Daming Yuanfu

Chapter 203 Spending a lot of money (Part [-])
Yalang shouted so dryly that half an hour later, still no one dared to fight.Yalang was standing on the side rubbing his nose in frustration, when suddenly a man squeezed out from the crowd, he looked about ten years old, white and clean, thin and thin, wearing a round collar and straight gown of fine cotton, Because he is a child, his head is naked, so he wears a melon skin hat, and the whole dress has an air of temperament, quite like a child pretending to be an adult.

I saw that he was holding a bamboo tube about two inches high in his hand, with some cattail grass stuffed on the mouth of the tube. He walked to the mahogany table in a leisurely manner and asked Yalang, "You said it was 200 taels?"

"Yes, 200 taels!" Although Yalang answered resolutely, a pair of mung bean eyes flashed back and forth on the child.It must be known that those who dare to come here to fight are the children of rich families in the capital.But the kid in front of him, not only did he look poor, but he really couldn't tell how high his family was, so he couldn't help but wondered, "Little brother, are you here to challenge our lord?"

"Yes." The child turned his nostrils to the sky, lifted the bamboo tube, shook it, and said, "Go and tell Uncle Wang, 200 taels is too little."

As soon as these words came out, the audience suddenly fell silent, all eyes were on this boy with a loud tone, and everyone wondered: Where did this little kid come out, dare to come here to lie, There are quite a few people in Beizhen Fusi who have friendship with Feitenglou.

Yalang also stood at the same spot without moving, staring at the little boy and said: "Young master, let me remind you that there is no joke in the casino, the wagers are equal, and you can get as much as Uncle Wang pays."

"Stop babbling, go talk to Uncle Wang." The challenger's tone was also very firm.

Yalang gave a "hmm", just turned around but saw the door of the east wing opened with a creak, and a person came out from inside.I saw that he was tall and thin, and in this newly warmer day, he walked over with a jade fracture fan in his hand.This person is the famous "King of Promoting Weaving" Wang Dengbang. He only walked out the door after hearing the conversation between Yalang and the visitor.

As soon as Wang Dengbang went out, there was a commotion in the hall immediately, and all the gamblers applauded him. He waved to the gamblers smugly as a salute, then closed the folding fan with one hand and bowed to the visitors with a "snap". , seemingly humble but actually arrogantly asked: "My surname is Wang, and Wang is on the list. May I ask the young master's name?"

"Miangui's surname is Li, Muzi Li." The boy returned the gift with his arms folded.

"What's your name?"

"Just call me Young Master Li."

Wang Dengbang nodded, opened the folding fan with a "swipe", and asked, "Do you think the prize is too small?"

"Yes."

"How much do you want to add?"

"Add 100 taels."

"300 taels?" Wang Dengbang's eyes flashed, and an unconcealable excitement raised his eyebrows. He closed the folding fan again with a "snap", and shouted, "Bring the bank note."

"Okay."

He only heard one of his servants agree, and immediately handed over a 300 tael bank note to Yalang.Mr. Li was not willing to show weakness, so he also took out a bank note from his sleeve and gave it to Yalang.

Yalang packed up Wang Dengbang's banknotes, but opened Mr. Li's banknotes. He turned them upside down and looked at them for a long time. Mr. Li squinted at him and asked dissatisfiedly, "Why, fake?"

Yalang smiled apologetically and said, "No, no, you have to be careful when dealing with people for the first time... But, you are a Yangzhou ticket, most of the ones we use in the capital are Changlu tickets, this..."

Here is a word to interject: Banknotes originated in the Song Dynasty and were used in the Yuan Dynasty, but they were replaced by Daming banknotes in the Ming Dynasty. However, because Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand economic laws, Daming banknotes were issued indiscriminately, but decades have passed It was difficult to circulate, and it had ceased to be issued during the Zhengde Dynasty.At present, the "Yangzhou Ticket" and "Changlu Ticket" are actually the private tickets of salt merchants, and the scope of circulation is actually very limited. Credentials between.

