Fang Hong still had a certain degree of vigilance against the Tatars, and he had a whim, and he had a premonition that the upcoming fate-changing catastrophe was related to the war in the north. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and the north of the Ming Dynasty is Tatar, and his calamity is likely to be related to this alien race.

These Tatars were dressed in the clothes of the Ming merchants, and although there was not much difference in the appearance of the people of the two countries, as long as they looked carefully, they could still see the clues.

The Tatars have broad shoulders, rough skin, and a smell of cattle and sheep. Of the four Tatars, one was relatively young, looking only fifteen or sixteen years old, while the other three vaguely formed an encirclement, enveloping it in the middle, as if guarding.

As long as anyone with a discerning eye can see this, that Tatar boy must be a nobleman of the Northern Yuan, but he doesn't know why he is here.

The level of these people playing wooden shooting is still very high, after all, the Tatars are good at riding and shooting, and the ability to cooperate with the hand and eye is very high, and the strength is also great, playing this game is a piece of cake. However, it is clear that the three big men are all letting this Tatar boy, and after a game, the winner is this Tatar boy.

The tartar boy had spoken a few words to the people next to him, and then he was going to continue playing. But the people around immediately shouted, and the stall owner was not happy, everyone came according to the rules, why should you take special care?

"Dog, Tartar, get home. Lin Ziyan and the others were also bombarded just now, and they shouted vigorously at this time. Especially Lin Ziwen, he even shouted and scolded.

"What are they talking about?" the Tatar boy could not understand the official language, but looking at the appearance of the people around him, he knew that the attitude of these people was not good, so he turned his head and said to one of the guards beside him.

"They say the rule here is that one person can only play one game. The guard could understand what the people around him were shouting, but some of the words could not be translated truthfully, so he had to pick up some important words.

"I see, so be it, I'll take out a piece of silver, and let these Ming people come and play games with me, and if they win, the money will be his, and if they lose, let them shut up. The Tatar boy tugged at the corners of his mouth and said with some disdain.

The guard held the silver and shouted around, "Our young master said, now he is looking for someone to come and play wooden shooting with him, and the winner can get this ingot." ”

As soon as he said this, many people immediately closed their mouths, and they looked at this ingot of silver, at least two taels, how many people couldn't earn it back for half a year. If you can win by playing wooden shooting, then you can send it.

"I'll come. Immediately, a thin man walked out, many people knew him, this person was a local green skin, he was a good hand at playing wooden shooting, and he could win seven or eight times in ten games.

"Are you first or am I first?" the tartar boy glanced at the man, and his tone was a little arrogant. A man on the side hurriedly translated the words.

"You're young, I won't bully you, guess the dice. The man smiled, threw a die from his bosom, and threw it casually, but it was a six.

The tartar boy also came over and threw the dice, and his luck was obviously worse, and he threw a three.

"I have a big point, I take the lead. The man snatched the dice out of the boy's hand, shoved them into his bosom, then took the ball from the ground and threw it at the stake.

Others may not know, but Fang Hong's thoughts are clear, the dice are a little greasy, and they are clearly filled with mercury, as long as they are veterans, they can roll the points they want.

This man's strength is really good, and the wooden ball directly knocked down two red wooden stakes, making a good start. "Little Tartar, you still want to play wooden shooting with me, come back and practice for a few more years. He pouted at the tartar boy and said mockingly.

Unfortunately, the Tatar boy did not understand Chinese, so he ignored him at all, and threw the wooden balls casually, and the wooden balls also hit two red wooden stakes, and it was extremely easy, without any effort.

"This little Tartar has some strength. The expression on the man's face became a little grim, he had thought that the money could be easily obtained, but now it seemed that it would take some twists and turns.

He took the ball and slammed it into the two stakes on the far left. However, he didn't hit so well this time, just hitting a red one. The man cursed secretly in his heart, but his face remained silent.

"Who do you think will win?" "I guess it's the green skin, this kid is very ghostly, and he's been playing wooden shooting for so many years, how could he be defeated by a descendant. ”

"I also think that Qingpi will win, cousin Fang Hong, what do you think?. Lin Ziyan and the three of them felt that there was some truth in what the man said, and they could often see this green skin here, so he was definitely a master, and it was unlikely that he would lose.

"That little tartar will win. Fang Hong had already seen the winner at the beginning. Although the little tartar is young, his wrist strength and eyesight are top-notch, and that green skin is just an opportunistic person, and it is unlikely that he will win.

"Cousin, how can you grow the morale of others. After all, this Tatar has a dislike for Da Ming, hearing Fang Hong say this, Lin Ziwen said with some dissatisfaction.

"Read on. Fang Hong was noncommittal, he was only inferring from the strength of the two, it was not absolute, if there was a reversal, it would not be impossible.

However, the truth is still as he expected, although Qingpi has the first hand, he does not always hit two red stakes. But the boy's hit rate was extremely terrifying, he didn't make a single mistake, and he would definitely hit two shots every time he hit the ball.

"He really won, shit luck. Lin Ziyan and the three of them were very angry, and the Tatars showed off their might in front of them, which made people angry when they looked at it.

After Qingpi lost, a few more people went up, but without exception, they all lost, and no one could get the two taels of silver.

"I'll go up. Lin Ziwen was the youngest, his heart was undecided, and he felt ugly when he saw that his family members had lost one by one, so he stood up and wanted to go up to compete with the Tatar boy.

"Forget it, what's the use of just two of you?" Lin Ziyan knew his details best, and immediately pressed him down, and said angrily.

"I can't get used to the look of the tartar. Lin Ziwen's face was flushed, at his age, his self-esteem was the most important, this Tatar boy was similar in age to him, where was he willing to fall behind. After hearing Lin Ziyan's persuasion, he was even more uncomfortable.