Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1342, page 1329: The Most Extravagant Gamble in History
On the second day of the Naadam festival.

Suddenly, a rumor began to circulate widely.

"Have you heard? Yesterday, your Minister Urat made a bet with someone."

After a horse race.

Two contestants, Qinggele (meaning "happy" or "joyful") and Manglai (meaning "vanguard" or "leader"), were walking their horses and sweating when Qinggele mentioned something.

They both lost their matches and were eliminated, so they had nothing else to do and could gossip.

I haven't heard about the other one; he went to see the desert concert last night.

The stage was set up in the desert outside the grassland, and many singers were invited to sing. The audience seats were on the sand dunes facing the stage, and they were filled with people in layers.

Mang Lai is a fan of Phoenix Legend. He went there early to reserve a spot and sang "Above the Moon" all night, as well as "Fiery Sarilang".

The concert ended but the excitement hadn't worn off.

The singer left, but they haven't.

Which Mongolian isn't a great singer and dancer? Besides, there are also many other ethnic minorities like Kazakh, Uyghur, Daur, and Evenki. Naadam is now a cultural event shared by multiple ethnic groups.

All ethnic minorities can sing and dance.

There were quite a few Han Chinese too... Han Chinese people clap their hands.

So what's there to be afraid of if there are no singers? You can sing by yourself.

Later, someone brought over some alcohol; a few wealthy men sponsored a truckload of beer.

They were indeed transported by truck from Bayanhot, the capital of the League.

A sky full of stars, a vast desert of yellow sand, songs, dances, wine, and, most importantly, passionate people.

The scene was lively.

Manglai kept yelling until the middle of the night, and he almost couldn't get up today.

It almost caused me to miss the game.

So they know nothing.

The competition is over, and we lost; there's no hope left.

Hearing more gossip, they immediately became interested, "Elder Menghe? What did he bet on? Did he win or lose?"

Qinggele had been waiting for a long time; gossip is only truly enjoyable when it's back and forth.

He spoke mysteriously in a low voice, just to create the right atmosphere, even though there was no one else around. "It's Elder Menghe of the Urad tribe. He lost, so he has to drink."

"Impossible!" Mang Lai immediately became agitated. "Elder Meng He can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and his belly is so big, like he's carrying three. His belly is a wine barrel; he can drink three of me by himself. He'd lose to me in a drinking contest!!"

It was clear from his voice that Elder Menghe of the Urad tribe was well-known within the tribe and was a kind person; even the younger members of the tribe dared to gossip about him behind his back.

Upon hearing this, Qinggele spat and mocked, "You? You can't even handle a bottle of Prairie White? You're only fit to sit at the same table as kids. Elder Menghe is only worth three of you? Who are you calling a liar?"

Although they were not from the same tribe—Qinggele belonged to the Maoming'an tribe—the two tribes lived together in close proximity, only a hundred kilometers apart, just a short walk away.

We're always drinking together, we all know each other.

Grassland White is the liquor that Mongolians drink daily, commonly known as "Donkey-Knockout Liquor" or "Blackout Liquor".

One bottle contains one jin (500ml) of strong liquor, 60 proof.

In Inner Mongolia, this level of drinking capacity is only suitable for sitting at a table with children.

If you can't even do that, then go sit at the same table as the sheep.

Manglai also spat and cursed in Mongolian for a long time, but Qinggele didn't get angry.

Instead, Manglai felt resentful.

uncomfortable.

He's been ridiculed for his poor alcohol tolerance for quite some time now.

“Then Elder Menghe cannot possibly lose!” Manglai said bitterly.

Qinggele chuckled and comforted him, "Then Elder Shun also lost and didn't drink either."

Manglai was shocked again upon hearing this, "You elders lost too? Who were they competing against? Galasang? Zhabu? Surong? Wuyun? Chaoketu?"

That Elder Shun was from the Maoming'an tribe where Qinggele lived. Because it was nearby, he was very famous and had a large following.

He was on par with the elder Meng He.

Both of them could start drinking with a toasting song and then move on to "Golden Cup," "Silver Cup," "The Vast Grassland," and so on...

We tried four cold dishes and eight hot dishes, including Mongolian meat pies and mutton offal soup.

Finally, we drank Andai Dance.

It's about dancing around the campfire together.

The entire banquet is a feast where you can drink from beginning to end, and at the end you can even sing farewell songs and drink wine before your horse is put on the horse.

The man who drank the "mounting wine" and rode his horse home without falling off is a true legend in the world of wine.

