"Great Khan, please don't agree to his conditions. If you put boots on these slaves and let them fill their bellies, they will probably rebel and run away!"
"Yes, you must not agree to him. This Liangren has evil intentions. Please ask the Great Khan to punish him!"
The ministers all agreed to rebut.
Song Che laughed.
"Liang Ren, why are you laughing!"
"I was laughing. It turns out that the people in King Hu's palace are exactly the same as the mediocre officials in our Liang Dynasty. They always like to complicate simple things to show their loyalty and wisdom, but in fact they are extremely stupid," Song Che scolded sarcastically, and then road:
"Excuse me, I'm only given an extra big cake a day, and my stomach is full to three thirds at most. I work all day long. How can I have the strength to escape? What's more, in the cold winter of November, there are three feet of snow on the grassland. After leaving Dadu, even if there are horses, It's difficult, let alone a group of slaves? Even if they resist and escape, will your country's heavy armored cavalry let it go? Alas... Song's caring heart turned into evil intentions in the eyes of the ministers. How can we not let people Is it too generous to make people laugh?"
He turned to Timur again, bowed his hands in salute, and said loudly: "Song can use the head on his neck as a guarantee. If the slaves are allowed to wear warm clothes and eat well, the city wall built will definitely be stronger. Please give me the advice of the Great Khan!" "
"Hey, Mr. Song, there is no need to fight hard. This is a bet between you and the prince. Of course I will agree to it."
As soon as Timur finished speaking, the second prince Kuimu added: "Father, my son has also been puzzled by a problem for a long time. Mr. Song's big brother's problem just now convinced me of his talent, so I also want to ask for advice."
Having said this, he turned to look at Song Che again and said, "If Mr. Song can help me clear up my doubts, I hereby promise to give those slaves not only boots, but also cotton boots with added cotton. How about that?"
Song Che smiled and said, "It seems like you can't refuse, right?"
The corners of Kuimu's lips raised slightly, and he added: "But if sir can't answer, how about canceling the promise made by my eldest brother?"
Song Che smiled and said, "Okay."
"Okay! Seeing that Mr. Song is so confident, he must be unafraid of challenges, so let's just serve them up!" Kuimu clapped his hands and said loudly.
I saw three servants walking into the main hall, each carrying a large wine jar, two wine stems of different sizes, and three identical wine glasses.
Kuimu pointed to a group of wine utensils and said: "This jar is our Hu country's craft mare's milk wine. One of the two wine grapes can hold five cups of wine, and the other can hold three and a half cups. Mr. Song can only hold it twice." , measure out exactly three glasses of wine;”
He pointed a finger at Song Che again and said in a provocative tone: "This question cannot be easy, so I will give you a stick of incense to think about it. Mr. Song, will you challenge me?"
The servant brought the incense burner and planned to burn the incense for a while.
"Wait a minute." Song Che called to the servant who was burning incense, "One stick of incense is really too much."
"Oh? Hahaha..." Kuimu laughed: "It's indeed a bit too much. So, the time I gave you for two sticks of incense is enough, right?"
Song Che smiled and shook his head. Without saying anything, he went straight to the wine set. He held a wine grape in each hand and demonstrated while saying:
“The first time, I filled the five cups of grapes, and then poured them into the three and a half cups of grapes. Then, in the five cups of grapes, there was only one and a half cups of wine left;
Then, I emptied the three and a half cups of wine to make room, and poured the remaining one and a half cups of the five cups into it, so there was still two cups of capacity left in the three and a half cups;
The second time, I filled the five cups of wine grapes and poured out two cups into the three and a half cups, so there were three cups left in the five cups of grapes. "
In front of everyone, he poured the remaining kumiss from the five glasses of wine into three glasses in sequence, filling them to the top, exactly.
Kui Mu's face twitched, and he forced a smile and said: "Mr. Song is really smart, then... I will reward you with this jar of kumiss."
Song Che smiled and said thank you, but did not forget to remind: "There are also slaves' cotton shoes. I also thank Your Highness for them."
"Hmph, the two prince brothers are really useless. They asked some simple questions. Aren't they asking for embarrassment?"
Third Prince Bach stepped forward.
Compared to the eldest prince and the second prince, he is much taller and is obviously a reckless man.
He pointed at Song Che and said bluntly: "Since the two princes have already given the questions, I can't just watch from the sidelines. I also want to compete with you. If you win, not only will you give those slaves cotton boots and big cakes, I also gave them extra cotton-padded clothes to keep warm!”
Song Che squinted his eyes and said nothing. This simple-minded guy with well-developed limbs would definitely not be able to fight, right?
Bach said in a tone that refused to refuse: "I heard from Chachai that Mr. Song has hunted brown bears and also killed a snow leopard in the Qilian Mountain forest. He must be very good at archery. Then I want to compete with you in archery!"
Song Che did not agree yet, but just said: "The third prince must have heard wrongly. Song is just a businessman. Look at me, I am not a martial artist -"
"Mr. Song." Chachai interjected: "I saw you with my own eyes, using a crossbow to kill a red deer, and you hit it with one shot in the ice and snow, at dusk, with poor visibility. You can't be too modest!"
Song Che's eyes turned cold. If he hadn't been in the main hall, he would have slapped this guy again.
"Yes, if you dare not accept my challenge, then all the promises made by the eldest brother and the second brother will be invalidated, and those damn beam slaves will get nothing!" Bach glared and made a naked threat.
Now that it was all said and done, Song Che seemed to have no reason to refuse and could only agree.
"Okay! The rules are as follows. There are three targets eighty steps away from the square. Each person has three arrows. Whoever hits the most target rings will win." After Bach told the rules, he glanced at Song Che and asked intentionally:
"Mr. Song, can you shoot a bow of several hundred pounds?"
Song Che shook his head, "I can shoot a slingshot, but I can't even shoot a bird bow that weighs a hundred pounds."
"Hahaha..." Bach laughed proudly, "Looking at the entire Hu country, except for General Chacai who can shoot an eight hundred catty hard bow, I, the prince, can shoot a six hundred catty bow. If Mr. Song can shoot a hundred catty bird bow You can’t even shoot, let alone eighty steps, you can’t even shoot at thirty steps, right? So what’s the point?”
"Hey, Your Highness, Mr. Song is a foreign guest after all. Liang people have always been feminine and weak. Using a hard bow would be too bullying. In my opinion, let him use a hard crossbow." Hu Chen advised.
"Forget it, let him use a hard crossbow, otherwise word will spread and they will say that I bully the guests," Bach waved his hand and greeted:
"Come here! Set a target in the square and get my golden eagle bow!"
(To be continued...)
