Our family has been rebelling for generations, and you've become the top scholar in the imperia

"Damn it, this can't be!"

Inside the gambling den.

Batel had a dozen or so wild boar hides, sunken eyes, and an oily face; he looked as if all the blood and energy had been drained from him.

He slammed his fist on the table, staring at the uncovered sieve cup, unable to believe it.

They started winning this morning, and were just a few taels of silver away from winning over a hundred taels.

In the past few days, they have won nearly a thousand taels of silver at this gambling den. With that silver, they could buy as many cattle, sheep, and women as they wanted on the grasslands.

did not expect.

From his last few taels of silver to now, he has lost more than three hundred taels of silver.

"Sir, want to play again? If you do, place your bets."

Sitting opposite him, Liu Yishou had a fair complexion and didn't look like a scoundrel who frequented gambling dens at all.

"Play!"

Batel gritted his teeth.

"Go to the inn and get the silver. Bring all the remaining six hundred taels. What are you standing there for? Do you want to die?"

The men looked at each other, not daring to contradict Batel, and hurriedly got up to go to the inn to get the silver.

"You have a problem? I'll roll the dice!"

"The gambling den is a legitimate business, sir. You can't say that. You saw the whole thing. I have nothing here. Others can testify to that. If you want to shake the dice yourself, of course you can."

Liu Yishou grinned.

He pushed the dice cup over.

Now he's no longer a scoundrel, but a legitimate external manager of the Ministry of Works. Besides, these wild boar skinners have been bullying people for years.

Those officials dared not provoke them, but now Lord Qin has set a trap to squeeze every last drop out of these wild boars.

How could he possibly refuse?

"Splash!"

soon.

Several wild boar skins came in carrying large bags of silver.

Batel grabbed one of the bundles and threw it directly onto the gambling table.

"big!"

"Please roll the dice!"

Liu spread his hands out and placed them on the table, indicating that the other party could roll the dice themselves.

"Bang!"

Batel gripped the dice cup with both hands and shook it with a serious expression.

Finally, he slammed it hard on the table.

"Big big!"

The other wild boars, looking tense, all crowded around.

"Sorry, kid, you lost!"

As the sieve cup is opened.

Batel sat in the chair, looking completely lost.

We lost again.

How could he have lost again? A few days ago when we were playing, he always managed to dominate at the last moment.

Even if we bet everything, we can still win.

"Again!"

Batel threw another bundle of silver at it and roared in a hoarse voice.

Night falls.

The entire gambling den was eerily quiet.

Batel reached for the silver under the table again.

"No...it's all gone, I lost it all."

Hearing the voices of his men behind him, he realized that he had lost over a thousand taels of silver in just half a day.

He won some along the way, but soon lost them all again.

Up to now.

He lost all his money.

"Sir, would you like to continue playing? If not, please make room so other guests can come up and play."

Liu Yishou maintained a smile, his expression never changing.

"Play!!!"

"Nobody's allowed to sit here. I'm going back to get my money."

Batel took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, and strode out of the gambling den.

We went straight to the inn room.

"Open the box!"

He yelled at his men to open the annual gift box.

The weight of 100,000 taels of silver was too great for them to transport directly back; most of it would be converted into silver notes and some gold.

It is convenient for them to carry.

"No, Batel, what if we lose and the chieftain asks us about it?"

"impossible!"

Batel glared and kicked the person in front of him away.

"I lost 1000 taels of silver, but I can win it all back in one win. Once I win, I'll stop playing, and nothing will happen. I have 100,000 taels here, how could I possibly lose?"

He roared.

Batel grabbed all the silver notes inside and stuffed them into his chest.

I left the inn in a hurry.

Inside the gambling den.

"Get ready to close the net. Here's ten thousand taels of silver. He's lost it all. Let him keep gambling."

Qiu Tuizi hid in the shadows and whispered instructions to Liu Yishou.

"Work hard, and Lord Qin will not treat you unfairly."

"clear!"

Liu Yishou nodded with a smile.

He splashed some cold water on his face, tried to rouse himself, straightened his clothes, and with his standard smile still on his face, sat down behind the gambling table.

"1000 taels, I'll bet 1000 taels... Big!"

Batel rushed in from outside.

He slammed a stack of silver notes directly onto the table.

If he wins this round, he will definitely stop playing; he just wants to get back the thousand taels of silver he lost earlier.

He immediately led his men away from the capital.

"Once the order is placed, are there any other guests who want to play?"

Liu Yishou looked at the others.

Seeing that no one was betting, he asked in a deep voice:

"Sir, would you like to shake it yourself, or should I do it? Or... if you're not comfortable with that, you can find someone else to shake it!"

Upon hearing this...

Batel was taken aback.

He grabbed one of his men from the side.

"He shook it!"

"good!"

Liu pushed the sieve cup over.

The guy opposite him, Wild Boar Skin, had clearly lost his mind. He'd seen far too many gamblers like him.

Thinking that he would keep increasing his bets, hoping to win back his losses in just one round.

It's just a gamble.

The more you think that way, the less likely you are to win.

Moreover, during the time I was away, the dice in the dice cup had already been replaced. How could a gambling den allow customers to win money and run a losing business?

"Little one, you lost. Do you want to play again?"

"I'll bet two thousand taels and keep going!"

"Sir...you're having a bad day. Why don't you come again tomorrow?"

"Three thousand taels...that's too little!"

It went on until the early hours of the morning.

Batel continued to feel the silver notes on his chest, then suddenly froze.

He looked down into his chest.

He slumped into a chair, completely disoriented. It was all gone—the 100,000 taels of silver notes plus the gold in the chest were all gone.

Overnight, he gambled away all of his annual allowance.

"Gulp!"

At this moment.

Batel finally regained some of his senses, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. If he couldn't take the annual silver back with him, the leader would definitely not let him go, and might even kill him outright.

What should I do?

"I need to borrow money. I am an envoy of the grasslands. This is the envoy token given to me by your Great Zhou Dynasty. I'm using it as collateral to borrow money."

"I can lend you a maximum of ten thousand taels, but you'll need to write an IOU. If you agree, I can lend it to you!"

Batel took a deep breath, and without even looking at the IOU, decisively pressed his fingerprint on it.

As long as he can win back the annual silver, when he leaves the capital, the other party can still chase him all the way to the grasslands to get the silver back.

impossible!

"Great! One thousand taels!"

……

The government office of the Jingzhao Prefecture.

"Your Excellency the Prefect!"

Prefect Liu, who was fast asleep, was suddenly awakened by urgent shouts outside and hurriedly got out of bed.

It's so kind of him to come here and call him late at night.

Could something have happened?

After putting on his clothes, Prefect Liu pushed open the door and came out.

Outside, they saw Li Lang, who was in charge of the West Ward. He had a solemn expression and was followed by many constables.

"What is it?"

"A group of envoys from the grasslands caused chaos in the western district, injuring many people and destroying a gambling den. Lord Qin ordered me to arrest them, and I specifically asked the Prefect, what should be done about this?"

"Why smash up shops in the middle of the night? Why smash up a gambling den?"

Li Lang trembled. Even now, thinking of Lord Qin's methods, he couldn't help but feel a little terrified.

"These envoys from the grasslands have lost all their annual stipends in gambling dens."

"What?"

Prefect Liu exclaimed in surprise.