Chapter 96 part1_The Big Landlord

Chapter 96.1 - Thousand Asteraceae

 In the Imperial Fu Pce there was a square table right in the middle.

 The table was simr to the twenty-first century mahjong table. The only difference was that there was noyer of velvet mat on the table, so when the one hundred and thirty-six mahjong tiles were poured out, the sound was loud and many people could hear it.

 There was one person sitting on each of the four sides of the table.

 Ai Zi Ran sat opposite the <emo wang ye. To the left of the <emo wang yei was Fu Wu Tian, and to the right was Head Steward Fu. Qiu Lan held on to the spirited little bun and stood with Chun Lan to one side watching the proceedings.

 This time, the bet was thirteen years.

 Since the <emo wang ye moved on from ying Fight the Landlord and became addicted to ying mahjong, this was the first time he made such a huge bet.

 All the servants of the pce thought that the <emo wang ye must have gone stupid from losing so much. If he lost again, then his grounding time would be doubled. However, in the eyes of An Zi Ran and the other two, the <emo wang ye was actually very smart.

 The <emo wang ye was not young anymore. To him, there was no difference between thirteen and twenty-six years. Since it was like this, then why not just go big in this gamble. If he won, then he would no longer be grounded, and if he lost, it wouldn''t make much difference.

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 Lao wang ye too in a deep breath and his expression morphed into the serious look of one about to fight at close quarters on a battlefield. He scooped up the dice on the table and said to the other three, "Old rules. Whoever has the highest number is the banker*."

 [*T/N: 做庄 zuo zhuang: I think this means to be the banker (in a gambling game). I don''t know all the rules of mahjong, so I don''t even know if there''s a banker or not. Alternatively, it could mean who goes first…?]

 The <emo wang ye was bing more and more of a gambling addict. This sentence was no different from what a seasoned gambler would say.

 An Zi Ran did not say a word. It made no difference to him who was the banker.

 Head Steward Fu said, "It doesn’t matter to me."

 Fu Wu Tian looked at the deadly serious <emo wang ye and said, "If grandfather likes to be the banker, then let grandfather go first (and be the banker)."

 Theo wang ye epted this without hesitation. He did indeed like being the banker.

 In order to roll a higher number, he deliberately stayed in his room for a long time to practice, and the results were… fruitless…

 The <emo wang ye rolled the two dices into the middle of the four stacks of mahjong tiles, and the numbers that came up were a six and a three.

 Seeing these numbers, everyone''s expressions suddenly became subtle*.

 [*T/N: This is legit what the raws says. "微妙起来" = "became subtle"]

 An Zi Ran looked at the thirteen tiles he had and couldn''t help but wrinkle his eyebrows. It was a pretty crappy hand. He nced at Fu Wu Tian and Head Steward Fu. Their expressions were inscrutable. It was hard to detect their thoughts. But his intuition told him that their hand weren''t that good either.

 Was this a coincidence or was it deliberate?

 An Zi Ran looked at the <emo wang ye out of his peripheral vision, and couldn''t help staring nkly.

 When the <emo wang ye pretended to be deep, he still gave others a feeling of ridiculousness. No matter how much he tried, everyone could still see his innate character. Simply put, hecked an imposing grandeur.

 Right now, his serious face was pulled taut like usual, but he didn''t give off the same silly feeling as before. Instead, he seemed to exude a cold and harsh aura. He was like a sharpened knife hidden in the dark. He had a steady and imposing manner. Even without speaking, it was enough to deter other people.

 This thought shed through his mind in a quick nanosecond.

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 When An Zi Ran''s eyes fell on the mahjong tiles in front of him, a strange feeling spread through his entire body. He felt that something was not right, but he couldn''t tell what it was.

 Compared with the <emo wang ye who was brimming with a battle aura, Fu Wu Tian and Head Steward Fu were very calm, a pair of indifferent parties, as if they had good tiles in their hands.

 "Wang fei," Fu Wu Tian looked at him abruptly.

 An Zi Ran returned to the present and found that he had identally mired too deeply in his thoughts. This was a taboo for gambling. He adjusted his mindset and touched upon his first mahjong tile.

 After a few turns, the <emo wang ye did not touch a single tile.

 He was ying his tiles so messily that one could not fathom what he was doing, but the <emo wang ye did not seem anxious at all.

 An Zi Ran had three yi wan* tiles in his hand. The remaining yi wan tile was in the middle of the table. Furthermore, it was a tile that the <emo wang ye had pped onto the table. If it weren''t for that, he would''ve thought that the <emo wang ye was aiming for shi san yao**.

 [*T/N: Name of one of the tiles in mahjong, kind of like a Jack or Queen.]

 [** T/N: A type of hand in mahjong, kind of like Full House or Royal Flush.]

 After thinking about it, he still decided to hold on to the yi wan tiles, and yed a liu wan tile onto the table.

 "Peng*!"

 [*T/N: 碰 peng - kind of like shouting "uno" when you y the game Uno. You assimte the mahjong tile that someone else just yed into your own hand and you announce it, because you''re one step closer to winning the game, or something like that.]

 The <emo wang ye suddenly called out in a strong voice.

 An Zi Ran found that Fu Wu Tian and Head Steward Fu''s eyes were concentrated on him. His expression remained very calm. Just as humans make mistakes, so can a horse stumble*. What the heck are you looking at?!

 [*T/N: Idiom for "everyone makes mistakes" or "even the best fall down sometimes."]

 As for the matter of the <emo wang ye''s confinement, An Zi Ran was the one that cared the least, because he felt that if the <emo wang ye really wanted to go out and y, then no matter what, they wouldn''t be able to contain him. Most likely, the <emo wang ye was so persistent in these bets was because he found it fun.

 Lao wang ye pped out a tile and immediately squinted his eyes at his grandson, who had not made a move. Such a rare urrence of being able to dere ''peng,'' but he did not show a look of joy. His expression was still very serious, and his eyes even revealed a hint of sorrow.

 Fu Wu Tian ran a finger along his tiles. Without looking, he took a tile and flung it onto the middle of the table. He was even more practiced than a veteran gambler.

 An Zi Ran followed and threw out a tile. He wasn''t trying particrly hard to assemble a winning hand. He just had to y an opposing tile to avoid someone getting one up on him.<hr>Want to Read Ahead?

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