Listening to the sound of so many bets, it really made people feel a little excited, Chu Ning was a little itchy, but in the end, he still held back, "gambling" is indeed a thing that makes people lose their minds.

Xiao Xiaoying and Xiao Lan have probably seen it, so they are quite calm, and the most calm is Fang Yiyuan, who didn't even look at the stage, and said while making tea: "If you talk about ordinary pot throwing, then Xiaoqing Gongzi can naturally win this game, but if you try to penetrate the ear, then Mo Lan Gongzi must be more skilled." Fifty taels of Molan's son. ”

The little guy hurriedly said loudly: "The seventeenth noble of the first word is fifty taels of Molan Gongzi!"

Chu Ning thought that this bet was really not small, if Molan Gongzi lost, the fifty taels would be gone, this big brother really didn't feel sorry for money!

As if seeing Chu Ning's painful expression, Xiao Lan said beside her: "After all, the pot is an elegant thing, so the amount of the bet is still small, in their opinion, it is just for entertainment, vassalage and elegance, it is not gambling at all, and the winner of the pot throwing and the gambling house have to draw one percent of the silver money that is lost, so even if it is pressed, unless it is a situation where the losing party has a lot of money, otherwise the amount won is not much, and it is dispensable in the eyes of these people." ”

Chu Ning sighed in his heart, fifty taels is enough for an ordinary person's expenses for a year or two, and it is not eye-catching here.

As the sound of betting gradually stopped, Si Jian signaled to the musician, and after a beating, all sides were quiet, followed by the rhythmic sound of the piano that Chu Ning had just heard.

Si said: "Young Master Xiaoqing, please go first." ”

After the white-clothed boy bowed to the black-clothed boy, he took the bamboo arrow in his hand and began to prepare to throw the pot.

Chu Ning felt that there was silence all around, and he could only hear the sound of the piano, but it was really elegant.

With the movement of the white-clothed young man's hand, a bamboo arrow flew towards the pitcher, and in the expectant eyes of everyone, it lightly pierced into the ear of the pot.

The applause immediately rang out, and Si Jie said in a loud voice: "There is a beginning in the ears!"

Chu Ning also knew after popularizing science in Xiao Lan just now, this "Youchu" is the meaning of the first bamboo arrow, and the corresponding is "There is an end", that is, the last bamboo arrow, if the two of them cast the same number of bamboo arrows, then the side of the "Youchu" side will win.

Young Master Xiaoqing also smiled and gestured around.

That Mo Lan Gongzi didn't have any anxious expression, and he also arched his hand to the Xiaoqing Gongzi opposite to congratulate him.

When the applause around him stopped and the sound of the piano resurfaced, Si Jian said again: "Prince Mo Lan, please!"

This Molan Gongzi is free and easy, not as solemn as Xiaoqing Gongzi just now, but just a random throw, Chu Ning looked at him like this and thought that he was definitely going to hit, but the result was a big surprise, the bamboo arrow fell to the ground without even touching the pitcher, and a regretful sigh sounded all around, buying him won a lot!

"This Mo Lan Gongzi knows how to suppress first and then rise?!" I don't know when Fang Yiyuan also came over, and smiled lightly when he saw this scene.

Chu Ning heard this, and thought to himself that this big brother Fang is really optimistic about this Molan son, even if he doesn't hit, he is convinced of him! It seems that this Molan son is also often in competitions, and our Fang Gongzi must also be a frequent visitor here, and the strength of every son who comes to cast the pot is very clear.