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Li Ye handed the five coins and the registration form to Du Wang. He asked his relatives to help him register. It was convenient if he had connections, so they would not have to wait in long lines to register.

Li Ye drank tea and asked with a smile: "How many people will be admitted in total?"

Ma Jinsong stretched out five fingers and said, "Fifty people, thirty of them are admitted through examination, and the other twenty places are recommended to the powerful!"

“With so many people admitted, are there so many opportunities to play?”

Ma Jinsong said contemptuously: "Do you think there is only the polo league? There are many! There are thousands of competitions between schools and private matches between the rich and powerful every year. By the way, let me tell you one thing. Feilong is no longer on the rankings.”

"Why?"

"I heard that several white golfers have switched to black golfers. As soon as they came, they squeezed out the little flying dragon. They play in the league with the highest gold content, unlike the black golfers who play in wild games, so there is no comparison. .”

Qiao Bin next to him said with a smile: "Old Ma, it's not the reason you said. Just now Du Wang said that Xiao Feilong went to play for the Yang family polo team and has become a white player."

Li Ye scratched his head and thought of a very serious problem, "If the white-ball players refuse to move out of their trap, doesn't it mean that the people behind will have no chance to join a regular team?"

Qiao Bin said with a smile: "White golfers can't actually play for a few years. The rich and powerful like the new and hate the old. Unless they are particularly good and can play for more than ten years, the careers of other white golfers are only five or six years! It doesn't matter for the black golfers. You can work as long as you want, but of course, most people can’t make any money, so they change careers after a few years, and many people go to teach!”

"What lecture?"

Qiao Bin frowned, "Why doesn't Brother Li know anything?"

Li Ye's eyes widened and he said confidently: "I haven't been beaten by you, I have forgotten everything!"

"Let me tell you!"

Ma Jinsong, who was next to him, felt a little guilty and quickly explained: "There are many schools for learning skills in Chang'an, such as martial arts fields, music halls, arenas, literature halls, women's halls, etc. We all go to the polo hall to learn how to play. Many famous polo players After golfers retire, they will be hired as coaches by the polo hall, which is also a good way out."

"I understand, what is the women's pavilion?" Li Ye asked curiously.

"Of course it is for unmarried women to learn various skills! Otherwise, how will they care for their husbands and raise their children after they get married?"

Li Ye nodded, "If I want to learn calligraphy, I can go to the Literature Museum, right!"

"Yes, you go to the literature museum to write poetry, calligraphy, and painting. If you want to study and take the imperial examination, you have to go to a real school. The various libraries are actually for training hobbies and cram schools."

At this time, Du Wang came back and gave each of them a sign. This was their exam sign. Li Ye was number 576. On the morning of the first day of March, he took the preliminary exam at the Zuowei Polo Ground!

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There is still less than half a month before the polo test, and Li Ye basically has nothing to do.

After his house was repaired, his mother Pei Sanniang hired a little medicine lady named Xiaocuiniang, the granddaughter of Aunt Ge, who was only ten years old. She was responsible for making medicine, and Li Ye lost his job.

Pei Sanniang treated her well and gave her the same amount of money a month. The price was not low. In Yonghefang, hiring a young lady usually cost 20 cash per day.

The main reason is that Xiaocui's natal family is right across the street, so Pei Sanniang doesn't have to pay for food and accommodation, so she converts the food and accommodation into ten cents a day, and gives an extra one hundred literati love coins every month, and everyone is happy.

Of course, this little lady looks a bit shabby. Not to mention her dark skin, she is also a loudmouth. Fortunately, she doesn't have to eat at the same table as her.

Li Ye originally wanted to go to the literature museum to learn calligraphy, but his mother Pei Sanniang scolded him, saying that he was burning too much money. She found the calligraphy practice notes that Li Ye used when he was seven years old in a broken box, and they were not moldy yet. , let him write it down.

After only three days of writing, Li Ye lost his pen and began to study the thirteen sword techniques given to him by Pei Min.

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"Aye, get up quickly, there's something going on today!"

Early in the morning, Pei Sanniang walked into her son's room with a smile and a new set of clothes.

"Hurry up and put on new clothes. Mom will take you on a blind date today!"

"What!"

Li Ye's eyes widened, weren't you just joking? Why are you taking it seriously?

"Mom! Are you kidding me?" Li Ye stammered, a little panicked.

"Nonsense! It has been agreed a long time ago that the young lady from Lin's Pharmacy is the right match for us. She is pretty. She is twelve years old and is two years younger than you. You have always said that you want to marry her when you grow up!"

Li Ye fell on the quilt, moaning in pain, and resisted feebly in his heart, 'That's not me! ’

"Okay! Okay! Don't be so frustrated."

Pei Sanniang comforted her son and said, "Go and have a look! It's not an engagement, just a blind date."

The dark sky in Li Ye's heart suddenly revealed a glimmer of light. He raised his head and said, "Is it because I don't like it, so I just reject it?"

Pei Sanniang smacked her lips and said, "I really don't like you. It's best to make the woman look down on you."

"Why?"

"If the man doesn't like the woman, I have to compensate him with a piece of cloth. If the woman doesn't like you, I will save this piece of cloth."

Li Ye really despises his mother for being so calculating, but it seems like she has always been like this!

"Get dressed quickly! Otherwise, we will have to treat each other to dinner at noon."

Walking to the door, Pei Sanniang smiled again and said: "Actually, Xiao Cui Niang is not bad, she is quite smart. By becoming my wife, you will save money every month."

Li Ye waved his hand frantically, "Hurry up and leave, I don't want that nasty talk!"

Of course Pei Sanniang was just joking, she liked to see her son going crazy.

Pei Sanniang chuckled, turned and left.

The mother and son went out. Pei Sanniang rode on the newly bought big green donkey, and Li Ye followed on foot.

"Ye'er, why don't you change your clothes? You're so rude to others!"

Pei Sanniang frowned when she saw that her son was still wearing his half-worn gray cloth jacket.

"Mom, I'm afraid that I'll be dressed too brightly, like a jade tree in the wind. What if she falls in love with me?"

"You brat, you look like a cow, but you're still like a tree in the wind!"

Pei Sanniang was amused by her son's shamelessness, and added: "The Lin family's young lady is recognized as the number one beauty in the family. She really doesn't necessarily like you!"

"Who is the most beautiful woman in the house? Your son will marry the prime minister's daughter in the future. If we get engaged too early, won't I miss my future?"

Li Ye was speaking from his heart. It took him a long time to come to the Tang Dynasty. Based on his thousands of years of knowledge, even if it was too late to marry Concubine Yang, there should be no problem with the beauty of other countries. If he accidentally married a girl, it would be too much. Pity.

But Pei Sanniang was shocked. She seemed to have thought of something, her face suddenly turned pale, and she stopped involuntarily.

"Mom! What's wrong with you?"

Li Ye saw his mother in a daze and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Pei Sanniang slowly came back to her senses, her eyes were a little sad, and she forced a smile and said: "If you really don't want to, then we won't go."

"If you don't go, you'll have to pay a piece of cloth. It's not cost-effective. Let's go! I have a way to make her run away crying."

Li Ye's method is naturally the "four wrong strategies", which are illiteracy, failure to make money, and failure to raise children. The last one is, of course, denying his wife with his fists.

I believe that any woman who has a longing for marriage will give up her mind due to the "four wrong strategies".