Chapter 163 My Buyer Wakes up 502 Silver!

In the Imperial College, Fang Xing picked up the brush after finishing speaking, looked at the questions, and started to write after a little thought.

"Wouldn't he be slapping his swollen face to pretend to be fat?"

That tall and thin Mu Chun asked his companion.

Shande said: "I guess he is writing scribbles. Now it's up to Mr. Hong. He only needs to answer one question correctly, and that Fang Xing will be ruined!"

Mu Chunxi said: "That would be the best. As long as Mr. Hong wins, we can all show up in the capital, and the road to imperial examinations in the future will surely be smoother."

The world is bustling, all for profit.

These so-called followers are just like scavengers on the prairie, waiting for the boss Hong Bingzheng to hunt and kill Fang Xing, and then everyone can eat some carrion that the boss doesn't want.

Hong Bingzheng saw that Fang Xingzhen started to write, his face trembled, and then he raised the brush, unable to put it down for a long time.

When Chen Mao saw this scene, he was very anxious. He just read it, Hong Bingzheng gave Fang Xing a full ten questions, but Fang Xing only had two.

Two questions! Your brother should do at least one!

Outside the Imperial College, a large group of people gathered together, including scholars and servants from various families.

Everyone is here for the same reason: to wait for the results inside.

"Whoever wants to come here, come here!"

Several big men found an open space, laid out a piece of cloth, and yelled: "You can buy Hong Bingzheng and Fang Xing's win or loss, and pay one for each!"

If one pays one, the risk of the banker is very high.

But it doesn’t make money for things with low risks!

Seeing that everyone was hesitant, the big man said: "Those present probably know us, right? Everyone can see clearly that we are from Shuntonglou, no one cheats, no regrets in betting!"

Hearing this, he immediately surrounded a circle of people, handed over the money indiscriminately, and shouted: "I'll buy Hong Bingzheng for a tael of silver!"

"I'll buy Hong Bingzheng for ten taels of silver!"

"Get out of the way! I will buy Hong Bingzheng one hundred and fifty taels!"

"I'll buy seven hundred taels!"

For a while, several big men in the Shuntong building were very busy.

Sweating profusely in collecting bets.

Just as everyone was buying Hong Bingzheng, a weak voice came.

"I... the buyer pays five hundred taels of silver!"

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the sound, and then stepped aside to see an old man walking in accompanied by a strong man.

There was a pause in the betting, and then everyone burst into laughter.

"I said, old man, don't bet randomly, your hard-earned money will be gone by then!"

"Yes! Old man, but if you don't place a bet, wouldn't Renshuntonglou be at a huge loss? Don't you think so?"

"Yes, yes, old man, hurry up and place a bet, maybe Fang Xing really won today?"

A group of people were booing, and the big men in the Shuntong building also looked at the old man with smiles.

The old man handed over the treasure note without hesitation, "I will win the buyer!"

"Okay, I have no regrets in betting!"

After receiving the banknotes, the bill was placed immediately, and a bet was completed in this way.

"It's started again inside!"

At this time, a bribed Guozijian student shouted at the door: "Fang Xing wrote, and said that he gave Hong Bingzheng half a stick of incense time."

"What about Hong Bingzheng?"

Hearing that Fang Xing was writing, those who bought Hong Bingzheng's win hurriedly asked.

The student scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly, "Mr. Hong is still thinking."

After the student went in, the bettors were comforting each other.

"Don't worry, Mr. Hong was born as a Jinshi, but he was wronged a lot back then, so he gave..."

"We must have confidence, that Fang Xing is just a juren, how can he compare to a great Confucian!"

These days, great Confucians are like the academicians of later generations, and they are also academicians of the two academies, and their status is not high enough.

So after comforting themselves, everyone anxiously waited for the follow-up news.

"I'm done!"

Inside the Imperial College, Fang Xing threw the writing brush away, then took the towel handed by Liu Pu to wipe his hands, got up and said, "What's wrong with Mr. Hong? Could it be that you want me, a younger generation, to spend a lot of time?"

After hearing the words, everyone looked at Hong Bingzheng again, only to find that his face was flushed at this time, as if he had just done some sports, and the color of the water was very pleasant.

Chen Mao gritted his teeth and gave a dry cough, suppressing the noise.

Hong Bingzheng picked up the brush again, as if he was on the execution ground.

"Okay! Mr. Hong really gave Fang Xing half of the incense stick!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard the sound, because it was none other than Fang Xing himself who said this.

I saw Fang Xingzheng looked at Hong Bingzheng with 'respect' on his face, and cupped his hands to the surroundings: "Sure enough, you are a gentleman, I am not alone in my generation!"

"As long as you know!"

That Mu Chun said triumphantly, he thought that Fang Xing really appreciated Hong Bingzheng.

"time up!"

As the stick of incense was extinguished, Hong Bingzheng reluctantly put down the brush. He didn't notice it himself, but the people standing behind him saw it.

"Mr. Hong's back is soaked!"

A student pointed to Hong Bingzheng's back clothes and said in surprise.

"Maybe it's too hot?"

A professor replied.

But when everyone looked at each other's clothes, they all looked at each other in blank dismay.

It's not too hot today!

Today's temperature is 278 degrees, and there are many big trees in Guozijian, so it feels very pleasant.

Chen Mao put away the two test papers, glanced at them, and then sneaked a glance at Hong Bingzheng.

Hong Bingzheng felt a little exhausted at this moment, he could only nod slightly, and then looked at Fang Xing who was calm and composed.

Boy, are you trying to cheat?

"Ahem!"

After Chen Mao gave a dry cough, he summoned several professors to prepare for on-site verification.

Fang Xing said with a smile: "It's better to be alone than to be happy. I have a blackboard here. Write it down for everyone to see!"

"That's right! Let's all learn from this rare opportunity!"

The students who had something good to say immediately booed.

"Yes, yes! Let everyone see!"

Liu Pu lowered his voice, and said holding back: "Could it be that you are trying to cheat?"

"Who said that? Stand up!"

Chen Mao was furious, but the voice just now was a bit noisy, and Liu Pu spoke out in a high-pitched voice, so there was no one to be found.

But with these words in front of him, Chen Mao looked at Hong Bingzheng in embarrassment, and had to let Fang Xing's servants put the big blackboard they brought on the open space.

Under the eyes of everyone, Fang Xing saw that Chen Mao hesitated, so he said to the students: "Who can write this kind of blackboard?"

This was a rare opportunity to show their faces, so several students stood up.

Chen Mao took two answers to the questions, silently unwilling to let go.

"Mr. Xueqin?"

Several students felt that Chen Mao's mood was not quite right, so they asked softly.

Chen Mao snorted, and then handed over the answers to several students, but he stepped aside.

After Fang Xing saw this scene, he nodded to Hong Bingzheng and said, "Mr. Hong, the fun has begun! Are you ready?" (To be continued.)