"Are you alright?" Wang Mengyao hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I reacted instinctively." ”

"None...... No problem. Wang Dong's face changed color, and he was still stiff, "...... What's next? ”

Wang Mengyao didn't expect that at this moment, he was still thinking about the game on the field, and said: "The next game should be a pot in the water." ”

"Pitching a pot in the water? What a strange name. Wang Dong took a few deep breaths, relieved himself, and looked at the field again.

After the first two levels, the number of people left on the field has been sharply reduced to less than 50.

Qigong took the stage again, facing the remaining forty or so little ladies and said, "Congratulations on entering the third level," as he spoke, he saw Qigong's right hand raised to the outside of the field, and saw a team of Wang family slaves, carrying two larger copper basins, walking into the entrance.

These two copper basins, about three feet in diameter, were filled with clean water, and what was even more strange was that in each copper basin, there was a bronze wine jug, and the wine jug was completely sunk in the water of the copper basin.

Two large copper basins were carried to the field and placed on the ground, and the royal servants sprinkled a white line of white lime from a zhang away.

After arranging this qiē, Jiugong said loudly: "Pitching pot is a game that the people of my Tang Dynasty like." Men and women, young and old, everyone is good at it. Pitching pots can exercise a person's judgment of the position and control of strength. ”

"Haha, I didn't expect it to be a pitcher, I'm the best at this."

"It's a pity you're not a little lady."

"Hahaha......"

Outside the venue, there were voices of discussion, and the people of Datang were very enthusiastic about the game of pitching pots. From civil and military officials to ordinary people, they all like to enjoy it.

When the discussion outside the venue gradually subsided, Qigong continued: "The first two levels are the test of technique, eyesight, and control power, and the third level is the test of judgment. ”

"Pitcher? Judgment? Interesting...... "Wang Dong, who was outside the court, touched his chin and seemed to be very interested in the pot throwing game.

On the stage, Qigong continued: "This third level, called Pitching Pot in Water, requires the contestant to throw an arrow into the kettle in the water from a foot away. ”

"Throwing a pot in the water, this is a bit interesting, it seems to be a little difficult." Outside the field, some pot throwers began to discuss.

"Whereas, you are all women, so each of you, there will be two chances. Those who vote correctly will advance to the final level. Start now! ”

After the seventh prince finished speaking, several servants of the palace came up with arrow feathers, divided the remaining people into two groups, and gave each little lady two arrow feathers.

Once the qiē is ready, the third level begins.

The first round of throwing pots were two middle-aged women, who already had high attainments in female workers and knitting. may have spent too much time on knitting, and the pitcher of the two was not only not put into the jug, but also did not even throw the huge copper basin into it.

"Next group!"

Two little ladies came up again, and this time the two obviously learned the experience of the first group, and the arrow feathers in their hands were aimed at for a long time before they were thrown.

"Plop", the sound of falling water came, and the audience outside the venue was excited.

But when I looked into the water again, the two arrow feathers, after falling into the water, seemed to have lost their stamina, and the arrows fell lightly into the bottom of the basin in the water. The two were unwilling, and the second time was still the same result.

"Next group!"

Wang Dong, who was outside the field, said: "This arrow feather doesn't seem to have any power." "Ordinary arrow feathers are not changed much by the resistance of the water at all, but the arrow feathers used in this Wang family's pitching pot seem to be very light.

Wang Mengyao on the side saw that Wang Dong actually saw the difference between arrow feathers, and said with some admiration: "That's right, these arrow feathers are all special, and the arrows are not ordinary iron or bronze." ”

"No wonder, as soon as you enter the water, you change direction." Wang Dong frowned, "If that's the case, if you want to throw the arrow feather into the pot, when the arrow feather enters the water, the more perpendicular it is to the water surface, the more hopeful it is." ”

Wang Mengyao was stunned for a moment: "Have you tried throwing a pot in the water?" ”

This game of play, but Wang Funan pondered for half a month to create it, seeing that Wang Dong's analysis seemed to be the Tao, Wang Mengyao even suspected that he had played such a pot throwing method.

Wang Dong shook his head: "I haven't played it, I guessed randomly." ”

Don't say that throwing pots in the water is the first time Wang Dong has seen them.

