Me who is popular in manga [Quick Transmigration]

Due to policy changes, there were different opinions within the imperial court on the pros and cons of going to sea, and there were endless debates about who should go to sea.

However, the Seventh Prince, the crown prince candidate, was locked up for no reason, and Emperor Feng's handwriting made the atmosphere in the capital a bit heavy invisibly.

The Duke's Mansion was naturally not affected. As soon as a certain fox soul opened its eyes, it found Sheng Baozheng lying on the ground fighting cocks.Cockfighting is really a kind of entertainment for the ancient dudes in their spare time.

Sheng Baozheng has a lot of cronies and friends. He holds a banquet every day and asks all the dandies to bring a chicken to the competition every day. The loser must be punished.

"My chicken is in estrus, and it is very aggressive. If you touch it, you will be pecked off by him! All the dogs raised by the janitor of my mansion love it!"

"My chicken is a Kaifeng chicken with relatively pure pedigree. You can see how black and shiny its feathers are, and how powerful its wings are. It's easy to twist people's necks."

"Don't care about the estrus period and the pure bloodline, the combat experience is the most important. I found someone to buy this chicken at a high price. The leader of the last cockfight match, the king of chickens, why are you afraid?"

With the clamor of the owner, countless burly and muscular chickens were put into the field like this.With their red crowns held high, sharp claws bent, and flexible necks extended, they fought before they even started, and the scene was once wild.

The fight was evenly matched.

"Ah, why did I lose again?" A dandy was so angry that he had to be coaxed to accept the punishment. They didn't fine money and didn't gamble, but they had to sacrifice the defeated chicken for the brothers to play with. .To ravage or even to enjoy.

Unexpectedly, this group of dandies are so idle on weekdays. The little fox watched coldly, feeling a little displeased in his heart. He wanted to be out of sight and out of mind, but suddenly there was a big bloody chicken leg in front of him.

A young man in a fancy dress was flattering him with a big smile on his face: "Xiaobai, do you want to eat chicken? The meat of this fighting cock is very chewy."

Seeing the smiling face on his face, although the fox's attitude was still unmoved, he was not so resistant.

"Strange, aren't foxes all carnivores? Then why doesn't the little white fox eat chicken? I always thought it was strange for foxes to eat rice." The little boy blinked his eyes, his eyelashes were black, long and thick, revealing A little puzzled, after all, the story of the fox and the chicken is widely circulated in later generations, no wonder he thinks so.

Little Fox: "..." An imperceptible gloomy flashed in his eyes.

Fortunately, Sheng Baozheng didn't think too much about it, and threw it aside when he didn't eat it, and started a Cuju match with the others.

In the Dafeng Dynasty, the sport of Cuju was very popular, but most of them were played by the nobles, who were especially good at it.There are also common people in the streets and alleys who play Cuju, but the number is not many.It's not that they are not keen, it's purely due to space constraints.

Sheng Baozheng acted as the referee. He walked around the field with his hands behind his back, his delicate face was just and awe-inspiring, and he almost blew a whistle.

When a dandy tripped Wei Ziyan on purpose, Sheng Baozheng gave him a yellow card once. The dandy looked confused, but since Sheng Baozheng was the one who was punished, he couldn't say anything.Then for the second tackle, Cuju was lifted into the air, and he subconsciously touched it with his hand. Now the yellow card turned into a red card, and he was sent off.

"My son, what kind of rules are you talking about? How can you send someone off? This has never been heard of before." He was dissatisfied, feeling that Sheng Baozheng had a good relationship with Wei Ziyan, and he favored Wei Ziyan over and over again.Originally, there were no referees in the Cuju competition, but Sheng Baozheng added this role on his own. They felt fresh for a while, so they agreed.

Sheng Baozheng was stunned for a moment, with a thoughtful expression on his face, he said: "It's the regular rules of the Cuju competition. The one you just did is not called Cuju, it's called close hand-to-hand combat." Clothes, and even touching the ball with his hands, is too unsportsmanlike, and it will be a violation of the rules for future generations.

"There are still rules for the Cuju competition?" Several dandies looked at each other, and found that they were all in a daze, and then it was time for Sheng Baozheng's personal science popularization.

"Of course there are. The state has state laws, and the family has family rules. Cuju is a competitive sport. Since there must be rules for playing football, otherwise it is just playing blindly and playing for nothing."

In the following time, Sheng Baozheng gave a series of explanations on the popularization of red and yellow cards, the game system of the first and second half, player positions, players' illegal actions, etc.I saw a group of dandies from being indifferent at the beginning, to full of thought, and finally with straight eyes.

After making sure that even the most unscrupulous of them had listened, Sheng Baozheng let them play again.

After establishing the rules, whether it was a psychological effect or not, the group of dandies on the field felt restrained at first, but after kicking a few times, they found that the game began to feel like a fish in water.Some are in charge of goalkeeping, some are in charge of offense, and some are in charge of defense. The responsibilities are clearly divided. The players know how to cooperate and start discussing tactics.Including the arrangement of the formation, everything is in order. It is no longer the same as before. Everyone swarmed towards the ball, leaving the goal unguarded.

