I was a hunter in ancient times

No matter how angry Jiang Hong was, after all these years of doing business, he had already cultivated the ability to smile without smiling. When he came in front of Zhou Du, his aura still restrained a little.

He didn't show any expression on his face, squinted his eyes slightly to look at the handsome man in a brocade robe in front of him, then clasped his fists and asked, "Jiang Ji has no grievances or enmities with Your Excellency, why are you in trouble several times?"

While he was sizing up Zhou Du, Zhou Du was also sizing him up. He was of medium build, slightly thin, with regular features. He was over forty years old, but his face didn't look old. It could be seen that he looked good when he was young.

Except for his similar stature, there is nothing similar to Shen Xi in his body.

Zhou Du withdrew his eyes from falling on him, clasped Shen Xi's slightly nervous hand beside him, and said to the group of people who were throwing pots: "There is no embarrassment, I am the same as them."

The hands of the two were clasped together from beginning to end. Jiang Hong was forced to glance at Shen Xi. He felt strange at first, but when he looked again, the inexplicable sense of familiarity surged up again. However, he had never seen Shen Xi before. , Right now there are important things to deal with, he didn't have the energy to focus on these insignificant people, he took a few glances and then looked away.

The moment Shen Xi saw Jiang Hong, his complexion turned pale immediately, and some fears from the past surged in front of him for no reason, his hands clenched unconsciously, and he didn't even feel the dull pain when his nails pinched his palm.

Fortunately, he didn't pinch himself for a long time, and a pair of sharp-boned hands forcibly inserted into his fingertips. The hot palm temperature, like the scorching sun, helped him drive away the darkness of the past and brought him light.

Feeling this temperature, Shen Xi slowly calmed down his extremely unbalanced heart, so that he could look at Jiang Hong like a stranger.

Yes, his surname is Shen, not Jiang.

He has nothing to do with him anymore, and goodbye is also a stranger who has nothing to do with him.

Seeing Jiang Hong not recognizing him, Shen Xi felt relieved. He has Zhou Du, so he is not afraid of anything. He also mustered up his courage and said: "Boss Jiang is right, you set up this pitching table just to attract people. Come and play, if you don’t welcome those of us who have won all the pots, let’s say it bluntly, others will think that we have done something to offend Jiang Ji.”

As he spoke, Shen Xi cleared his throat again, and asked in a pretentious manner: "Is it because Boss Jiang is too embarrassed to open his throat? It's okay, I have a thick skin, and I'll speak for Boss Jiang."

As Shen Xi spoke, he was about to speak loudly to the bustling crowd below the stage.

Jiang Hong didn't like this Hongjin young man who was arrogant. Seeing that he wanted to act on his own initiative, he immediately raised his hand to stop him: "No need, that's not what Jiang meant."

The common people in the audience came to their Jiang Ji every day for the purpose of Zhongquan Pot. If Shen Xi opened his mouth to say something and broke their illusions, who would come to their Jiang Ji in the future.

Before earning enough money, Shen Xi didn't really want to make it clear. As soon as Jiang Hong stopped him, he immediately accepted it: "Then what does Boss Jiang mean?"

Jiang Hong glared at him for a moment, then quietly took it back, and said slowly: "Didn't you two agree not to come back last time..."

Before he agreed, Shen Xi asked with a look of ignorance: "What did you promise? Isn't everyone in Jiangji can come? Is it possible that you won't welcome me because my husband is good at winning money?" It's him."

In the last sentence, Shen Xi deliberately raised his voice, causing many people around to look at them.

Jiang Hong was irritated by him, and his voice was not as polite as it was at the beginning: "You can also throw pots, but we made it clear to you last time, it will not be as simple as throwing pots again, this time it will be more difficult. I hope you two will consider it."

Shen Xi frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "You guys are bullying the customers of the store. Seeing that we won money, you deliberately made things difficult."

Jiang Hong said calmly: "No, anyone who hits the full pot twice in this shop will automatically increase the difficulty, and there is no difficulty for the two of you."

Shen Xi choked when he heard that, as for their tampered arrows, if Zhou Du hadn't been playing with arrows all the year round, and his familiarity with arrows had already reached the peak level, who else would be able to hit it twice!

He said that he didn't target them, but he was actually targeting them, but he couldn't find a point to refute.

At this time, Zhou Du pulled back Shen Xi, who was holding back, and nodded to Jiang Hong: "Yes, but since it is a throwing pot, the difficulty of raising it is also related to the throwing pot."

This time Jiang Hong didn't refute him, and Shun Cheng agreed: "It's only natural."

Zhou Du nodded: "That's fine."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, the restaurant staff and shopkeeper couldn't help worrying about his two throwing results, and whispered to Jiang Hong, "Master, it seems that they came prepared, I'm afraid throwing the pot can't stop them. gone."

