The Song Dynasty shocked the world by earning 100 million at the beginning

When everyone left, Song Huizong was changing clothes in Wende Hall.

"Alas! What should I do with the Khitans, Jurchens, and Xixia people!" Song Huizong lamented alone.

Song Huizong was very distressed when he thought of this.

Thinking of the abbot of Xiangguo Temple and the master he said before, Song Huizong looked up to the sky and sighed.

Master, wherever you are, please show up and help me!

At the same time, compared to Song Huizong, Liu Yuanhui outside Ziwei Palace was very happy.

He walked briskly and hummed a tune as he walked out of "Yutangzhai", which was still under construction.

"Sister Cheng, I finally hugged you! Is this what it feels like to be in love!" Liu Yuanhui said to himself with an obscene look on his face.

It was still early at this time, so Liu Yuanhui went straight to Yuanhui Cuju Field.

More than a dozen Cuju teams in the field were sweating profusely from practicing.

"Uncle Ni, how are you today?" Liu Yuanhui walked to the butler who was enjoying the cool weather and asked.

"Except for the Qilin team, all participating teams are here, ah! Our Yuanhui team is not here either!" the chief steward said to Liu Yuanhui.

"Isn't the captain of Team Yuanhui here? I'll organize training right now! Hey! Who is that! Go and call all the members of Team Yuanhui!" After Liu Yuanhui and the housekeeper said this, they sent a few servants to gather the members of Team Yuanhui.

"By the way, Uncle Ni, how are the groupings going?" Yuan Hui turned around and asked the housekeeper again.

"Sixteen teams are divided into eight groups to compete. Those strong teams didn't draw our Yuanhui team. Don't worry, young master." The steward said and handed Liu Yuanhui a schedule.

"There are two games tomorrow, ah! Our team was photographed the day after tomorrow, and the opponent is the Sirius team..." Liu Yuanhui continued: "I met a fish belly when I came up. It's boring, it's really boring!"

"There will be a game for the Xiangguo Temple team tomorrow. If you are interested, young master, you can come and watch the game," the chief steward said.

"I'll wait and see tomorrow! It's probably going to be a crushing success. How are the sales of admission tickets going?" Liu Yuanhui asked.

"All the tickets for the eight qualifying matches have been sold out, and the price is the same as the previous exhibition match." The chief steward suddenly thought of something, stood up and said, "This morning, a young eunuch from the palace gave me one hundred taels of gold. ! I want to reserve the admission voucher for all Yuanhui Cup matches in the largest box!"

"Then the emperor must be coming! Butler, the Tianlong box will be cleaned every day, and the fruit snacks and Yuanhui tea will be replaced every day during the competition! The emperor may not come on a certain day!" Liu Yuanhui explained in a low voice.

"I know!" said the steward.

At this time, Bailey trotted to Liu Yuanhui and said: "Master! Do you want to train? The threshold of the Cuju hall has been trampled in these days! Except for the Qilin team, all participating teams have come to our place to customize their jerseys!"

"That's a good thing!" Liu Yuanhui said.

"Brother Liu!" Xing Ai and Xing Kong greeted Liu Yuanhui from afar.

After a while, Butcher Zheng also came. After not seeing him for a few days, this man seemed to have gained weight again.

After all the Yuanhui team members arrived, Liu Yuanhui stood in the audience and said: "I'm calling everyone here today. Firstly, to practice their skills. After all, they haven't competed for a long time! Secondly, everyone needs to choose their own numbers. They will be able to embroider them by then." On the Cuju suit!”

"Why do you need to embroider a number on your body?" Bailey asked.

"The number is our mark, the audience can recognize you from a distance, and it is also our lucky symbol!" Liu Yuanhui said to everyone.

"Then I want the number nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine!" Xing Ai said first.

Liu Yuanhui slapped his forehead and replied with a wry smile: "Brother Xing Ai, please choose one within one to one hundred."

"Ah! Then I want number ninety-nine! Anyway, the biggest one will do!" Xing said angrily.

"Okay!" Liu Yuanhui asked Xingkong again: "Little master! Where are you?"

Xing Kong thought for a moment and said, "Buddha said, 'Nine-nine returns to true nature', I want number eighty-one!"

Everyone chose their numbers one by one.

"Okay! Then I will be twenty-four!" Liu Yuanhui said when he saw that everyone had finished choosing.

"Why is it number 24?" Everyone asked Liu Yuanhui.

"Hahahaha, Bailey chose twenty-three. I want it to be one size older than Bailey! And..." Liu Yuanhui stopped laughing and said seriously: "This number also commemorates a good friend of mine who has passed away!"

When everyone had chosen the numbers, Liu Yuanhui handed the book recording the numbers to a servant and took it to the Xiufang to make it quickly.

Then Liu Yuanhui walked to the center of the field and announced the schedule of the "Yuanhui Cup" with a loudspeaker.

Everything is ready for the qualifiers.

Liu Yuanhui looked around the Cuju field to see if there was any damage.

My eyes accidentally glanced at a big hole in the wall of the auditorium. This was the big hole that Liu Yuanhui made by himself using Cuju during an exhibition match with the Royal Lions!

"Hey? Who is that! Patch up this big hole!" Liu Yuanhui said to a servant.

"Master!" After hearing this, Bailey ran over and said, "Master, this hole is specially reserved as a souvenir! The last ball of that shocking exhibition match! There are many people who came here specially to see this hole!"

"Look at your achievements! Is the exhibition match worth keeping as a souvenir? Although I'm very happy that you said that, young master, but it's nothing compared to the upcoming main match!" Liu Yuanhui said.

Bailey thought for a while, looked at the hole again, and said, "Okay, I'll find someone to repair it, but there will be a competition tomorrow, and there may be traces left after repairing it, which won't look good."

"Then you get a sign to block it! Cough! It's up to you!" Liu Yuanhui said and walked out of the Cuju field.

Bailey looked at Liu Yuanhui's leaving back. Just as he turned his head, he was suddenly patted. When he looked back, Liu Yuanhui suddenly appeared behind him again.

"My dear mother! Master, when did you come back?" Bailey shouted.

"Wait a minute!" Liu Yuanhui bowed and put his hands on his knees, wearing a shabby dress.

"Just now! Did you mean... to use... a sign... to block the auditorium... on the guardrail!" Liu Yuanhui asked breathlessly.

"That's what you said! Master, please slow down, don't be impatient, speak slowly!" Bailey handed Liu Yuanhui a cup of Yuanhui fruit tea.

Liu Yuanhui took a big sip, took a deep breath, and then said: "Your young master, I am really a genius!"