There is still desire to win, but the scene has become extraordinarily pleasing to the eye, and it has the spectacle of an exhibition match.

Then because of the rules of Sheng Baozheng standing there, if someone fouls maliciously, he will be punished with a yellow and red card. Everything has fair examples to follow, and it does not depend on worldly favors. Gradually, everyone began to be convinced.

After several games like this, the dudes were sweating profusely on the court, and the maids and servants from all over the Duke's Mansion came to watch, and they couldn't help shouting: "Young Master, come on! Blue team, come on!"

"The red team scored! Two goals!"

"Young Master is so handsome!" The Duke's Mansion actually had Wei Ziyan's fans, standing behind Sheng Baozheng and yelling, his beautiful face couldn't hide the young girl's heart.Sure enough, no matter how time and space change in ancient and modern China and foreign countries, fierce competitive events can always attract onlookers.

Sheng Baozheng smiled, and while being the referee, he asked them without airs: "Is this Cuju good-looking?"

The maids nodded hurriedly: "It looks good."

"Is it better to be a person or to play football?" Sheng Baozheng blinked narrowly, and the maids blushed and stopped talking. This is true, for many girls, the Cuju competition is so dazzling that they can't understand it at all. But if the teenagers on the field are cool and handsome enough, it's over.

The entire family was obsessed with this Cuju competition, and even Sheng Baoyi, an otaku, was attracted. He actually put down the obscure imperial examination book, walked out of the bookstore, and cheered for the players in a low voice.This situation made Sheng Baozheng, the referee, distracted, and a new business plan quietly grew in his mind.Fanghua Fang could no longer satisfy him, and he needed to find new stimulation.

After returning to the study, he began to write hard.

The little fox jumped onto the desk nimbly, saying that he had never seen such a messy desk, and he couldn't find a place to stay at all.Pens, inks, papers and inkstones were strewn about, the most conspicuous one was a topographic map of the capital city, and countless waste papers, one of which was pressed under the young man's arm, on which was written "About the business plan for the Beijing Cuju Cup every four years ".The young man was scribbling with a Langhao pen. Because he was too focused, he didn't notice a few drops of ink stains on his cheeks. From being strong to the semi-finals, and then advancing to the finals, he listed them all clearly.

Starting from the top ticket fees, it is listed more clearly.

The little fox just watched quietly, frowning at the fact that the young man only knows how to eat, drink, have fun and make money, and at the same time marvel at his cleverness.

The following content was blocked by Sheng Baozheng's arm, it subconsciously walked forward, completely oblivious to the space under its feet, it fell into the inkstone, and its face was stained with ink.The paws stepped on the rice paper, branding a few plum blossom marks.

Sheng Baozheng quickly stood down, held up the fox's face, picked up the handkerchief and wiped it carefully, the ink stains around the eyes were wiped off, but the snow-white fur was completely dirty and had to be cleaned.

"Why did you jump up suddenly? I'll take you to take a bath." Sheng Baozheng didn't mind being dirty, picked up the fox and sprinted for [-] meters, and went straight to the hot water room.The maids and servants wanted to do it for them several times, but he refused them all.

After making an exception to sleep with the pet, he also gently took a bath for the pet. The young man was quite playful. Regardless of the fox's struggle and resistance, he pressed it into the wooden bathtub and washed it from head to tail, from the neck to the neck. After washing up to the bottom of his legs, he even sniffed it curiously: "It is said in the scriptures that foxes have a foxy smell, why didn't I smell it?"

A certain fox was so angry that his whole body became stiff, and he kept whipping him with his tail.

Not knowing that his words had offended the other party, Sheng Baozheng just thought that all animals don't like the feeling of their hair getting wet.He had raised a dog before, and every time he bathed the little waste, it was almost like a fight between humans and dogs.In contrast, this adopted fox is already docile enough, so docile that he loves it.

Just as he was drying the fox, Wei Ziyan ran over excitedly, waving the semi-finished business plan in his hand: "Azheng, do you want to hold this Cuju competition? Add me!" This time Sheng Baozheng's writing was easy to understand, even a semi-literate man like him could understand it, and he slapped his thigh hard, feeling that it was feasible.

He has never doubted his friend's business acumen. The successful case of Fanghuafang is already in front of him. If you get in the car early, you will have meat to eat. After passing this village, there will be no such shop.

Sheng Baozheng: "That's natural, you are my good brother, I will never do without you."

Everyone in the capital knew that the prince of the Duke's Mansion and Wei Xiaohou Ye were both ignorant and congenial bastards. They had good temperaments, and they were more like brothers than ordinary people who were born with the same father and mother.

They got together again and were about to do an earth-shattering event, which naturally attracted people's attention.At the end of autumn, some families are happy and some are sad. Apart from the moon appreciation poetry meeting and Xiangshan outing, there is nothing exciting to see at the foot of the capital. In such a boring season, the Beijing Cuju Cup kicked off vigorously.