Chapter 14 second quarter

Cui Hao lived a very comfortable life in Ximing Temple. On the first morning, Cui Hao had the most exquisite breakfast that he had never seen in his life. His full stomach and the soft and creamy taste in his mouth made him full of beautiful longing for this trip to Chang'an. Sitting with Cui Hao was a young man with a pale complexion and a frail body, about twenty-four or five years old, wearing a half-worn green cloth robe. He claimed to be a poet, his name was Zhang Zhong, and his style name was Yafu. , and now manages the accounts for the temple master in the temple. When the little monk came in to clear away the cups and cups, Zhang Zhong spoke to Cui Hao softly in Chang'an official dialect without a trace of accent: "The master of the temple has ordered that someone will come to measure your body and make clothes for you later. After you are done, you You can go to practice polo on the court in the back garden, or you can go to the streets to play, everything is up to you."

While speaking, Zhang Zhong handed over a half-new money bag to Cui Hao, "There is a coin in it, which is for you when you go out to the streets by the temple master." From Zhang Zhong's indifferent gaze and stiff fingers, Cui Hao felt a trace of hostility from the other party.However, Cui Hao didn't take these things to heart, the other party was just a small housekeeper of Master Huifan. "Thank you Master for me." Cui Hao's voice was clear, and his vigorous face exuded a fearless light unique to young people. "The temple master invites you to have dinner with him in the evening. Tell him yourself!" Zhang Zhong lowered his eyelids and left quietly.

Although the purse in Cui Hao's hands is not new, it is exquisitely embroidered, and it was a dream decoration for young people at that time.This money bag alone is worth a lot, not to mention that there are a hundred copper coins of ten Wen in it. Since last year, there has been a severe drought in Guanzhong, and everything in Chang'an City is expensive. The price of a bucket of rice is as high as hundreds of Wen, which is five times that of a good year.Even so, the thousand coins in the purse can provide him with three months of rations, and this is actually an allowance given to him by Master Huifan.

Chance!Cui Hao’s polo master in Luoyang told him many times: Don’t be afraid of poverty, what you are afraid of is losing opportunities.You will not have many opportunities in this life, as long as you grab one is enough.Missed the opportunity, you are nothing but a stinky scum! This time must be my chance. Although Cui Hao didn't know what kind of things would be waiting for him in the days to come, he believed that those would be some extraordinary experiences, for which he would be fearless.If you want to stand out, you should be brave enough to forge ahead.As long as Master Huifan is a real big backer, he will definitely have a chance.

It was not only a tailor who came to serve Cui Hao, but also a bootmaker.Both were old, wrinkled, and slow-moving, but there was always the confidence in their humble eyes that are often seen in outstanding entertainers.Cui Hao believes that when he holds a polo club in his hand, there must be such an expression in his eyes.It's just that his eyes are definitely much sharper than these two aging old men. The two came and went without saying a word. They just measured Cui Hao's body lightly, drew his boots, and then left. They didn't even ask about the necessary questions about the style and texture of the clothes. question.

who cares?It's always good to have new clothes to wear.Cui Hao has not forgotten that asking less and seeing more is an essential quality for a successful person. When Cui Hao practiced in the afternoon, Huifan went to the side of the court to watch for a while.He didn't talk to Cui Hao, but just shook his hand from a distance, letting Cui Hao continue to practice. Cui Hao’s practice method is different from that of ordinary golfers. He randomly placed nine benches in the field, which can be regarded as five opponents and four teammates in the game. He rode his horse through the benches, Hit the scattered polos into the goal with different techniques and postures.

Huifan has more than a dozen very practical horses in his stable at Ximing Temple. Unfortunately, except for an extraordinary Dawan black horse, the others are all colorful horses with mottled fur.But these pintos are also some very good horses. Cui Hao didn't understand. With Huifan's financial resources and influence, his stables should be full of pure and beautiful horses, instead of some fancy horses that are not decent enough although they are of excellent quality. There were five horses in the stables with soft leather armor strapped to their calves, the kind of horses used for polo games.

What Cui Hao chose was an eight-year-old gray zebra.Although this is an old horse, its four legs are still strong and strong. When it runs on the field, its stride is small, its sprint is fast, and its turning is easy and smooth. This is a well-tested horse, Cui Hao secretly admired.In his previous experience, he had never ridden a horse with such understanding.When he gallops the horse in the hands of his imaginary opponent, the horse seems to be able to communicate with his mind, rushing, rubbing, turning, and leaning on the bench without him kicking with spurs or pulling the rein with his hands. With the tilt and turn of his body, he can do exactly what he wants.With a horse like this on the field, he can be invincible.

When Cui Hao finished his training, he found that Master Huifan had left at some point.This made him a little disappointed, and what he showed Huifan in the final stage of training was his own stunt.He asked three young monks to throw polos at him from different directions near the goal, while he rushed back and forth in front of the goal, hitting, hooking, blocking and picking with his club made of old vines constantly, to push the polo balls. The flying polo hits the goal.Although he can only hit six or seven out of ten shots, such a stunt can be said to be rare in the world. Cui Hao didn't know whether Master Huifan had seen his special skill, but Cui Hao was a little disappointed.In the past, every time he performed this stunt, he would get a lot of applause, but now there are only three little monks running around with dusty faces on the field.