Who says sleep is not spiritual practice?

Chapter 82
Is Qifengju the fourth son's property?

Shen Qianjin's words left everyone dumbfounded!
The next moment, many people in the stands questioned:

"What are you kidding?"

"Qifengju is a time-honored restaurant. It has been in Wangcheng for hundreds of years. The fourth son is only this year old. How could he have anything to do with Qifengju?"

"that is!"

"I have long heard that Shen Qianjin, the behind-the-scenes owner of Qifengju, is an out-and-out gambler. If you want to invest in the fourth son who is not favored by others, we can understand it, but you can't lie to him." ah!"

"Press the entire Qifengju up there, aren't you afraid of getting rid of it?"

"There are rumors in the Jianghu that Shen Qianjin is a beautiful woman. From my point of view, this fat man must be a counterfeit, here to tease us!"

But others countered:
"But……"

"The hundred-year-old Xinfeng wine can't be fake, right?"

"Qifengju is so steadfast in supporting the Fourth Young Master, even at the expense of embarrassing the Second Madam in public. Could it be that he got some news in advance?"

Someone glanced at the famous sword Shuoyue in Jiang Qingyu's hand and the luxurious carriage, and came to a conclusion:
"In my opinion, there might be a dark horse in this winter hunting competition!"

He paused and asked:

"By the way, Boss Xu, is your casino still open? I want to bet!"

"Who are you betting on?"

"Naturally, there are too many people betting on the fourth son, and there are too many people betting on the second son, and there is not much money to win!"

Suddenly, a white dove flew down from the sky and landed on the shoulder of the casino owner surnamed Xu.

He took down a secret letter from the white dove's feet, glanced at it hastily, his expression changed slightly:

"No, people from Qifengju just went to my casino to bet on the fourth son, and bet a whole 10 taels of gold!"

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay:

"10 taels of gold? That's equivalent to 100 million taels of silver! Shen Qianjin is not afraid of messing things up!"

"Damn, this fat man never does business at a loss. He must have known something in advance for supporting the Fourth Young Master at all costs!"

The next moment, they looked at the casino owner again:

"Old Xu, don't spread this news to the outside world. You can tell others after we go back and collect money to make a bet!"

"Yes, don't spread the word!"

"Wait for the brothers to make some money, please, General, get drunk and sleep for a few nights!"

Boss Xu smiled and nodded again and again, but there was a burst of contempt in his heart:
A group of rotten gamblers are also worthy of being called brothers and sisters with Lao Tzu?

Fools don't spread the word!
Don't even think about it, once the news comes out, how many people have to squeeze their heads to bet in Lao Tzu's casino?

……

in the school field.

At this moment, including Jiang Qingjian, everyone turned their attention to the unremarkable Fourth Young Master.

Even Heijia General Duoji couldn't help asking:
"My lord, is Qifeng Residence really your property?"

"..."

Jiang Qingyu smiled awkwardly:
"Probably, maybe, it should be... yes."

He has long known that the maid "Jing Zhe" will arrange a wine for him this time, and Shen Qianjin, the owner of Xifengju, also came to Ziyan Courtyard to say hello...

But he really didn't expect that Jingzhe would actually buy the entire Qifengju!
and……

Judging by Shen Qianjin's convincing manner, it is estimated that not only Qifengju, but even the bunch of wineries under his name will have the surname Jiang in the future!

"Prodigal girl, why didn't you say hello in advance?"

Jiang Qingyu complained in a low voice, but she was cheerful in her heart, very satisfied with Jing Zhe's performance this time.

After all, there are still some people in Bingzhou who are on the sidelines when it comes to the battle between the sons and daughters.

Show off a little bit of strength by yourself, so that those people can continue to remain neutral, don't ask them to take refuge in you, at least don't fall to Jiang Qingjian or Jiang Qingzhu so quickly!

In this way, when he wins the winter hunting competition, he can win over this group of people, so as to avoid being isolated and helpless in the three northern states in the future.