Could drinking really make two legends lose?

Who could that be?
Manglai listed a series of elders' names.

Those drinking with elders must also be elders; all the names he mentioned were the kings of wine.

When Qinggele mentioned a name, he shook his head every time. Finally, he dropped a bombshell: "All of these people you mentioned were drunk out of the house yesterday."

"Holy shit!" Mang Lai couldn't help but utter a vulgar curse, a phrase used throughout the country.

"Who is it? What happened? Tell me from the beginning, hurry up, hurry up!" Mang Lai couldn't wait any longer; the news was truly frightening.

Qinggele: Awesome!
That's what I've been waiting for.

"Speaking of last night, Meng He and more than thirty other elders hosted a banquet for distinguished guests. They ate a Zha Ma feast, roasting two sheep, and even brought deer lips and camel hooves..."

Qinggele really did start from the beginning.

"Why don't you start from the creation of the world by Pangu and get to the point!"

"In ancient times, before heaven and earth were separated, the universe was a chaotic void..."

He actually listened and started the story from the beginning of the creation myth.

It made Mang so angry that she kicked him.

"Wonton? Why don't you say steamed buns!"

Qinggele dodged in a flash, mounted his horse, and spurred it on, shouting, "Catch me and I'll tell you!"

"Damn it!" Mang Lai was even angrier. He also jumped onto his horse and spurred it on to give chase.

Both riders were excellent, and although they lost the horse race, it all depends on who they were competing against.

To the average person, the two men on horseback looked incredibly dashing, running fast and steadily with graceful movements.

Galloping across the vast grasslands, she fled while he chased, she had no way to escape—what a beautiful scene it should have been!

But, two men...

Eek~~~——
Qinggele rode his horse for a while, until he reached the market. When there were more people, he reined in his horse and slowed down, but he didn't dismount.

They rode directly into the market.

He was indeed a very good rider, weaving through the crowd on his horse without even touching the hem of a passerby's clothes.

The camera flashes started clicking, and bloggers who were live-streaming with gimbals also gathered around.

Where else have I ever seen people riding horses alongside pedestrians?

Qinggele walked all the way to the barbecue stall before dismounting.

He shouted inside, "Forty meat skewers, two flatbreads, and six green bottles."

After saying that, he pointed behind him and said, "The one behind pays."

As they were talking, Mang arrived.

I just overheard him asking him to pay.

He jumped off his horse and angrily shouted, "Why should I pay?"

"Nonsense, why would I listen to a story for free?" Qinggele replied casually, then found a small table with a beer, sat down, and chug down half a bottle after biting open the cap.

I was thirsty after working so hard all day.

Manglai obediently paid the bill and brought the skewers back with him.

He grabbed a beer and chugged down half a bottle; he was thirsty too.

He casually picked up a skewer of grilled meat, took two bites, and realized he was still hungry.

Mang takes a very easygoing attitude towards his friend's trickery.

We're all friends, so it's just that we mess around and trick each other.

Listening to gossip is the right thing to do.

After eating two skewers, Manglai urged Qinggele to hurry up and start talking.

Who on earth drank more than thirty people under the table?

Qinggele remained calm, munching on skewers and pancakes, gulping down the remaining half-bottle of wine, and then opening another bottle.

Then he continued, "Last night's distinguished guest was that owner with the cat-head hairstyle..."

"The one in the riding team yesterday who rode a golden horse and had two cats with him?" Manglai pressed.

“Yes…” Qinggele responded.

"That's no ordinary person. He's known in the underworld as 'Little Boss Luo.' Do you know why this year's Naadam is being held here? It's because of this grassland. Grasslands are common, but this one is different. It was created from nothing, all thanks to Little Boss Luo..."

The following part was not said by Qinggele.

Instead, it came from the table next to the two of them.

Eight people were crammed together around a small table, all huddled together, just to listen to the person in the middle tell a story.

It's still about the same thing.

Qinggele listened intently, and realized that the other person's explanation was much more vivid than his own.

Well, with such excellent examples before me, I shouldn't embarrass myself. I might as well drag Mang over and listen.

The number of people surrounding them increased from eight to ten...

"Speaking of that young CEO Luo, since he can create a grassland, he can definitely create more. There's no other reason than that he has the technology, the only one of its kind in the world. High technology."

"Isn't this grassland beautiful? Isn't it wonderful? Wouldn't you like to have it?" There's also an interactive segment.

Everyone echoed in unison, "We want it! Of course we want it!"

