Yalang shouted until his mouth went dry, and half an hour passed before he knew it, but no one dared to challenge him. Yalang was standing aside in frustration, rubbing his nose, when suddenly someone squeezed out of the crowd. It looked like
She was only about ten years old, fair and skinny, wearing a Yuanqing round-neck straight jacket made of fine Gebu. Her head was bare because she was a child, so she wore a melon-skin hat. The whole outfit looked a bit petite.
Children pretend to be adults.
I saw that he was holding a two-inch-high phoebe bamboo tube in his hand, with some cattails stuffed into the mouth of the tube. He calmly walked to the mahogany table and asked Yalang: "You said it was two hundred taels?"
"Yes, two hundred taels!" Although Yalang replied resolutely, a pair of green bean eyes were looking back and forth at the child. It should be noted that those who dare to come here to call for battle are all children from rich families in the capital. But the child in front of him is not
Despite his poor appearance, it was hard to tell how high his family was, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, "This little brother, are you here to challenge our uncle Wang?"
"Yes." The child's nostrils were turned upward, he lifted the bamboo tube and shook it, and then said, "Go and tell Uncle Wang that two hundred taels is too little."
As soon as these words came out, the whole place suddenly fell silent. All eyes were directed at this boy with a loud tone. Everyone was wondering: Where did this little kid come from and dare to come here to lie?
There are many people in Beizhen Fusi who have friendship with Feitenglou.
Yalang also stood there without moving, staring at the child and said: "Young master, I remind you that there are no jokes in the casino, and the gambling money is equal. You can get as much as Uncle Wang pays."
"Stop being so fussy, go talk to Uncle Wang." The challenger also had a tough tone.
Yalang said "Hmm" and just turned around when he saw the door to the east wing creaked open and a man walked out. He was tall and thin. In this warm day, he was shaking a hand.
The fan with a broken jade handle came swaying. This man was the famous "King of Promoting Weaving" Wang Dengbang. He walked out after hearing the conversation between Yalang and the visitor.
As soon as Wang Dengbang went out, there was a commotion in the hall, and all the gamblers applauded to greet him. He waved to the gamblers proudly in return, then with a "pop" sound, he closed the folding fan with one hand and raised his hand to the guests.
, seemingly humble but yet arrogant, asked: "My surname is Wang. Wang is on the list. What is your surname, young master?"
"My surname is Li, Muzi Li." The child bowed his hands and returned the gesture.
"How to call it?"
"Just call me Mr. Li."
Wang Dengbang nodded, opened the folding fan again, and asked, "Do you think the lottery is too small?"
"That's right."
"How much do you want to add?"
"Add one hundred taels."
"Three hundred taels?" Wang Dengbang's eyes flashed, and he raised his eyebrows with excitement that could not be concealed. He closed the folding fan again with a "pop" and shouted, "Bring up the banknotes."
"Okay."
He only heard one of his boys agree, and immediately handed a three hundred tael silver note into Yalang's hand. Mr. Li, not willing to show weakness, took out a silver note from his sleeve and gave it to Yalang.
Yalang packed up Wang Dengbang's banknotes, but opened Mr. Li's banknotes, turned them over and looked at them for a long time. Mr. Li looked at him sideways and asked dissatisfiedly: "What, it's fake?"
Yalang apologized and said with a smile: "No, no, you have to be careful when dealing with the first time... However, this is the Yangzhou ticket. Most of the tickets used in our capital are Changlu tickets. This..."
I would like to add a word here: Banknotes originated in the Song Dynasty and were used in the Yuan Dynasty. However, they were replaced by Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes in the Ming Dynasty. However, because Zhu Yuanzhang did not understand the laws of economics, Ming Dynasty treasure banknotes were issued indiscriminately. In just a few decades, it has been
It is difficult to circulate, and the issue has been stopped by the Zhengde Dynasty. The current "Yangzhou Tickets" and "Changlu Tickets" are actually just private tickets of salt merchants. The circulation scope is actually very limited. In fact, in most cases, they are not like
Currency certificates are more like letters of credit between wealthy salt merchants.
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 notes or salt notes in the outside world, which was similar to the later Qing Dynasty's
There is a difference between the ticket number and the banknote.
"Changlu tickets and Yangzhou tickets can be redeemed against each other, and they are both redeemable on sight. Are you not accepting them here or something?" Although Mr. Li is young and his clothes are not luxurious, his words and deeds are impressive.
It was quite satisfying, so he turned around and asked Wang Dengbang, "Uncle Wang, what's the way to play here?"
"According to the rules, the outcome will be decided in three rounds."
"Is it a three-headed worm or a single worm?"
"You can have three heads, or you can have one. It's up to us to decide."
"Then please ask Uncle Wang to make a decision."
"How can this make sense? Your Excellency, you are here to fight, and it should be up to you. Otherwise, these men watching the battle, are not allowed to laugh at the foreign guests?" At this time, Wang Dengbang had already changed from this person's standard Fengyang accent and the Yangzhou in his hands.
The vote confirmed that he was not a native of the capital.
Wang Dengbang was determined to win, so he seemed magnanimous. Mr. Li didn't mind at all. He smiled, looked at the crowded lobby, and said: "Since Mr. Wang is so magnanimous, it is better for me to be respectful than to obey orders... How about winning or losing in one round?"
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Wang's decision to be on the list was just what he wanted, because his golden-winged eagle was invincible. Since the weather got warm a few days ago, it had won six games in a row, earning him thousands of taels of silver. Now that he had rested for two days, it was just the right time to have a good time.
After a fight, he said "Okay" and asked someone to carry the exquisite straw cage to him. The two sat down at both ends of the mahogany table.
Just like there is a croupier in a casino, the promotion is presided over by Yalang. With the help of Yalang, Wang Dengbang and Li Gongzi exchange bamboo straw cages and observe each other's generals.
Weaving is a kind of insect play. Since it can be called a play, there is certainly a lot of knowledge involved in it. Just talking about the types of weaving, divided by color, there are red and purple heads, jute heads, green and yellow heads, white heads and light jute heads.
There are dozens of types such as red hemp head, lapis lazuli hemp head, purple hemp head, chestnut hemp head, cypress hemp head, black hemp head, semi-red hemp head, black hemp head, etc. Generally speaking, green is the best and yellow is the second.
First, red is next, black is next, and white is next.
Mr. Li took Wang Dengbang's straw cage from Yalang and looked in through the gap in the grass. On the fine sand at the bottom of the cage squatted a warworm. Its body was as green as 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 pincers.
Red claws, golden wings with dry hair. I saw it trapped inside, restless, tossing and turning, wishing to smash through the cage wall. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "It really looks like a king. It is not unreasonable to call it a golden-winged eagle."
Yes, doesn’t this look reminiscent of the golden-winged roc eagle?”
Besides, Wang Dengbang took Mr. Li's bamboo tube and looked at it. The body of the bamboo tube inside was as black as ink. It was lying with its legs bent and its head buried like an old fox. The only thing that could be said to be of good quality was that it looked like it had been soaked in oil.
It's a big square head.
Wang Dengbang thought to himself: "This insect is only a middle-grade insect, and it is still lazy. If it gets into battle, it will be torn to pieces by the golden-winged eagle in just a few strikes." With confidence in his heart, he
I felt relieved, and even decided to sell my favor and tease 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 is your insect's name?"
Mr. Li blinked and said, "Mother of Xuanyi Buddha."
Wang Dengbang murmured in his heart: How could anyone give such a name to the general of the Zhizhi War? It is too big and inappropriate. Could the Buddha Mother be a person who is easy to kill? This little guy is simply evil.