Yangzhou salt merchants and Changlu salt merchants each had their own interest alliances, which were usually referred to as chambers of commerce. The internal credit certificates issued by their chambers of commerce were called silver tickets or salt tickets outside, and they were different from those in the middle and late Qing Dynasty. There are differences in ticket numbers and bank notes.

"Changlu tickets and Yangzhou tickets can be exchanged for each other, and they are all exchanged at the sight of the tickets. Why don't you accept it here?" Mr. Li is young, and his clothes can't be said to be lavish, but his speech and behavior are imposing. Quite enough, he then turned around and asked Wang Dengbang, "Please tell me, Uncle Wang, what kind of game do you play here?"

"According to the rules, three rounds determine the outcome."

"Is it a three-headed worm or a one-headed worm?"

"Three heads are fine, or one head is fine, it's up to the two of us to agree."

"Then please ask Uncle Wang to make a decision."

"How can there be such a reason? Your Excellency, if you come to fight, it should be up to you to decide. If not, these men who are watching the battle should not bully foreign guests like a joke?" The ticket determined that he was not a native of the capital.

Wang Dengbang is determined to win, so he appears magnanimous.Mr. Li didn't mind, he smiled, looked at the crowded lobby, and said, "Since Uncle Wang is so magnanimous, I'd rather be respectful than follow orders... how about winning or losing in a game?"

Wang ascended the list, because his golden-winged eagle was invincible. Since the weather turned warm a few days ago, he has won six games in a row, earning him thousands of taels of silver back.Now that they have rested for two days, it is suitable for a hearty fight.So he said "yes" and asked someone to carry the delicate straw cage for him.The two sat down at both ends of the mahogany table.

Just like a casino has a croupier, Yalang presided over the promotion of weaving. With the help of Yalang, Wang Dengbang and Li Gongzi exchanged bamboo tubes and straw cages, and observed each other's generals.

Promoting weaving is a worm show. Since it can be called a play, of course there is a lot of knowledge in it.Just talking about the types of weaving, in terms of color, there are red and purple heads, jute heads, blue and yellow heads, white hemp heads, light jute heads, red hemp heads, green gold hemp heads, purple hemp heads, chestnut hemp heads, and cypress leaves. There are dozens of kinds of Matou, black Matou, semi-red Matou, and black Matou.Generally speaking, blue is the top, yellow is the next, red is the next, black is the next, and white is the bottom.

Mr. Li took Wang Dengbang's straw cage from Yalang, and looked in through the grass gap. On the fine sand at the bottom of the cage, there was a war insect squatting on the sand. Its body was green like a crab shell, its head was round and its teeth were big, its legs were long and its neck was wide, and it had red claws. Red claws, golden wings dry hair.I saw it trapped in the cage restlessly, tossing and turning, wishing it could smash its head through the cage wall.I couldn't help sighing in my heart: "It really looks like a king. It's not unreasonable to call it a golden-winged eagle. Doesn't this look reminiscent of the golden-winged roc!"

Besides, Wang Dengbang took Mr. Li's bamboo tube and looked at it. Inside, there was one that was as black as ink, lying on its knees bent, with its head buried like an old fox. The generous head.

Wang Dengbang thought in his heart: "This worm is only a middle-grade one, and he is still lazy. If he fights, he will be torn to pieces by the golden-winged eagle in just three or two strokes." I felt relieved, and even decided to sell favors, teasing this little guy who appeared out of nowhere in front of me.

When he returned the bamboo tube, his eyes were filled with mockery, and he asked, "What's your bug's name?"

That Mr. Li blinked and said, "Mother Xuanyi."

Wang Dengbang murmured in his heart: How can anyone give such a name to Cuzhi Warlord? It's big and inappropriate. Can the Buddha's mother be a person who is easy to kill?This little guy is simply evil.

(End of this chapter)