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Chapter 112 Million Dollar Bet

For Wu Qian, if you invite Zhao Qi and Chen Ji to have tea today, I would like to learn more about Zhao Qi, a magical boy, and Xiaolongwan Harbor, and then look at the meaning of the sentence Zhao Qi said at Lingqiao Wharf. Even if it was nonsense, it would still make him feel a little hope.

An old horse is in the stable and has ambitions for thousands of miles.

A genius top scholar, who has been in office for decades, has never realized his ambitions. The court was controlled by treacherous officials and excluded him from other places as an official. Although he is now 65 years old, his passion has not completely subsided. Being able to become a general and a prime minister is the lifelong wish of all geniuses. If he can still enter the Shufu before his death, it will not be in vain to pursue his life to serve the country and the people.

However, reality is always cruel. Ding Daquan is now growing in power in the court. Especially during the spring examination, six Tai students jointly invited Ding Daquan to dismiss Ding Daquan, but were suppressed and expelled by his followers. Dozens of Tai students and the candidates who went to Beijing to take the exam were arrested and interrogated. In this matter, the emperor not only did not stop him, but also appointed Ding Daquan's Duke of Danyang County and Deputy Envoy of the Privy Council. It seems that Ding Daquan's status is becoming more and more difficult to shake, so Wu Qian was even more depressed and had the idea of ​​resigning in his heart.

Zhao Qi's words about entering the center next year will make Wu Qian, who is worried about the country, feel a little strange.

And suddenly he thought of a spreading folk story from Yanggong Town not long ago, which also made him have a strong interest in Zhao Qi and wanted to chat.

It’s raining to beat the child, but it’s still idle anyway.

But he really didn't expect that before the new tea was served, Zhao Qi's few words made him feel a sense of unreality in the distorted time and space.

This young man is not only magical, but also like a monster.

Facing his first-rank official, as well as Ye Mengding, the famous Grand Secretary of the Qingyuan Mansion, he did not give any face to scold him in person. He even said the deafening remarks that every man in the world is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, and directly said the words Ding Daquan was about to fall.

Zhao Qi's lyrics and talks about neither humble nor arrogant makes Wu Qian's illusion more obvious.

It seems that there is an irrelevant soul hidden in this young man's body.

Because he wouldn't believe it even if he was beaten to death, the words just now would come out of the mouth of an illiterate mountain boy.

These words shocked him even more than the gantry cranes and rail trucks on the renderings of Xiaolongwan Harbour.

However, Wu Qian was shocked at least a little psychologically prepared, but for Ye Mengding, he could not completely digest Zhao Qi's words and the soul impact brought by it.

He was completely confused at this time.

His face was horrified and his head was buzzing.

He had no idea why a mountain boy like Zhao Qi could say such shocking words.

"You... aren't you afraid that this will cause a prison disaster if it is spread?" Ye Mengding stood blankly for a long time and slowly looked up at Zhao Qi.

"Everything is divided into groups, and birds of a feather flock together. Mr. Xijian is a famous scholar in the contemporary era. Duke Chongguo is also a clean and upright person. Although a boy is a commoner, there is nothing that cannot be said in times of crisis. If you don't say it, I won't say it, and everyone doesn't say it. Is there any help from the Song Dynasty? Some things must be said, and some things must be done, and there is a saying that people are doing it. God is watching. Ding Daquan will act against the rebellion and chaos in the court. Sooner or later, I guess that this opportunity will come soon. Therefore, the boy also hopes that Duke Chongguo and Mr. Xijian should not plan to retire too early..."

"As the saying goes, the devil is one foot taller, and the Tao is one foot taller. Evil can never suppress justice. Otherwise, why did Brother Chen and the scholars in the world still study hard? They just want to show their ambitions and serve the country and the people. There are always treacherous and slanderous people, but there are always righteous people fighting against it. Although the boy is unwilling to study, he still doesn't want our prosperous Song Dynasty to be destroyed under the iron hoof of the Mongols. In front of it, there were Liao, Jin and Western Xia. Now, Mongolia is constantly eroding our Chinese land step by step. Once these northwest barbarians enter the Central Plains, we become slaves of the country and read the Confucian and Mencius scriptures. Even if we die, what will we look like to see our ancestors and ancestors in the nine springs..."

"On the day when the king's army settles in the Central Plains, we must not forget to tell the old man to sacrifice his family. If we don't fight for justice, we are afraid that we will not be able to restore the Central Plains. We have no qualifications to be a slave to the country. We cannot put our hopes on others and put them on the illusory future. Only by fighting hard can we have a future. Otherwise, what we will wait for will inevitably be the country and the family will be destroyed!"

Zhao Qi's talk made Wu Qian and Ye Mengding's beards and eyebrows tremble constantly, and the turmoil in his heart was like a wave.

"Brother Zhao, will the Mongolians really fight to Jiangnan?" Chen Ji asked in a low voice with a pale face.

"This is inevitable. Since Temujin unified the Mongolian tribes, the Mongols have successively destroyed Jin, Western Liao, Western Xia, and Dali over the past few decades. These are just the Eastern countries. In the West, Mongolia has destroyed more countries. Except for the difficult conquering due to the terrain and climate, almost all the countries that came to pay homage to the Tang Dynasty. Even the Daqi, which is now frequent trade with the Song Dynasty, is now in danger and may have been destroyed.

The Mongols were ambitious to unify the world, and they tried to turn all the grain fields, mountains and forests into their horse-herding land. My Song Dynasty was so prosperous, how could they let it go? Unfortunately, from the emperors to the common people, we all thought that the Mongols would still not be accustomed to the climate of the south of the Yangtze River like the Liao and Jin Dynasties, and would stop at the natural danger of the Yangtze River. They did not know that the risk of destruction of the country was already in front of us. If I had speculated well, the Mongols would attack my Song Dynasty again this year..."

"You... don't talk nonsense. Now we have hoarded heavy troops, food and grass on the Han River and Huai River. We have never heard of the Mongols showing signs of sending troops. How do you speculate that they will attack my Song Dynasty this year?" This time it was not Ye Mengding shocked, but Wu Qian.

"Duke Chongguo doesn't believe it, we can make a bet. At first I have already said that the Mongols may have sent troops to Sichuan now, trying to capture Sichuan and then go down the river to destroy our Song Dynasty. And I also speculated that the Mongolian Khan Mengge would lead troops to attack Sichuan this time!" Zhao Qi said with a smile without any nervousness.

"You are a young man in the mountains and fields, and you have no official status or money. How dare you bet with Duke Chongguo?" Ye Mengding asked with a slightly hoarse voice.

"Mr. Xijian is half right. I do not have an official position, but it is wrong for you to say that I have no money. After the development of our Xiaolongwan Port will be at least millions of dollars next year. This bet is not small!"
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