On the side, the coachman Old Wu smacked his lips:

"My lord, no wonder you invited me to eat at Qifengju after you came back! You are the one who owns the restaurant!"

"Then I, Old Wu, don't be too polite. The original plan is too little, so add a few more!"

Jiang Qingyu said loudly:

"Don't talk about a few meals, as long as Uncle Wu is free, he can eat every day!"

With a few meals in exchange for the favor of a Houtian tenth rank, this transaction can make a lot of money!
He also understands that with Lao Wu's tenth-rank acquired martial arts cultivation, it's not that he can't afford Qifengju, it's just that he doesn't think it's worth it.

In addition to making a promise to Old Wu, Jiang Qingyu stood on the carriage, and at the same time said loudly to the soldiers:
"One month later, no matter what the result of the competition is, I will hold a banquet in Xifengju to entertain all the soldiers, so..."

"Please come back alive!"

Jiang Qingyu's attitude is very sincere.

But as soon as this statement came out, it was ridiculed by many people:

"Heh, how can anyone not die in a war?"

"You must come back alive. Is he encouraging the soldiers to avoid fighting?"

"Hey, it's like this since I haven't fought a war before."

"Compassion does not command soldiers!"

……

Even Old Wu, the coachman, couldn't help reminding in a low voice:
"Master, murderous intent, murderous intent!"

"What you just said was too soft, not hard enough!"

"When you go out to fight, you have to say something tough, such as being invincible, invincible, killing all the Di people, that will make people's blood boil!"

Jiang Qingyu was startled slightly, and looked at Duoji.

Seeing that Duoji nodded slightly.

"Is that so?"

"But I didn't prepare the manuscript in advance..."

Jiang Qingyu complained inwardly.

But right now, the atmosphere is all set here, and it seems impossible not to shout something.

So, he raised the famous sword Shuoyue in his hand above his head, and shouted out a word simply and forcefully:

"kill!"

"..."

Heijia General Duoji looked helpless.

But he had to hold up the Zhangba Snake Spear, and the second one spoke:
"kill!"

Immediately afterwards, more than 800 Qiang cavalry shouted in unison:

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Then, Jiang Qingmeng and Jiang Qingyin also ordered their respective troops to shout the word "kill".

Jiang Qingmeng is to show support for Jiang Qingyu.

As for Jiang Qingyin, it was purely for the sake of ending the meeting early and going back to change clothes.

"My lord, shall we shout?"

In the Green Sword Battalion, a lieutenant general asked.

Jiang Qingjian nodded slightly, without losing his demeanor:

"Anyway, we all have a common goal, to go north to Fadi."

The lieutenant understood.

Then, 1000 people from the Green Sword Battalion also joined the shouting team.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

All four teams are shouting loudly.

As a result, the only silent Green Bamboo Camp in the school grounds seemed a bit out of place.

"Miss, quickly order and shout together!"

"Black Fox" Liang Mo hurriedly reminded:

"Otherwise, we would be a joke!"

Jiang Qingzhu snorted coldly.

"You don't need to remind me, I understand!"

At the same time, she slowly pulled out the long knife worn at her waist.

Clang——

With a soft groan from the blade, she uttered a word:
"kill!"

Immediately, a thousand green bamboo camps all spoke.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

……

On the school field, the roar of nearly five thousand soldiers exploded in everyone's ears like thunder, which made people's hearts surge.

Some valiant people from the rivers and lakes looked excited, wishing they could follow the soldiers to go north with swords and horses.

at the same time.

King Jubei took the drumstick from a soldier, walked to a battle drum, and began to beat the drum himself.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound of the drums became more and more dense, like a murderous song, or someone calling the shots on the battlefield.

At this moment, everyone's morale is high!
boom!
When the final hammer fell, King Jubei turned his back on the crowd and uttered two words loudly:

"Let's go!"

In an instant, thousands of cavalry were divided into five teams, each heading north.

(End of this chapter)