Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is February 12th.

In the past few days, Xin Xi has never met Sima Yun again, failed to apologize in person, and failed to relax as he thought, but has a faint sense of sadness.

As for the Football Tour Race, in the second game, a private room was set up, and the most humble private room was not much better built than the grain reincarnation place on the street, but it was still sold for a high price!

It was also the second game, perhaps because Liu San'er and others were in place to publicize, and there were more than 2,000 spectators that day.

At the same time, this football match has stimulated the economic growth of Dongfang, and those merchants all praised and praised the "Football Tour of the City", so that yesterday, that is, the fourth game, the audience was as many as 5,000 people, and the audience seats were temporarily widened to accommodate 5,000 people.

With such a huge audience, Xin Zhen earned nearly 300 yuan just by selling tickets!

This is only the first four games, and the final will be even more popular, especially when the white team of Wednesday Lang, after losing two games in a row, actually came back from the dead to pull back the draw, and the violent shock once again showed its magic, and almost half of the audience was biased towards the white team!

After all, this kind of impossible thing is the most resonant and yearning for people, and the most can ignite the blood that has been silent in people's hearts!

At this time, just when he arrived, Xin Xi had just eaten, and sent Xiang'er and Thirty-six to the football field to help, so he walked around Xinjiazhuang alone.

The simple football field is set up in a large open space in front of Zhuangzi, and from a distance, there are already scattered people around the edge of the field, most of them staying together in groups of three or five to chat.

Farther away, on the official road leading to Bianjing, scattered crowds of people poured towards Xinjiazhuang.

"Zizhan, slow down! The old man is no younger than you! After walking for a long time, I will be panting like a cow! Ouyang Xiu walked breathlessly.

Su Shi in front of him smiled slightly: "Ouyang Gong can hurry up, I asked Shiyi Lang a few days ago, there are only more than 600 pieces of soap, a lot, but not much." In the past few days, Fu'er has urged me many times, and I really dare not return empty-handed. ”

"Hahaha, Zizhan is worthy of being a person in Shu!" Ouyang Xiu laughed.

"Why?" Su Shi was a little puzzled for a while.

"Everyone in Shu is afraid of the inside!" Xin Zhen laughed loudly from afar.

Su Shi smiled: "It's not bad to be afraid of guilt, I have my wife, and I am fortunate to have three lives, so I should let her and make her happy!" ”

When Xin Xi heard this, he suddenly fell silent, it shouldn't be a few years later, Su Shi's wife will die of illness, right?

Ten years of life and death!

Xin Zhen didn't know what to say for a while.

At this moment, another person's shout came from in the distance: "Ouyang Xianggong! Sue Bachelor! Eleven Lang! Good morning! ”

The three of them looked up and saw that it was the future great scientist Shen Kuo.

"Brother Cun, good morning!" Xin Zhen responded.

And because Su Shi and Ouyang Xiu were not familiar with Shen Kuo, they held the shelf and faintly replied with a good morning.

"Eleven Lang, do you still have soap?!" Shen Kuo asked with excitement on his face.

Xin Xi was speechless, he was so busy these days that he forgot about this future great scientist.

This kind of big scientist must be trained as soon as possible, otherwise it will be easy to grow crooked.

But, femdom scientists?!

Xin Xi said that he had never done this job before, and he didn't know how to do it at all!

Come on, think slowly, take your time, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry!

The emergence of great scientists did not happen overnight.

"There is not much soap, a total of 600 yuan, 500 yuan a piece, only 500 yuan...... Xin Xi finally priced 500 yuan, and did not really sell it for two yuan.

"And a hundred? Eleven Lang might as well sell two more pieces with me! Two dollars a piece! Su Shi hurriedly said.

Xin Zhen smiled slightly: "It's not that you don't sell it, but you sell it in another way!" ”

"Oh?" Ouyang Xiu was slightly interested: "I don't know how Eleven Lang plans to sell it?" ”

"Consistent reserve price, the highest price wins!" Xin Zhen opened his mouth lightly, and his face was filled with a confident smile.

"The one with the highest price wins? It's this football final, it's really good to get the highest price! Ouyang Xiu's eyes lit up slightly, he stretched out his hand and twisted his beard, and said with appreciation: "Eleven Lang's business method is comparable to Tao Zhuyi, if Xin Shiyi was born in the Tang Xuanzong period, Li Linfu and Yang Guozhong are afraid that they can only give up the phase to you!" ”

Xin Zhen's face was full of flattery: "Ouyang Gong praised." ”

Su Shi laughed: "What is a false praise, why are you so humble, Ouyang Gong doesn't praise people at will, once he praises someone, he must be worthy of the name!" ”

The three of them chatted, but they put Shen Kuo aside.

Seeing this, Xin Xi smiled slightly: "Don't stand here stupidly, and follow me into the house." ”

When they entered the house, the four of them were not in a hurry to discuss soap, but as soon as they had a cup of tea, they chatted about poetry under the tree.

It didn't take long for the outside to be lively, noisy and noisy, like a vegetable market.

Su Shi chuckled: "Anyway, it's all here, why don't you take us to see this popular football in Bianliang City?!" ”

Ouyang Xiu's face turned slightly pale.

Su Shi hurriedly said again: "Ouyang Gong, let's take a look, to be loved by so many people, this football must have its advantages." ”

"Yes!" Xin Zhen made up the knife in a timely manner: "Isn't Ouyang Gong's drunken Weng Pavilion a word of joy with the people?" ”

Saying that, Xin Xi also recited a sentence in a timely manner: "Drunk can have fun with it, and those who wake up can narrate their writings are too guarded." Who is Taishou? Luling Ouyang Xiu also. ”

"Ouyang Gong, can you also write an article for Eleven Lang's football city match?!" Su Shi joked.

Ouyang Xiu smiled and shook his head: "The article is rare, Su Zizhan wants to help Eleven Lang, then you write it, do you have to pull the old man?" ”

Xin Zhen smiled, and with his thoughts, he blurted out: "Ouyang Gong is right, the article is natural, and the magic hand is even good." Brother Zizhan doesn't have to force it. ”

Su Shi was slightly stunned, his eyes suddenly flashed with a scorching light, and he slapped his thigh suddenly: "The phrase Eleven Lang is a classic, and it should be passed down through the ages like a clear question!" ”

Ouyang Xiu also shook his head and tasted it: "Good, good, good sentence!" ”

Shen Kuo was finally able to interject: "Eleven Lang is so talented, I'm afraid he can be called the second in Taibai!" ”

"Deserved, deserved!" Xin Zhen's face was full of embarrassment, but he was remorseful in his heart, and he accidentally consumed another song of stock.

"How not?" Su Shi smiled heroically: "Poetry immortals, poetry Buddhas, and poetry saints are all here, is it better to mix the name of a poetry demon with Eleven Lang?!" ”

"Brother Zizhan, why don't you also have a poetry demon, Ouyang Gong is a poet? Saving the middle brother poetry ghost? Xin Zhen also laughed.

Ouyang Xiu shook his head, twisted his beard, and took a sip of tea: "In this way, there are all demons and monsters." ”

"It's more lively outside, Ouyang Gong?" Su Shi looked at Ouyang Xiu.

Ouyang Xiu smiled helplessly and stood up: "Zizhan, are you ...... Go together, go together! ”

A few people walked out of the door talking and laughing.

As soon as he went out, Mo said Su Shi, Ouyang Xiu, and Shen Kuo, even Xin Zhen was also scared.

A piece of people who are pressed by the black pressure!

This is the real crowd!