Soon, word of a rugby match spread within the farm.

In addition to the necessary work, all the staff gathered at the racecourse, and there was a 100-meter bonus for participating in the race, a 100-meter bonus for scores, a big gift package for victory, and a party in the afternoon.

Barbie and Xia Li hurriedly pulled streamers and buntings next to the arena.

The children living on the farm heard that there was a lively scene, and they were even more excited, dancing and shouting, like the New Year, and the atmosphere was all at once.

There are also two teams, each with 11 people, and 40 employees directly engaged in crop planting and breeding on the farm, and there is no shortage of contestants.

The referee must be authoritative, and Zhang Jing invited Wen Li to be the referee.

Because the referee needs six or seven, it was originally planned to let Lin Shufan, Xu Zehong, and Lin Jiangmeng also serve as deputy referees, but they don't understand rugby, so they can only let Mike, Barbie, Ferre, Jamie, and Xu Jiu play.

After two hours of preparation, two improvised teams were formed, one for Mirika as quarterback; One is to Quissar. Carter is a quarterback team.

Quissar. Carter is 36 years old and has the most experience and knowledge in raising cattle and farming on the farm.

The quarterback is the offensive brain, and according to Mirika, whether it is running the ball, passing, or attacking, most of them are quarterbacks.

Interestingly, there are three women on and in the team, which shows how popular rugby is.

And because rugby is known as the national ball of the Citi Nation, there are naturally balls on the farm, and there is more than one, and there are also anti-collision helmets and clothing, but there are not 22 pairs of them, so the armor is directly abandoned.

"Everyone," Zhang Jing said simply and clearly, standing in front of the two teams, "Strive to score, score and win, and now I invite the referee to speak."

Wen Li also likes rugby, but because she is old, it is inconvenient to go out, and in recent years she has only watched it on TV.

With Li Xing's support, Wen Li stood in front of the two team members, her eyes swept over the faces of a group of spiritual guys and girls, and said warmly, "Try not to get hurt, let's start."

As the whistle blows, the game starts on the green grass, starts in the sun, and the game starts instantly.

The opening scene is running, knocking down, rushing, running with the ball, and violently intercepting, no wonder Wen Li reminds them not to get hurt.

Because he didn't understand the scoring rules, Zhang Jing could only watch the excitement.

Fortunately, most people like to play Citi national football, and the adults and children are very happy and the atmosphere is very high.

Noticing that Wen Li beckoned to him, Zhang Jing stepped forward quickly.

Looking at the court and pretending to fulfill the referee's obligations, the old lady chatted softly, "Xu Jiu told me about the Fazhu, that thing is an Indian national treasure, it is of great significance, you really dare to take anything."

Zhang Jing was embarrassed and explained to himself: "It was just an accident, the opportunity was just right, not an intentional act."

"Why is that thing in Nairobi?" Wen Li asked strangely.

"I don't know," Zhang Jing shrugged, "It's huge, and it was cut into three for ease of transportation."

"Do you have any photos?"

Zhang Jing took out his mobile phone from his pocket, found the picture and handed it to Wen Li.

Li Xing handed the old lady a magnifying glass.

After looking closely, Wen Li admired, "I saw that photo of you in Nairobi, it is very handsome and handsome, very similar to my dead old man when he was young, I admire you people who lick blood on the knife edge."

Zhang Jing was embarrassed, he didn't lick a drop of blood, he didn't shed a drop of blood, it was all Noleita and her team members, one thigh was hit by a bullet, the other arm was broken by a bullet, and Noleino himself was pulled out of his nails, which was miserable.

I didn't know that Zhang Jing had a lot of thoughts in his heart, so Wen Li said: "I have found the next family of Fazhu, send it to Xiangjiang as soon as possible, and the money will be transferred to your Xiangjiang account in the next two days."

Wen Li didn't say how much, although she knew that the old lady was too angry and would not treat her own people badly, Zhang Jing still couldn't help but ask curiously, "How much?"

"300 million rice dollars worth of Hong Kong dollars."

Xu Zehong said that it was worth 2~500 million meters, but because it was cut into three sections, the value fell sharply, and Wen Li gave 300 million meters.

Obviously a friendship price, the corners of Zhang Jing's eyes jumped, "Will it be too much?"

"No," Wen Li said lightly, "you deserve it."

After earning the benefits, Zhang Jing sent a fragrant sycophant and said, "Old lady Xie reward, I will pinch your shoulder."

"Not to mention thanks," Wen Li kept looking at the court, "If you remember me well, just help me take care of Xu Jiu in the future."

Wen Li said this, Zhang Jing thought it was just polite, although Xu Jiu was a woman, he felt more vigorous than a man.

At this time, the whistle sounded on the field, and it turned out that a cowboy had broken his front teeth and needed to be replaced.

"The charm of rugby is the big collision and violent interception," Wen Li said, pointing to the field, "Xu Lin is also a rugby player at school, he is a defender, and I go to watch every game he plays."

Xu Lin is one of Wen Li's grandsons, her favorite junior, who died unexpectedly, and Zhang Jing's first mission to Seattle was to "find someone".

Noting that the corners of the old lady's eyes were moist, Zhang Jing pointed to the temporary court, his thoughts were wild, and he chatted and asked, "How much does it cost to raise a rugby team?"

"1 coach, 1 team doctor, 20 team members, salary, injury treatment, equipment, competition fees," Wen Li calculated slowly, "about 1.4 million meters a year."

"It's not cheap," Zhang Jing wondered, "It doesn't seem to be expensive?"

"This is an ordinary team, and the salary of the players is calculated according to the annual salary of 70,000 meters, if it is a big-name star, 1.4 million meters is far from enough."

After realizing it, Wen Li asked Zhang Jing, "What are you going to do?"

"It dawned on me that it would be nice to have a rugby team and have fun."

"What's the name of the team?" Wen Li asked.

Zhang Jing opened his mouth and came, "How is Lin Chong's rugby team?"

"Not well," Wen Li's voice became stern, "my grandson's name will not be entertained."

"You misunderstood," Zhang Jing asked the old lady, pointing to the strong Mirika, "how do you think that girl is playing rugby?"

Wen Li commented to Mirika, "The level is not high, the body is very good, it seems that I can do some kung fu, and I have an advantage in the collision."

"As you can see, Mirika has indeed learned kung fu for a few days," Zhang Jing pointed to Lin Shufan, who was standing twenty meters away, "His name is Lin Shufan, he is 82 years old this year, and he has practiced iron cloth shirts all his life.

"What do you want to say?" Wen Li asked rhetorically.

"If this team is born, Mr. Lin Shufan must be the soul, Mr. Lin is surnamed Lin, and he is a martial arts person, called "Lin Chong Rugby Team" should be the situation, this has nothing to do with Xu Lin, of course,"

Zhang Jing changed his words, "If you don't agree, I can change my name."

Wen Li shook her head, not wanting to quarrel with Zhang Jing, and reminded: "The 'Lin Chong Rugby Team' is too Chinese and will be rejected, if you insist, I can't control it."

After being reminded by the old lady, Zhang Jing also realized that this name could not be used, and it was really terrible to be correct and correct populism, so he decided to change the name.

Yes, Zhang Jing was serious, and he decided to make a rugby team, although this is a career that is destined to lose money in the early stage and develop slowly.

What is the effect of combining hard-core kung fu and violent movement? Looking forward to it.