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He cursed a few times in his heart, and walked towards the training ground with his hands behind his back, surprisingly there was no scene of fighting on the court that he saw, but in a corner outside the training ground, there were many people around, and the shouts came from somewhere.

"What the hell are you doing?" Yang Zheng frowned slightly and greeted him.

Some soldiers in high places saw him coming, and they saluted one after another, and he nodded his head one by one.

After walking in, Gao Hang, who was excited in the crowd, saw him coming, hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd, and gasped: "Brother Yang, are you up?"

"Oh my god, is this a slap in the face?" Yang Zheng scolded secretly, nodded and said, "What are the big brothers and soldiers doing?"

Gao Hang's face was full of excitement, and his expression seemed to be like being beaten with chicken blood, and he said, "Throwing a pot?"

"Pitching pots? What is that?" Yang Zheng doesn't know much about military sports in this era, except for polo, all he can know is Keju, and it's the first time I've heard of pitching.

Gao Hang saw that he was at a loss, and hurriedly explained: "Pitching pots is a kind of etiquette, which originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, and one of the etiquettes when the princes entertained guests was to invite guests to shoot arrows. At that time, it was considered a shame for an adult man not to be able to shoot an arrow, and the host asked the guest to shoot an arrow, and the guest could not refuse. Later, some guests really couldn't shoot arrows, so they used arrows to throw wine jugs instead. Over time, pot throwing replaced archery as a game at feasts. ”

In this way, Yang Zheng somewhat understood, this pot throwing game can be said to be the literati at that time tended to cultivate their hearts, and the calm and serene and etiquette activity of pot throwing is just right for their needs. In addition, due to the development of society, the phenomenon of folk throwing pots for pleasure became more and more common, and was welcomed, and later prevailed among the scholar class. In the process of circulation, the difficulty of the game has increased, not only produced many new names, but also some people have ingenuity to set up a screen outside the pot blind casting, or back sitting and reverse throwing, after Zhu Yuanzhang sat in the world, there are many restrictions on the game in the army, but this pitching pot not only inherits the etiquette of archery, but also inherits the etiquette of self-cultivation of self-cultivation, it is rare to be left by Zhu Yuanzhang, so after training on weekdays, many soldiers will use this game for entertainment.

"Do you want to go and see?" Gao Hangdao.

Yang Zheng was really a little curious in his heart, nodded and said, "It's okay!" The two walked over side by side.

There were a lot of people around the corner, and many of them saw him coming, and they avoided it one after another, and after a while, they made way for a small road, and Yang Zheng and Gao Hangjing squeezed forward.

Yang Zheng saw a tall gold bottle placed a few zhang away from the corner of the training ground, the bottle spout was extremely small, and several soldiers threw the arrows in their hands, either falling or not stabbing at all, causing a burst of laughter.

Yang Zheng actually hadn't seen He Xing in the crowd for many days, this person was staring at the mouth of the pot, looking extremely proud, obviously getting a lot of benefits from it.

Gao Hang whispered on the side: "This pitching pot was originally a game in the palace, gradually introduced into the people, because it is suitable for both men and women, so it is very popular with the people, and later after entering the army, it is also very popular, and it has become a must-play game after the soldiers practice, generally with a color head, according to the number of arrows in the bottle and the distance, divided into the first prize, two colors, three colors and so on more than a dozen rules, the rewards are different, what do you want to be a master of this way, won a lot tonight?"

Yang Zheng nodded, in fact, from the first time he saw He Xing, he knew that this guy had won a lot of benefits tonight, although he was sent to the official position of a thousand households by himself, but after all, he was a person from King Zhao, and he had been in the army for many years, and he still had some cronies, although his life was not as good as before, it was not bad.

The crowd is projecting Xu Feng, Xu Feng is very righteous, and he is still quite popular in the army, everyone sees him projecting, and there are more bets than before, and the shouting is a little louder, who didn't notice that Yang Zheng and Gao Hang also came to the crowd.

Xu Feng often plays the game of pitching pots, but this kind of game is a game played by scholars after all, and for a general like him who likes to rush and kill, polo is more challenging, so he is not a master of this pitching pot.

Taking advantage of this stall, Gao Hang told him some rules for throwing pots, the so-called pitching pots, according to the "Book of Rites, Pitching Pot Sutra": - The neck of the pot is repaired to seven inches, the abdomen is repaired to five inches, the diameter is two and a half inches, and the capacity is five liters. The pot is really a small bean, and it jumps out for its arrow. The arrow is like a thorn, two feet eight inches long, without removing its skin, and it is hard and heavy. The winner of the vote can't drink the winner, thinking that the advantages and disadvantages are also. To put it bluntly, when the pot throwing ceremony is held, the guests and the host take turns to throw arrows into the pot without arrows, each person has four arrows, and the one who wins the most wins, and the loser drinks as a punishment.

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Yang Zheng nodded in response with an interesting sound, and his eyes fell on Xu Feng's body.

