wu Cailuan raised her feet like lightning and was about to kick the Ju ball!

The children said nervously and couldn't help but pounce on them in various postures.

But Wu Cailuan just made a fake move. She didn't kick at all. After the children were tilted around, they gently raised Cuju with their toes and raised it to their eyebrows. Then they rotated the skirt and brushed the horse bun. They kicked it lightly, and a bang sound. The Ju ball passed through the gap between the bodies of five or six children, and steadily entered the bamboo pole goal, and the net rope swayed.

"Damn it!" The dark-skinned boy who led the lead watched Cailuan Cuju enter the entrance, and could only kneel on the ground with his teeth and hammer the sand and soil hard.

"Hengli, you have tried your best... but the little woman's Cuju is too strong, haha." Wu Cailuan walked over, touched the boy's head, and then lifted the spoils: a basket of peach, plum, fruits and chicken eggs in an open manner, and prepared to go back.

"Stop, what's the ability to bully the little boy? Compete with me." Seeing Hengli sad, the yellow shirt guest came to his loyalty, so he put down his slingshot and stepped into the sand and soil field.

The little man also followed Huang Shanke, pinned Shakuhachi (1) behind his waist and walked in.

"The evening drum is ringing, I won't play with you anymore." Boss Wu Cailuan was unhappy, so he pointed to the sunset in the sky and saw Gao Yue, "Oh, Yisong is here."

"I have something to tell the master."

"Go to the gate of the scripture writing house and finish your sentence quickly."

As a result, Huang Shanke expressed his anger at the two of them ignoring him, so he picked up the Juqiu with his toes and kicked it like a needle embroidery. The children applauded and cheered, taking the opportunity to help: "Don't leave Wu Cailuan, compete with this great man again, otherwise they would be a turtle with their heads!"

"How about we add some lottery? If you win, this string of money will be yours! If you lose, return all the basket and food to the child." After that, the yellow-shirted guest threw a string of beautiful green money on the goal bamboo pole and hung it, making a clang.

"Master, do you want to have money?" Gao Yue asked.

Wu Cailuan had a "how could it be" expression on her face, and then she turned around with Gao Yue, "Dare you ask about the name of the Lord of the Lord?"

"Tang Yong!" The yellow-soldier introduced himself boldly, and then pointed to the little man beside him and said, "His name is Tang An."

The boy smiled at Gao Yue provocatively, and then stood on tiptoe and picked several Gao Hua in a row.

Wu Cailuan didn't pay attention, but Gao Yue was stunned, because when he saw the little man cuju, his chest was obviously shaking violently, and he could feel it through his yellow shirt...

"This little brother's chest muscles are not ordinary... Alas, this kind of thing really happened, but it is not uncommon in the Tang Dynasty, right?" Gao Yue sighed in surprise, and then he winked at Wu Cailuan, then looked afraid, bowing to Tang Yong and Tang An and said, "Although my master knows Cuju a little, it seems that he is far less proficient than the two of you. Why don't you let us kick first?"

Tang Yong sneered a few times and quickly agreed.

On the sandy field, Gao Yue and Wu Cailuan each stepped on a Ju ball, while Tang Yong and Tang An stood in front of the door with confidence. The two sides were more than twenty feet apart, and there were at some point in the surroundings full of children and folks watching the fun.

"Master, I'll kick the little man's chest. After he was frightened and squatted down, you will kick Ju Qiu over his head and we will win."

"Yi Song, you fool, your Juqiu is like kicking the kid's chest. I'll kick it over again. This little man will block our two Juqiu."

"Don't worry, Master, he will definitely be frightened and squat down."

"Oh, I just listen to you, but if you lose, the loss will be recognized by you..."

As soon as Wu Cailuan agreed, Gao Yue suddenly shouted at the little man, "Kick you in the chest!"
Chapter completed!