Chapter 951 Come, come, dare to take half a year's salary as a bet
Chapter 951 Come on, come on, do you dare to take half a year’s salary as a bet (please subscribe and ask for advice)
When Cheng Chubi saw Li Ji's expression that the old man is teaching you just for the good of your son, he was not happy at all.
I just want to ask when the current military rations became such a thing, and then give you some good suggestions.
In the end, he was so anxious and white-faced. Why are you so worried about a young man like me? He neither beat your two sons nor ate your millet.
Cheng Chubi, who became more and more unhappy as he thought about it, said nothing, but his eyes were rolling furtively.
Seeing this, Li Ke, a profligate prince who was very familiar with Brother Chu Bi's temperament, was secretly frightened.
I was afraid that this brother would become angry and cause trouble that would get out of hand again.
However, Cheng Chubi's silence does not mean that the old demon Li Ji and Li Bingbu who like to tease the younger generation will let this young man go so easily.
The important thing is that Li Ji still has a fresh memory of the frustrating loss he suffered when dealing with this guy Cheng Sanlang.
Seeing Cheng Chubi's look, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and stretched out his big foot to poke Cheng Chubi.
"Cheng Sanlang, what do you mean by your sneaky face? Are you not convinced?"
Hearing this, Cheng Chubi immediately got angry, raised his neck and said, "Uncle Li Ji, do you want us to make a bet?"
When Li Ji saw Cheng Chubi's unconvinced look, he immediately became happy, twirling his long beard and smiling evilly.
"Yo? Do you want to bet with me?"
Cheng Chubi said without hesitation.
"If my nephew can make military rations that only require one kilogram to meet the daily consumption of a soldier, then you will lose half a year's salary to my nephew."
With a pop, Li Shimin spit out the tea he had just swallowed.
Brothers Li Ke and Fang Jun just hugged their bellies and shrank into shrimp balls, if they weren't worried about the presence of their elders.
The two guys were able to express their emotions by rolling themselves on the floor repeatedly.
Ashina Sheer looked blankly at Cheng Sanlang, who had an anxious and pale face. How could this kid think of making such a bet?
"???" Li Ji's old face turned black into the bottom of an iron pot that had been boiling for a hundred years. Damn it, I lost half a year's salary to you...
Li Ji grimaced and his fingers trembled with anger.
"Cheng Sanlang, you boy, do you know what my half-year salary is?"
Cheng Chubi quickly moved his buttocks a few times, trying to sit as far away from this elder who had no martial ethics.
But although a person is timid, he must not be timid with his words. "I don't know, but my dad knows."
When Li Shimin saw the old man and the young man arguing in front of him without any formality, he quickly stepped forward to act as a peacemaker.
"Okay, okay, you two, don't argue anymore, just stop."
"Nephew Chu Bi wants to do this, naturally for the sake of the imperial court, and even more so that I, Wu Ben of the Tang Dynasty, can better serve the country."
"But Li Qing, your concerns are right. The soldiers must eat well and eat well. Otherwise, they will not have the strength to march and fight and kill the enemy with all their strength."
"Since what you two say makes sense, it's better to let me bear witness to you personally."
"???" Li Ji looked at His Majesty with a confused look on his face, his whole body felt bad.
What do you mean, just because of this kid's words, Mr. Li will lose half a year's salary?
Cheng Chubi was overjoyed and bowed respectfully to Li Shimin and said loudly.
"Okay, nephew, thank you uncle for your kindness."
Li Shimin's eyes fell on Li Ji and he winked at him repeatedly.
Although Li Ji was unhappy, after seeing the look Li Shimin gave him, he could only look at Cheng Chubi, a little bastard, with a dark face.
"Cheng Sanlang, you kid, think carefully. If you lose, you will have to use half a year's salary of your father to compensate me. Do you dare?"
Cheng Chubi suddenly bulged his eyes. What does this old guy mean? Is he trying to stab someone in the dark?
I bet you that if you involve my father, you want me to be beaten by my own father so that you can secretly enjoy it, right?
Cheng Chubi frowned after seeing through Li Ji's evil uncle's sinister tactics.
"Uncle Li Ji, you have to be reasonable. It was my nephew who bet with you, not my father. If I lose...
Even if my nephew is trying to sell things, he will definitely come up with the equivalent of half a year's salary to compensate you."
Li Shimin, His Majesty the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, is like a treacherous casino owner taking charge at the moment.
"Well...that's okay. I wonder what do you think about Li Qing's family?"
"Well, since His Majesty has spoken, I don't bother to argue with this little brat. As long as he can get enough, I will reluctantly accept it."
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Fang Jun stared blankly at the old man and the young man with cross-shaped eyebrows and green eyes, who were spitting at each other.
And His Majesty the Emperor, who usually seemed very kind, now had a hypocritical and perfunctory smile on his face, and his eyes were so happy about others' misfortune.
"Why, why did you start a bet in the blink of an eye? Aren't we here to deliver the iron stove?"
Li Ke looked very interested and took a sip of chrysanthemum tea.
"Then what should we do? Li Bingbu likes to tease the juniors, and now Brother Chu Bi is pissed off, tsk tsk..."
"I don't know if Brother Chu Bi really has such ability. If he does, then even if Li Bingbu loses half a year's salary, he won't suffer any loss."
"What do you mean by this?" Fang Jun humbly asked Brother De, who was very thoughtful and quick-thinking.
Li Ke raised his eyebrows and whispered in Fang Jun's ear in a low voice.
"Li Ji is the Minister of the Ministry of War. If it was because of his bet with Brother Chu Bi, he really produced rations that would be beneficial to our march in the Tang Dynasty.
Do you think my father can really make him lose half a year's salary?"
While Li Ke and Fang Jun were chattering quietly, Zhao Kun had already been ordered to get paper and pens.
Then, His Majesty Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, wrote a bet in person with great joy, and then gave it to Cheng Chubi and Li Ji to sign and pledge it.
Outside the palace, Li Ke couldn't help but approached Cheng Chuqing and asked.
"Brother Chu Bi, are you really sure you can get such military rations?"
"Heh... Brother Xian, with your tone like this, could it be that you suspect that Cheng can't do it?"
Cheng Chubi glared at Li Ke unhappily. He knew very well that Li Ji had no intention of targeting him.
The old driver was worried that the soldiers would not have enough to eat, which would damage the combat effectiveness of the Tang soldiers.
However, the old driver was also a bit impatient, and his eyebrows were raised and his eyes were green before he even listened to his explanation.
Cheng Chubi felt that if he didn't say this to such an unreasonable elder, wouldn't he be ruining his reputation as the most capable person in the Tang Dynasty?
Looking at the two brothers in front of him who were cutting off chicken heads and burning yellow paper, Cheng Chubi decided to give them a little more confidence.