Zhu Xiaohua was worried that their identities would cause panic or conflict with the villagers, so he stopped urgently and said to Zhang Shui, "Wait for me for two minutes." ”

He walked quickly across the ridge, jumped on the path, stopped in front of Wu Zhi and the others, and said, "Why are you here?" ”

Xiao Ding said: "Let's cheer you on, lest you be bullied by the people of this Luoshui Village." ”

Wu Zhi and Tang Yimin also nodded, with a sincere face.

Zhu Xiaohua pulled them up and said, "I'm fine, the game is about to start." You go back and wait for the results. Look at how I beat them, brother. ”

His heart warmed, and he whispered to himself: "Bully me, in this era, the person who can really bully me is probably not born yet." ”

Xiao Ding said: "It was not easy to get permission from the guards to allow a few of us to come out. You can't just go back like that. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was speechless: "Then don't get close to other people, let alone conflict with others, try to stand as far away as possible." ”

Xiao Ding pouted: "Brother Zhu dislikes us." ”

Zhu Xiaohua wanted to comfort them a few words.

Xiao Ding then said: "I understand, let's stand far away and watch, and never delay the business of the brick kiln." ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded, her heart warmed, and she wanted to reach out and touch her head to comfort her. But the hand stopped in mid-air, but it was not touched after all.

In this era, everyone's thinking is generally relatively conservative. If you touch it in front of so many people, it will really ruin the innocence of the girl's family.

Xiao Ding is still so young, innocent and cute.

Zhu Xiaohua turned around and walked into the competition venue without looking back.

In the crowd, someone whispered. Zhu Xiaohua heard someone say, "They came from the farm." ”

"On the farm, could it be?"

Someone whispered speculation.

Zhu Xiaohua didn't bother to care about the gossip of these people, and said to Zhang Shui: "Let's start the game, let's guess the boxing to decide who hits the ball first." ”

Zhang Shui flattened his hands behind his back, and after "one, two, three", he took the lead in getting out of the stone, and Zhu Xiaohua came out of the cloth.

Zhu Xiaohua won.

"No, two wins in three games, and two more rounds." Zhang Shui repented.

Zhu Xiaohua was speechless, and since he didn't explain how many rounds of guessing in advance, he couldn't refute it.

I had to agree: "Three rounds are three rounds, but if you swing the ball, it is eighteen holes and one game is won or lost." ”

Zhang Shui nodded: "No problem, punch quickly." ”

Zhu Xiaohua continued to make cloth this time, and Zhang Shui was also cloth. Immediately after that, Zhu Xiaohua was replaced with stone, and Zhang Shui was scissors.

Zhu Xiaohua won again.

Zhang Shui had nothing to say now, and Liu Daqiang and the representatives of the villagers of Luoshui Village who were standing on the side had no opinions.

This earthy golf match officially began, with Zhu Xiaohua taking the lead.

On the white starting line, eighteen red balls are lined up, each with a number, corresponding to the corresponding numbered hole 200 meters ahead.

In front of the hole, small flags hunt in the wind.

Zhu Xiaohua walked to the No. 1 ball, raised the wooden stick, and aimed at the No. 1 hole in front of him.

Swing the bat.

With a "thud", the ball falls cleanly into the hole.

A stick into the soul.

Everyone let out an incredible exclamation.

"It's amazing."

"That's how earthy golf is played."

Zhu Xiaohua walked to the No. 2 ball without any waves in his heart and stood still.

In the distance, Xiao Ding, Tang Yimin, Wu Zhi and others heard the cheers and turned their heads. They should also feel this happiness, because Zhu Xiaohua saw Xiao Ding jumping and clapping his hands in place again. Wu Zhi also took off his coat and waved it in the air.

Zhu Xiaohua aimed for the No. 2 hole and hit it with a single shot.

Suddenly, the wind picked up in front of him, and the ball stopped twenty or thirty meters from the hole.

Zhu Xiaohua walked straight over, aimed at the hole, and swung the second bat.

With a "ding dong", the ball went into the hole again without error.

The crowd cheered again, and several bear children ran into the game venue to grab the ball, but were blocked back by Liu Daqiang, Zhang Shui and several villagers.

On the table beyond the starting line, there is a wooden blackboard with the words: Zhu Xiaohua, Number of strokes, 3.

Zhu Xiaohua returned to the starting point and hit the third ball, the fourth ball, and the eighteenth ball.

About 40 minutes later, Zhu Xiaohua's 18 red balls all went into the hole, and the total number of swings was 48.

Liu Daqiang walked to the starting line, faced the audience and said: "At the end of the first half of the game, Zhu Xiaohua's total number of swings is 48 times. Now for the substitutions. ”

Zhu Xiaohua handed the bat to Zhang Shui, and everyone took out the red ball from the hole and swung it back to the starting line.

It was Zhang Shui's turn to hit the ball.

Zhang Shui watched Zhu Xiaohua hit the ball just now and found some patterns. Sometimes, the wind will pick up on the court, so if the force of the shot is too small, the ball will not fly into the hole at a time, so the number of swings will increase.

So, swing the ball hard!

He stood up to the No. 1 ball, mustered all his strength, and swung the first blow hard.

"Knock".

Everyone habitually follows the direction of the bat, looking for the trajectory of the ball.

Usually, after the bat hits the ball, the small red ball will fly up in the air and fall into the hole in a parabolic shape.

However, this time, there was no red ball in sight.

With a "thump", something fell to the ground.

Everyone's eyes retracted to the starting point, only to see that the ball was still lying on the starting line, and the bat was out of his hand, and Zhang Shui fell to the ground!

The ball didn't fly out, Zhang Shui beat himself out!

He had just made such a blow that the bat did not touch the ball, and due to inertia, he followed the stick and fell forward. The whole person fell outside the starting line.

"Zhang Shui, you want to enter the cave by yourself."

"I don't think it's you who plays, it's the ball that hits you!"

"Hahaha"

The audience burst into laughter.

Zhang Shui crawled on the ground, looking embarrassed.

He patted the dust off his body, stood up, and said, "This stick just now doesn't count, the stick didn't touch the ball." ”

Liu Daqiang, who presided over the game, and the villagers were very fair: "Why don't you count, after the game starts, you can swing and hit the ball." Zhang Shui, the number of times you swing, once. ”

Zhang Shui picked up the wooden stick on the ground and stood back on the starting line.

Having learned the lesson from last time, this time I was much more careful with my swing. He cautiously aimed and aimed, and after half a day, finally pulled out the second stick.

With a "bang", the red ball flew out and landed directly over the flagpole and outside the stadium area.

He has been working physically all year round, so his strength is indeed not small.

Zhang Shui ran outside the court and swung his bat again. With a "bang", the red ball crossed the hole and the flagstick and landed back into the course, but it still did not go into the hole.

"What is Zhang Shui doing, playing back and forth around the hole." Someone laughed and said.

Zhang Shui ran back to the court, sighed and said, "It seems that it's not good if the power is too great, the ball always flies out of bounds." ”