Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

Mr. Changping showed a smile on his face that was full of wind and frost. It is undeniable that now he would be happy because of a small piece of wood, like a child.

"Mr. Changping, are you still here?"

"One more round!"

The cell is filled with a cheerful atmosphere. The teenagers and girls imprisoned in the cell due to mistakes heard the sound of pushing mahjong in the cell next door. The young generation eager to experience new things secretly poked their heads out of the cell door and looked at the only set of mahjong in the cell next door. .

They didn't have any entertainment, but watching Chu and Guo in the cell next door had a great time playing, watching the movement of mahjong tiles colliding, their hearts were itchy.

But they couldn't get out, they could only watch helplessly.

Why doesn't this bastard Yan Ce make two sets for them to play with... The game is not difficult, easy to learn but difficult to master, Yan Ce's mahjong seems to contain a lot of knowledge.

"Mr. Changping, Dongfeng, listen to me, Dongfeng! No, the west wind hasn't come out yet, the west wind is coming out."

"Watch the chess without saying a word."

Mr. Changping glared at the noble boy in the cell next to him, and played a north wind. Every round contained countless possibilities. He suddenly felt that mahjong was much more interesting than Liubo.

It's not like going step by step, calculating everywhere, this strategy has a hint of God's will, very similar to the art of war, doing everything possible, plus a little bit of luck to make up this game, he can play for a lifetime, every game is not the same.

interesting.

The surrounding cells are full of booing, and there is no one who really understands the game of mahjong.

Mr. Chang Ping, who had been fooling around for another round, suddenly had the illusion that his life was as lonely as snow.

However, this is just a two-player mahjong, a simplified version of a four-player game, and one cannot personally understand the true meaning of the game.

Why is there only a private room for two people in his cell, and the next cell is a large room for four to six people... Four people mahjong is so lively, it means eight wastes and four poles, symbolizing the world of nine states, wouldn't it be fun to fight like this?

It's a pity that two are missing.

Mr. Yan Ce, this is to punish his heart, but he can't let him succeed.

As a result, Mr. Changping was bathed in countless envious eyes, and he had a great time pushing Mr. Xiong.

"..."

The Fusu girl looked at the bustling cell from afar. She still remembered that when she was a child, the gentle uncle Changping Jun helped her mother put down the opposition forces of Qin State, and promoted the dictatorship of Qin Wangzheng. He became a generation of heroes of Qin State.

But now, smiling like a child in his 40s and [-]s, I'm afraid that in two days, he won't have to lock the cell, and even the guards who watch him don't need to arrange, just clean up every day.

The corners of Gan Luo's mouth twitched, and he looked at the crown prince girl with a complicated expression, "Your Highness...do you want to interrogate Lord Changping?"

"There is no need."

Fusu turned around and was about to leave the academy, her head was in a mess and she needed to go back to the palace to sort it out.

Chapter 280 An Uncomfortable Daily Life

at the same time.

Yan Ce, who failed to find Su, heard the news that the prince had left the school, and finally returned to the school. On the way back, he went to the treasury to get some tools and good wood.

Recently, the young man was so annoyed by the envoys of Chu State that he really couldn't read books, but he had no other entertainment activities. He just fought with the wicked woman next door all day long. The two of them would have to get along for at least half a year, and they couldn't live by bickering every day.

If possible, he wanted to fight the landlords with the two Chu people in the prison, and talk about how to drive the Chu envoy away. If possible, he would best find out how many holes were buried in Qin territory.

He hugged the wood, the saw, and a bunch of gadgets for planing wood, and closed the doors and windows tightly. The last time he was making mahjong, mahjong was easy to cut into pieces. This time, he wanted to make wood into thin cards with different designs and colors. From the first to the thirteenth, the king and the clown were changed to the son of heaven and the princes respectively in order to conform to the values ​​of enfeoffmentism in the Zhou Dynasty.

Thinking about it, Yan Ce rolled up his sleeves and took a big saw to start rolling wood. The mechanical and repetitive labor should be boring according to theory, but the young man played with great interest, vaguely experiencing the happiness of a certain emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

From time to time, the noise of "呵呵味哒" came from the boy's room. Yan Ce's eyes were fixed on the thinner and thinner wood chips. The situation quickly produced a large part, and the sense of fulfillment brought by labor made the boy quite satisfied.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door, but Yan Ce didn't notice it. He continued to plan wood with all his might. The people waiting outside the door waited for a while, but they didn't wait for the boy to open the door, so they started knocking on the door again. The door was much louder.

the next moment.

Miss Lingshi didn't have the patience to wait for Yan Ce any longer, so she pushed the door open and walked in. She saw that the room she had cleaned before was now covered with sawdust, her calm face was now cold, and the soles of her boots stepped on the sawdust, and she walked across to the boy.

"At noon, I worked hard to clean the room. Now that it's approaching dusk, Young Master Ce better give me a reasonable explanation."

"Wait... don't step on it!"

Seeing that she almost accidentally stepped on the fruit of his labor, Yan Ce grabbed Miss Lingshi's wrist, feeling cold.

Miss Lingshi frowned, withdrew her hand, glanced sideways at the nervous Yan Ce, and bent down to gather the wood chips all over the floor into a pile. The wood chips were soaked in a special solution, and there was no wood product to the touch. rough.

"It's called poker, and it's an entertainment tool popular in other countries. Different ways of playing can be extended through poker."

Excited, Yan Ce leaned close to her face, opened her fingers, took back half of the poker and explained to her the suit characteristics of each card, trying to share his happiness.

"Poker is suitable for all ages in my hometown, and it can be played by two people."

"..."

Miss Lingshi pondered for a while after listening, then raised her head.

However, Yan Ce didn't notice the slight change in her expression. He just lowered his eyes and patiently explained the gameplay, except for the most classic game of drawing bastards, and going to the three-person fight against the landlord.

"54, the Son of Heaven is the largest?"

"That's right, the Son of Heaven is older than the princes, and the princes are older than one to thirteen."

Miss Ling Shi glanced at him, "Last time mahjong was played by four people, so the rules of poker are for two people to play?"

"Of course you can play with three people. It's more interesting to play with three people than two people. Next time Fusu will come to the academy. How about me, you and Fusu playing together?" Yan Ce looked at his research results quite complacently, he was a little I want to see how devastated this woman is being targeted.