Wang Dong's eyes have been staring at the field, at this time, the number of people in the game has passed half, and the two wine jugs are still empty.

Those arrow feathers either fell outside the copper basin or fell into the water far from the wine jug.

"Next group."

Two more people came up, these two people, still young, one of them held an arrow feather, and threw it forward, and the arrow feather drew a high arc in the air. It is almost 90 degrees and falls into the water, which is the same as Wang Dongfangcai's theoretical way of entering the water.

The biggest feature of entering the water at 90 degrees is that the splash is very small. The small splash reduces the change in the direction of the arrow feather.

"In, in!"

Under the gaze of everyone, this arrow feather quickly approached the wine jug in the water, and there was already an exclamation outside the field.

After all, people have been waiting for this moment for a long time. However, at the last moment, the arrow feather landed an inch away from the flask.

"Alas, alas!" The crowd erupted in exclamations.

The little lady also looked incredulous: "Impossible, impossible not to hit." "She has been playing pot throwing since she was a child, and she is already a master in this area, and within two zhang, it can be said that there is no bullet, but this time, she missed.

The little lady was unwilling to admit defeat, and the other arrow feather in her hand flew out again, but it landed in the same position as the first arrow feather.

"Impossible, a distance of one zhang, I can't throw it!" The little lady's face was full of anger, "It must be you who have done something to that wine jug!" ”

"Come on, invite this little lady out."

The servants of the Wang family put the little lady out, and Wang Mengyao sighed: "If the skills are not refined, why make trouble unreasonably?" ”

A voice suddenly came from under her feet: "It's not because she is not skilled, but because there is something else." ”

Wang Mengyao lowered her head, but found that Wang Dong was drawing something on the ground, straight lines, curves, and dotted lines, like ghost drawings, and there were some weird symbols marked on different lines.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Dong didn't raise his head, and continued to draw: "Parabola." ”

"What?"

Wang Dong said to himself: "That little lady, the pitching technique is exquisite, and it can be said that there is no bullet. It's just that she ignores the principle of refraction of water, and in her eyes, the wine jug she sees is just an illusion, well, just ...... Simply shift the thrown target down two inches. ”

"What are you talking about?" Wang Mengyao looked at Wang Dong, her eyes were like looking at a madman, she couldn't understand a word of what he said just now.

Wang Dong finished his calculations, stood up, and said with a smile: "This is not nonsense, this is science." ”

"......" Wang Mengyao still didn't understand.

Wang Dong said: "Can Sanniang help me again?" ”

"What to do?"

"Call Qianniang over, I have something to explain."

“……”

Although she was puzzled, Wang Mengyao still helped Wang Dong and called Qianniang over. Then, Wang Dong whispered a few words in Qianniang's ear, and Qianniang was even more confused.

"Really aim two inches outside the flask?" Qianniang looked at Wang Dong with a bitter face, who threw the pot, didn't shoot at the pot? Why did he run to Wang Lang, but let me look elsewhere.

Wang Dong said: "Do you believe me? ”

"Of course."

"Then do as I say." Wang Dong said, "It will definitely succeed!" ”

Looking at Wang Dong's determined eyes, Qianniang finally nodded: "Okay." ”

Wang Mengyao on the side was surprised: "Hey, you won't really listen to him, right?" ”

"Qianniang completely believes in Wang Lang, he asked Qianniang to do this, there must be a reason for him."

"Next group!"

So, when it was Qianniang's turn to cast the pot, Wang Mengyao almost didn't want to look at it, and even asked where she threw it, but she didn't aim it right, and it was strange if she hit.

Sure enough, the first arrow feather deviated by a few inches. However, Qianniang adjusted her breathing in time, and according to what Wang Dong had just taught, she raised an arrow in her hand, and in a high arc, she fell into the water with a "poof", and then sank into the wine jug with a "bang".

"Hit! Hit! Outside the stadium, people witnessed this scene and erupted in cheers.

Wang Mengyao's eyes widened, and she said incredulously: "Really hit?" ”

Wang Dong put his hands on his shoulders, looked confident, and muttered: "Do you think that exam-oriented education is really just a waste of fame?" ”