When Yang Zhi was stunned, Yang Xiaoliu next to him jumped out with a steadily step: "Manager Wei, I also want to become a worshiper of Qingyun Club!"

The young man dared to say anything, but the other friends even looked at Manager Wei with naive and expectant expressions.

However, Manager Wei was experienced after all, so he nodded with a smile: "Of course, if you can play one-on-one with Brother Yang and don't lose too badly, I will agree to you join."

"Ah, let's play with Brother Yang?"

"How is that possible..."

Yang Xiaoliu and Zhu Goudan gave up directly, let alone others. Yang Zhi's level is ceiling-level for them.

Yang Zhi looked at his friends in disappointment. Although he had a smile on his face, his blue birthmark was too hideous and looked a little gloating, which made Yang Xiaoliu and others so angry that they swear that they must practice well and then defeat Yang Zhi, the great devil.

Yun Yi smiled but said nothing. In fact, he meant to ask Yang Zhi to join Qingyun Club. If he wanted to hide this, Manager Wei would also cooperate.

After a while of trouble, several friends surrounded Yang Zhi for a while and congratulated him. The monthly salary of eight liang of silver is higher than that of ordinary officials of seventh and eighth ranks. Moreover, Qingyun Club also provides food and accommodation. After counting this, eight liang will be even more.

Yang Xiaoliu said with a laugh: "Now Brother Yang can marry a good wife, and I want to be my brother-in-law."

Yang Zhi reached out and knocked him angrily, then walked to Yun Yi, clasped his fists respectfully, and everything was silent.

Apart from Manager Wei, the only one who knew that Yun Yi was the owner of Qingyun Club.

Yun Yi smiled and helped him up, saying, "Qingyun Club should not restrict your freedom. If you have any ambitions, go for it. Qingyun Club will not only not restrict you, but will also help you from various channels."

Yang Zhi looked stunned, and he was quite moved.

Yang Xiaoliu is the same. Yang Zhi is his elder brother. Yang Zhi is good, and his life will not be too bad, so he hurried forward and said, "Yes, Brother Yang, have you always wanted to participate in the martial arts competition?"

While speaking, he secretly whispered to Manager Wei. Manager Wei had just said that he knew the people from the governor's mansion.

The commander in charge of the national military, including the selection and assessment of military officers. In fact, in the Northern Song Dynasty, a mere military general was not as high as a civilian. As long as he had money, he could buy a military position of seventh and eighth rank, which would be easier to have a relationship.

Wei Hong came with Ni Manqing's mission and followed Yun Yi's instructions. Although he didn't know why Ni Manqing pleased Yun Yi so much, he knew that this was the time for him to show off, so he stood up.

Manager Wei said: "Brother Yang, if you really have an idea, after the Cuju competition, I will take you to meet someone. As long as he agrees, you can enter the army to train for about half a year. Now the war in the northwest is a little more peaceful, but the north is in a tight position. It depends on your ability to make achievements. How about it?"

After the Chanyuan Alliance, the Northern Song Dynasty set up courts in Xiongzhou (now Xiongxian, Hebei) and Bazhou (now Bazhou, Hebei) on the border, and opened transactions.

The porcelain making and printing technology of the Northern Song Dynasty was passed down to the Liao Kingdom, and spices, rhinoceros horns, ivory, tea, porcelain, lacquerware, rice and silk fabrics were used to exchange for the Liao Dynasty's sheep, horses, camels and other livestock.

However, after nearly a hundred years of transactions, the Liao people found that the country's economy has not only not made progress, but has been regressing more and more. Some people with higher alertness have found that they are too dependent on the Northern Song Dynasty and should limit the amount of imported goods.

But, this kind of thing cannot be changed by a few people. The Liao people were used to using cattle and sheep to exchange for cheap daily necessities in the Northern Song Dynasty, and the nobles were also used to making huge profits from it. They ignored the lives and death of ordinary people.

