Fenghou

Chapter 96

The gaming area in Fengle Building is divided into small bets and big bets. Small bets are personal games, betting against the dealer in Fengle Building, throwing dice, fighting and weaving, playing backgammon and so on.

The big bet is that everyone gambles together, like betting on cockfights and horse racing, there are also betting on fighting, fighting, etc., and it is different every month.

"I went to ask. There is still a third game where no one signs up. How much do you plan to bet?" Hu Yantong asked Chen Qing.

"If I win, how much will I earn?"

"There are two kinds of this. One is to bet with the potters in Fenglelou. Generally, it pays three for one. If you bet one hundred guan, if you win, you will make a net profit of [-] guan. There is no relationship between the two parties, of course, Liu Qiong and I can help you bet."

Chen Qing brought fifty taels of silver, and he only had a few dozen pennies left, so he borrowed the fifty taels of silver from Hu Yantong.

He handed fifty taels of silver to Hu Yantong, "I bet twenty taels with the pot thrower, and then the outsiders bet thirty taels for me."

Hu Yantong took the silver and squeezed in. After a while, he brought back two pieces of paper. He handed the jute paper to Chen Qing, "This is your betting list. You are participating in the third game, and here are the three of us. Bets."

"You bet too?"

"Of course, Liu Qiong and I bet ten taels of silver on you, betting on you to win."

The big gamble was held on a wooden platform more than ten feet long, surrounded by lanterns, shining like daylight.

Pot Arrow, also known as Wen She, was a favorite game of civil servants and concubines and concubines in the Song Dynasty. Because it was simple, low-cost, and did not take up space, it was suitable for both men, women and children. He is indispensable for family gatherings, and the whole family competes together, which is very enjoyable.

The copper pot used today is about two feet high, with a big belly and thin neck open, shining metallic luster under the light.

Chen Qing took a closer look at this kind of copper pot. The opening is very deceitful. It looks very big, but in fact his pot mouth is only the size of an orange. It must be shot vertically, and it will pop out just a little bit.

The pitcher of Fengle Building is an unattractive middle-aged man. His real name has long since disappeared. Everyone calls him Wei Feng. This person only lives in Fengle Building and is very low-key. , I don’t know how many pot-throwing masters fell into his hands, he has never had a defeat, as early as the Xuanhe period, he was known as the number one pot-throwing player in Tokyo.

He does not participate in the usual small bets, he is only responsible for the big bets.

The rules of the game are also very simple. Throw five bronze arrows from a distance of three feet. win.

The first gambler has already come on stage, he is a samurai, of course he is betting on behalf of his master, betting [-] coins, his master is Liu Yu, a well-known big grain merchant in Lin'an.

The high platform was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. Everyone's face was full of excitement and excitement. Almost everyone placed their bets, waved their hands, and shouted excitedly.

This is, Wei Feng, the pitcher of Fengle Building, walked onto the wooden platform. He is about forty-five or six years old, with a small nose and small eyes. .

But people should not be judged by their appearance!It was this wretched middle-aged man who created a legend of Hujian. Since Xuanhe three years ago, he has not been defeated. It is also for this reason that Fanlou offered the challenger the highest payout more than ten years ago. Wu's high price has attracted countless masters to challenge him, but still no one can beat him.

Today's first challenger is a warrior from Jingzhou, surnamed Wang, who is also a master at throwing pot arrows. He just arrived in Lin'an and wanted to make a name for himself, so he thought of challenging Fengle Tower's pot-throwing hand Wei Feng.

'when! 'As soon as the bell rang, the game began, and the guests around fell silent.

At this time, Chen Qing suddenly saw a dozen young men walking down the stairs, and the one walking in front was Wang Bo. Chen Qing narrowed his eyes.

According to the rules, whoever shoots the arrow first will be chosen first by the guests, which is also a respect for the guests.

The samurai who challenged took the lead. He picked up a bronze arrow on the plate, felt it for a while, and threw the bronze arrow, "Boom! 'The copper arrow was accurately thrown into the pot, causing cheers and applause from all around.