The storyteller slammed his hand on the table. “Nonsense, who wouldn’t want it? Look at this year’s Naadam, how many people came? People from Xinjiang, Qinghai, Gansu, and so many foreigners. Foreigners want it too, everyone wants it.”

"Although Mr. Wang is the one who rode the red horse yesterday, he is the general manager of a company under Mr. Luo, and he is in charge of production."

"Although Mr. Wang has been expanding production this year, the seed production is limited after all. There are so many deserts, we certainly can't plant them all at once."

"Which one to give it to and which one not to give it to is just a matter of Mr. Luo's word."

"So, just last night, on the very first day of the Naadam festival, some people couldn't wait any longer."

"The chieftains of the various Mongolian ethnic groups, it's the Naadam festival, the grand gathering of the Mongolian people, it's perfect for them to show up. They used this as an excuse to host a banquet for young General Luo, setting him up in a trap..."

At this point, some people objected.

He asked, "Xie Haoyang, how did you know? Who told you?"

It turns out the storyteller's name is Xie Haoyang. Judging from his name, he's Han Chinese. No wonder he tells stories so well.

Although I can't sing or dance well, I can brag.

What's more, this person speaks with a Tianjin accent.

Xie Haoyang patted his chest and gave a thumbs up, "I heard it from my brother-in-law. My sister married into your family, and he was serving drinks at the banquet in that tent yesterday. That Mr. Wang was immediately drunk, and my brother-in-law personally helped him up and took care of him in the tent. I heard it all clearly!"

Wow, firsthand information!

It's much clearer than Qinggele's "overview" that has changed hands countless times.

Everyone brought out meat and poured wine, urging Xie Haoyang to continue. Even the owner of the barbecue restaurant brought over a large handful of skewers, saying they were a free gift.

Then he just stood there listening, and stopped doing business.

Xie Haoyang took a skewer, drank some wine, wiped his mouth, and continued, "It's not appropriate to say I set a trap, so I apologize. Yesterday's scene was a gathering of elders and leaders, receiving the highest level of hospitality. I heard it was a royal banquet."

"The eldest elder of the Wuyun clan personally offered blessings, and the local elders personally performed the eagle spreading its wings dance. I never watched that dance in its entirety. It was during this time that President Wang was drunk out."

He's quite handsome.

The surrounding area erupted in laughter.

Even the most magnificent eagles cannot fully display their wings, yet they are only fit to sit at the same table as sheep.

"But Mr. Luo not only finished watching it, but also ate hot food, acting as if nothing had happened." Xie Haoyang patted his chest again, expressing his heartfelt admiration.

When you eat at a banquet in Inner Mongolia, you can see hot dishes, and the portions are huge!

"Next, the ministers and leaders all flattered and complained to Young Master Luo, which was so touching that it brought tears to the eyes of those who heard it. Before long, they had put Young Master Luo on a pedestal."

"Young Master Luo couldn't bear it either, and finally relented."

"However, there's a condition..."

Xie Haoyang drew out the last syllable of his sentence.

We've finally reached the crucial point.

Everyone around sat up straight, staring intently at Xie Haoyang.

Then they served wine and meat for another round.

Xie Haoyang regained his dignity.

Then he continued, "The condition is that, according to Mongolian custom, heroes are judged at the dinner table, and the winner is determined by drinking games, with the prize being this grassland."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Mongolians beamed with joy and excitement.

Isn't this just an excuse to send grasslands?

A drinking contest?

Who's afraid of whom!

Suddenly everyone was making a fuss, boasting about how much their elders could drink. Some said three jin, some said five jin, and some even said ten jin. The boasting went completely off the rails.

Finally, someone asked, "How big is the grassland on the stakes? And where is it placed?"

Xie Haoyang was waiting for this sentence, so he smiled slightly and held up one finger.

"One hundred square kilometers?" Mang Lai exclaimed in surprise.

He was interrupted halfway through his speech by Qinggele, who said, "What are you talking about? Do you know how big this grassland is? It's over 4,000 square kilometers. It's bordered by Inner Mongolia. How could it be only 100 square kilometers? It's at least 1,000!"

Xie Haoyang smiled, shook his finger, and softly uttered a number: "One hundred meters."

"Huh?" Everyone was shocked. "Only one hundred meters?"

Xie Haoyang smiled again and held up one finger, "One glass of wine, one hundred meters."

Pointing to the distance, due south, he said, "Just along the edge of the grassland, southward, into the desert, push forward as a whole."

"Ah!" Everyone was shocked again, and the whole group was pushed forward?