After a drum sound, three soldiers came out of the crowd, put three gold bottles a few zhang away, one of them walked to a few points, one walked to the color head, and the last person pinched the feather arrow, Gao Hang explained on the side: "These three people are referees, two are divided into arrows, and one is colorful!"

Yang Zheng glanced at He Xing and asked, "What's the benefit of this color head?"

Gao Hangdao: "There is no rule for this, it can be both jewelry and money!"

"Money is okay, so gold and silver are okay, can silver tickets be?" Yang Zheng hurriedly asked with a lot of silver tickets in his arms.

Gao Hangdao: "Gold is the best, of course, silver can also be used, silver tickets, because the depreciation is great, so it is not happy for the soldiers, but if it is in the Yongle period, it can also be used, if it is in the Hongwu period, then it will be discounted?"

Yang Zheng nodded in understanding.

At this time, the drum sounded again, Xu Feng stepped forward with an excited face, took the three feather arrows from the referee's hand, and prepared to start throwing the pot.

Although the pot throwing in Daming is not as interesting as polo, it is also a kind of fun, and in the past few days, this group of stragglers has exterminated the Maitreya Sect can be described as a big event, so the whole army is full of joy, plus on the battlefield, this group of people and horses can be regarded as having experienced the battlefield, and they are in awe of Yang Zheng's method of training soldiers and horses, knowing that it is a life-saving thing, but no one is lazy, and they completed the training early, and then started this pot throwing game.

This kind of game played by the scholar doctor in the army, compared to the scholar doctor has more types, according to the distance of the game can be roughly divided into three kinds of one zhang, three zhang, five zhang three, each time the feather arrow is five, the referee on the side according to the number of shots and the distance multiplied score, the farther the distance in the shot, the higher the score!

Today's prescribed score is three points in one zhang and three middle schools, nine points in three zhang and three middle schools, and fifteen points in five zhang and three middle schools.

Xu Feng took the five feather arrows handed over by the referee, looked at the three golden bottles in front of him, and measured whether his arm strength could hit.

Yang Zheng felt bored at first, but after understanding the rules and Gao Hang's explanation on the side, he felt a little interesting, and his eyes couldn't help but look at Xu Feng.

"Brother Gao, how about a fight?" Yang Zheng said with a smile.

Gao Hang touched the fifty taels of silver in his arms, glanced at Xu Feng, and said, "How to bet?"

Yang Zheng said: "I guess Xu Feng has three feather arrows, three zhang?"

Gao Hang squinted his eyes and muttered for a while, and said, "I bet on four and three." Fifty taels of silver!"

Yang Zheng took out a silver ticket from his arms, lit up and said, "Okay, fifty taels!"

"Boom!"

The third drum sounded, and the shouting around them became more enthusiastic, and Yang Zheng and Gao Hang hurriedly looked.

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In the crowd, Xu Feng pinched five feather arrows, shouted softly, threw out with his right hand, and the five feather arrows immediately flew out, with a beautiful arc in the air, and fell into the golden bottle three outside, only to hear "dang! dang!" Three crisp sounds, three of the five feather arrows fell into the golden bottle, and the other two feather arrows fell on both sides of the golden bottle.

There was a silence in the crowd first, followed by a burst of cheers, three out of five, nine points, the results are not bad, except for He Xing's twenty points, this is the highest score tonight, Xu Feng's cronies immediately felt that their faces were extremely bright, and they applauded loudly, their eyes were full of admiration, but Gao Hang's face was displeased, and he scolded in a low voice: "Damn Xu Feng-?"

"Hehe, Brother Gao is embarrassed?" Yang Zheng smiled and stretched out his big hand.

Gao Hang was extremely reluctant to stuff fifty taels of broken silver into his hand, this was his money for a few months, and it was gone, and the pain in his heart could be imagined.

Yang Zheng is the master of money, where is polite, he grabbed the silver ingot, and stuffed it into his sleeve with a smile.

Because the number of people throwing pots on the field has increased a lot, everyone is engrossed in looking at Xu Feng, and no one sees what Gao Hang and Yang Zheng are secretly doing.

Xu Feng was also very happy, his face was full of pride, after all, this was also an opportunity to show his face, and being able to shoot three feather arrows was enough to prove that he was a master of using arrows.

The referee scored nine points a few times and gave Xu Feng a dagger according to the ranking, Xu Feng was very happy and raised it in front of everyone.

Everyone shouted and applauded, and He Xing on the side was disdainful.

"General, your archery skills are much better than his, why don't you give it a try?" He Xing's confidant Wang Hu bowed and whispered.

He Xing and Zhang Yi on weekdays, Jin Yi smiled and did not go the right way, the three of them did not have a good impression of each other, seeing that Zhang Yi's love would be so proud, he was a little unhappy in his heart, and he was a little moved when he heard Wang Hu say this, and nodded and said, "I have this intention?"

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