Therefore, these people spontaneously organized themselves, trying to provoke public anger from the Northern Song Dynasty and the Liao Kingdom by disrupting border trade and even plundering and killing, in order to unite the Liao people after the conflict.

Not to mention, their purpose is half. In the process of pursuing and interception of these people, occasionally there will be soldiers from both countries working. After all, the so-called border is seventy or eighty years ahead of the Han people.

In short, the two countries are harmonious on the surface, but in fact, the small confrontation on the border has never stopped, and the soldiers' path to achieve success has never stopped...

After listening to Manager Wei’s explanation, Yang Zhi was quite moved. He turned his head to look at Yun Yi, with a raging fire burning in his eyes.

Yun Yi smiled and said, "If you want to go, go."

Yang Zhi took a deep breath and replied: "My father had been talking about regaining the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun before he came, but I have never been to Yanyun before when I grew up so old. Now that I have such an opportunity, I don't want to give up. I hope the young master will forgive me. Yang Zhi cannot stay with him."

"Silly boy, you have ambition to achieve success and achieve success. If you have this intention, how could I stop you from letting you go... Okay, let's talk about this again. I have a lot of good things here. Then I will give you a set of armor and a handy weapon."

Yang Zhi looked moved.

Yun Yi smiled and said, "I didn't say it in the morning. I'll invite you to drink and eat meat in the afternoon. Now let's clean up our mood. Let's eat and drink good wine and meat..."

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While Yun Yi and Yang Zhi and others were having a drink, something happened to Fanlou.

In two days, the Mid-Autumn Festival finals will be held. There are eight teams competing for the top spot on that day, and now there are three teams that have not been selected.

In the private room of Duan Zhao Ji, Zhao Mujin and his younger brother Zhao Wei sat beside him and looked at the storybook boredly, leaning against the soft couch, dignified and lazy coexisting, and their unique temperament makes people refuse to admit blasphemy.

In the past two days, Zhao Mujin has not gone to the Wen Jiyuan. Because she talked to Li Qingzhao a few days ago, she didn't know how to face her former sisters for the time being. She didn't even go to Wang's birthday, so she could only run to Zhao Ji to hide.

The competition on Cuju Field on the first floor was in full swing. Zhao Ji stood on the terrace and looked down, occasionally exchanging his experiences with Prince Wang beside him.

But just halfway through the game, a nasty burst of laughter suddenly came from the second floor.

Zhao Ji frowned and saw a few Liao people holding their horn cups and talking: "Trump is like a group of girls competing for hydrangeas, hahaha..."

This person's Chinese is average, but the meaning of the expression is word-of-mouthed to Zhao Ji's ears. The spectators on the second floor frowned, including some officials in the court.

However, these people dared not speak out because the person who spoke was an envoy of the Liao Kingdom, and he also had a certain identity.

"Yelu Yanxi, how could he appear here?" Wang Shi, beside Zhao Ji, frowned slightly.

"This Yelu Yanxi, nicknamed Aguo, was named the Grand Marshal of the World at the age of fifteen. She has a high reputation in the Liao Kingdom. Maybe she will be the next King of Liao." A white-faced stinger behind Wang Shi added.

Zhao Ji glanced at the little official, paused slightly with his frown, and said curiously: "You beat Li Zheng in the palace that day..."

The white-faced little official looked upright and looked at the prince-consor Wang Shi. Wang Shi smiled and said, "The king of Duan still remembers him. This kid is called Gao Qiu. Not only is he good at football skills, but his calligraphy skills are also extraordinary. He is the little official I want from Su Weng."

After King Duan glanced at Gao Qiu, he stopped talking.

At this time, the group of Liao people became even more excessive. The bearded man standing behind Yelu Yanxi directly picked up the wine pot next to him and threw it towards the Cuju venue.

With a clang, the wine and pieces of porcelain spilled all over the floor.

The whole Fan Tower was silent for a moment.
Chapter completed!