Chen Qing nodded secretly. From his gestures, he could tell that he should be a master of step bow, and some habitual movements could not be changed.

'Boom! 'The second arrow was thrown into the pot with precision, and then the third arrow was also thrown into the pot. The surrounding applause continued one after another. He bet [-] coins both inside and outside the field. If he wins this battle, he will earn at least [-] coins.

Hu Yantong squeezed back and said with regret on his face: "I have stopped betting, and I wanted to buy some for this person to win."

Chen Qing smiled faintly, "It's a good thing you didn't buy him."

Hu Yantong was very surprised, "Will this warrior miss?"

"How can you tell?" Hu Yantong asked in astonishment.

Chen Qing smiled and said nothing. At this moment, the Jingzhou warrior picked up the fourth bronze arrow, and his hand trembled slightly.

The fourth arrow is thrown, 'Dang! With a crisp sound, the copper arrow missed the target, bounced up, and landed on the ground. There were boos all around, and Liu Yu's face immediately became ugly.

Perhaps because of being too nervous, the Jingzhou warrior failed to hit the fifth arrow, and there were boos in the lobby, and the Jingzhou warrior went down with shame on his face.

At this time, it was Feng Lelou's turn to throw pot hand Wei Feng.

He was very calm, and he threw three arrows into the pot like flowing water, and the applause from all around was extremely enthusiastic. Most of the people bet on Wei Feng, even if he made a little less money, he made back the money for tonight's wine.

The so-called layman watches the excitement, and the expert watches the doorway. Although this Wei Feng uses three postures to project into the pot, his core is the same. He uses his right index finger and wrist to exert force, and the force is extremely precise.

"What is the origin of this person?" Chen Qing asked.

Hu Yantong lowered his voice and said: "As early as more than ten years ago, someone checked his background. There are rumors that this person is from Zhoujiabao in Qinzhou, but it is just a guess."

"What's the name of Zhoujiabao?"

"Zhoujiabao is famous all over the world for its archery. In the past, Zhou Tong, the famous chief bow and horse instructor of the Forbidden Army, came out of Zhoujiabao."

Chen Qing nodded secretly, that's why.

At this time, Wei Feng's fourth arrow was also thrown into the pot, and it bounced a little, but it didn't go into the pot so smoothly, but it didn't land, and the total score was thirty-five points, already surpassing the opponent, so there was no need to shoot the fifth arrow.

Applause, cheers, and shouts resounded in the lobby. Liu Yu blushed with anger and stomped away.

Next is the settlement and exchange, and the preparation for the second game.

There was an accident in the second game, and the challenger gave up, which meant that except for the challenger himself, who lost his bet, everyone else lost nothing.

In front of the stairs, Wang Bo was so angry that he scolded his friend Qi Yun, "Why don't you stop your second uncle from giving up, he dare not go up, we can help him go up and vote, this time the three hundred coins are lost for nothing."

Qi Yun said helplessly: "He gave up and didn't discuss it with me, and I don't know either!"

"Go and ask again to see if you can cancel and give up."

Qi Yun ran away, and after a while, he came back panting and said, "The money is being refunded for the second match, and I can't cancel it, but I found an interesting thing."

"What fun?"

"Brother, guess who will play in the third game?"

Wang Bo frowned, "How could I guess?"

"It's Chen Qing. I saw his name, and I saw him in person."

Wang Bo's eyes lit up, and Chen Qing actually came. He rolled his eyes, and smiled at a dozen friends: "Brothers, do you want to bet some money to play?"

"Brother, Chen Qing's archery skills are very good. I'm afraid he won't lose this time."

"That's not necessarily the case, if he is distracted at a critical moment."

Everyone suddenly realized, they gave a thumbs up and praised: "Your brother is brilliant!"

Wang Bo didn't care about winning or losing the little money, but he absolutely didn't want to see Chen Qing win, and it would be best if Chen Qing lost everything.

Having said that, in line with the principle that a dead Taoist friend never dies a poor Taoist, while he was inciting his friends to bet on Weifeng, he himself did not pull out a dime.

(End of this chapter)