What a big deal!

While surprised, Mang Lai pondered for a moment and realized a problem: "Doesn't that mean how many meters you push the cart depends on how much Xiao Luo can drink? Is he capable of that?"

He himself has a low alcohol tolerance, and putting himself in Luo's shoes, he never expected that Luo would win.

Xie Haoyang shook his finger for the third time, "That's not the rule. Everyone drinks together, and we see how many cups the last person to leave the table drinks. If the last person to leave the table is an elder or a leader, one cup of wine equals one hundred meters of grassland. If Boss Luo wins, the grassland is still given, but one condition must be agreed to."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and jokingly asked how many drinks they had in the end.

As for the conditions, no one asked them at all, and no one believed that Xiao Luo would win.

Xie Haoyang didn't say it directly, but instead slammed his hand on the table and raised his voice, "Anyway, the rules are set." Then Elder Wuyun shouted, "Change to smaller cups!"

Everyone burst into laughter; Elder Wuyun was truly "wicked."

I like it so much.

Xie Haoyang laughed for a while, and said between laughs, "You don't know, at that time, my brother-in-law was so anxious that he kept slapping his thigh. He didn't expect this to happen and didn't prepare three-qian cups. The smallest cup they brought was an eight-qian cup."

"Hey, stop keeping me in suspense! Tell me, tell me, how much did you drink?" Some people couldn't wait any longer.

Xie Haoyang kept it short, "Anyway, the drinking party lasted until late at night. It was so lively, with one song after another and one dance after another. They were singing and dancing, getting more and more sober as they drank. By the time the last person was left, he had drunk a total of fifty-seven cups."

"Hiss~~" Everyone gasped.

"Fifty-seven cups!!"

Even if it's an eight-qian cup, one cup is still half a liang. Fifty-seven cups would be two jin and eight liang and five fen, which is close to three jin.

There's a toasting song in front, an eagle spreading its wings, and people chatting—everyone has to drink!

At least two jin (1 kg).

Drinking five catties in one sitting! Amazing!

Don't be fooled by their boasting about geese weighing three or five pounds; it's as if anyone could do it.

It's really impossible.

That's baijiu, not beer. Three or five bottles of beer would make you feel bloated.

Surprised, everyone quickly started counting on their fingers.

"Fifty-seven, multiplied by one hundred, how long is this grassland again?"

The number is too large to calculate.

Xie Haoyang had already calculated it in advance. He pointed to the ground and said, "This area is now two kilometers wide and two thousand two hundred kilometers long. The total area is four thousand five hundred square kilometers."

"If we push it 5,700 meters south, that's 12,540 square kilometers."

"More than twice the size of this area now!"

Upon hearing this, a deafening hissing sound filled the air.

I have to scream, it's terrifying!

A big drinking session, the stakes being over 12,000 square kilometers of grassland.

This is the most extravagant betting game in history...

Who has ever gambled such a large sum?

If this were to be passed down to future generations, it would definitely be considered a myth or legend.

myth?

There are also myths.

Xie Haoyang continued, "Do you know who won in the end?"

"Who won?" Everyone shook their heads, unable to guess.

Dear elders, apart from Elder Wuyun and a few others who are quite old, everyone's alcohol tolerance should be about the same.

After all, it's embarrassing to get drunk during a gathering to discuss business.

They've practiced and mastered it.

Xie Haoyang smiled mysteriously, then uttered a bombshell, "Young Master Luo won! He drank all thirty-odd people present under the table..."

"I……"

"you……"

"This……"

To my utter surprise, it was actually Little Luo who won, defeating all the other wine connoisseurs in a drinking contest!

Is this even human?
In that case?
"Hiss~~ What are Mr. Luo's conditions?" someone suddenly asked.

Yes, that's when the others realized that the bet had conditions.

Mr. Luo... he wouldn't... he wouldn't ask for an exorbitant amount, would he...?

"As for the conditions..." Xie Haoyang drawled out, keeping everyone in suspense.

Suddenly, someone ran over.

Upon seeing Qinggele and Manglai, they called out, "Qinggele, Manglai, I've finally found you! You two both have daughters, right? One is seven years old and the other is eight. Did you bring them with you? Come on, come with me, let's go jump rope..."

What are you talking about? Listen to what you're saying, are they even related?
Qinggele and Manglai followed along, their heads full of questions.

We have no choice but to leave; the people who came are elders from the Mang family.

Xie Haoyang pointed at their backs and said, "See that? These are the conditions..."

(End of this chapter)