Of course Jiang Hong knew this truth, his pupils sank, and he said bluntly: "Then give them something that has nothing to do with throwing pots."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant said suspiciously: "But the boss didn't agree to him just now..."

Jiang Hong knew what he was going to say, so he stopped listening to his nonsense, and said bluntly: "Go get a bow, and put a few more pots and bottles at tricky angles. We won't make things difficult for him, as long as he hits the mouth of the pot Even win."

As he said that, Jiang Hong hummed: "I don't believe that he is good at throwing pots, but he can also be good at archery."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant is not an idiot, and he quickly realized that this throwing pot was originally performed by You Archery, but now that it returns to the archery itself, no one can find anything wrong.

"It's still the owner's idea."

The shopkeeper of the restaurant complimented Jiang Hong a few words, and quickly ordered people to take out the bow and arrow, and placed the pots and bottles according to the instructions.

Shen Xi watched them make a fuss, and finally let Zhou Du shoot an arrow and throw a pot, blinked his eyes again and again, and tried hard to hold back the uncontrollable laughter.

This is making things difficult for people, is it making things difficult for the Grandmaster?

In addition, he may also worry about Zhou Du, but if it is compared to archery, no one in the world can win against Zhou Du.

Shen Xi still remembers how Zhou Du could confidently and calmly shoot a cockroach with an arrow in the kitchen with his eyes closed.

He can do such a difficult shooting, let alone just shooting into a pot.

Thinking of how deflated they will be later, Shen Xi can hardly hide his excited expression.

Seeing that Shen Xi couldn't control his emotions, Zhou Du could only whisper to him, "Calm down."

His utterance obviously misunderstood the shopkeeper of the restaurant, and he paused the hand holding the bow and arrow: "Are you two dissatisfied?"

Zhou Du raised his eyebrows lightly, his eyes were deep, and he looked as if he was really dissatisfied: "No."

Seeing that he had no objection, the shopkeeper of the restaurant breathed a sigh of relief, handed him the bow, and said with some pride, "Please."

Zhou Du did not take the arrow first, but looked at Jiang Hong who was beside him, and said with a concerned face: "I can accept the increase in difficulty, but the current difficulty is obviously not equal to the corresponding rewards, should Boss Jiang also increase the rewards?" one liter."

When he said this, Shen Xi also realized that this was a good opportunity to rip off. He suppressed the joy in his heart, and an angry expression appeared on his face: "That's right, it's so difficult to shoot an arrow and throw a pot. If the price is the same as throwing a pot, wouldn't it be To make things difficult for others, it is better to let us continue to throw pots."

Jiang Hong really wanted to tell them, if you love shooting, get out if you don't.

But when they touched the brocade robes on them that could be compared with the tribute brocade, they gritted their teeth and held back, staring at Shen Xi angrily and said: "Then add ten times the reward of the whole pot."

They can't hit the shot, and the amount of money is still up to him.

Shen Xi's hand held by Zhou Du couldn't stop trembling, ten times that is 1 taels!

1 taels, 1 taels, it takes him how many years of cooking to earn so much money.

Shen Xi swallowed his throat, looking at Jiang Hong with a faint glint in his eyes.The Jiang Hong in his memory was selfish, terrifying, hysterical, and made him fear at the first glance.

For a long time in the past, he felt uncomfortable even seeing the surname Jiang, but after ten years of absence, when he saw him again, he suddenly felt: His father is actually quite cute.

Zhou Du pinched Shen Xi's trembling hand, whether it was from excitement or excitement, and asked Jiang Hong unhurriedly, "Really?"

Seeing Zhou Du's expression, Jiang Hong hesitated for a moment, but what he said was like splashing water, insisting: "Of course I mean it, I, Jiang Ji, do what I say!"

Zhou Du gave him the opportunity, and seeing that he spoke so eloquently, Zhou Du couldn't help pouring cold water on him, so he nodded slightly, and took the bow and arrow from the shopkeeper of the restaurant.

The quiver was placed at his feet, and the arrows inside were still the same arrows filled with mercury last time, but Zhou Du didn't look timid in his eyes.

It can even be said that the moment he picked up the bow and arrow, his eyes completely changed.

He became deeply focused, staring at the target jug and bottle about to hit the arrow without distraction, as if everything around him had disappeared, and he only had three things in his eyes: the bow, the arrow, and the jug and bottle.

At this time, many people around who came to throw pots had noticed their strangeness, and turned their eyes to Zhou Du.

Zhou Du was born handsome, but now he devoted himself to archery, and he was so handsome that people couldn't take his eyes off him. In an instant, the crowd was full of excitement, and the bustling voices gradually came.

But these did not interfere with Zhou Du at all, he entered the field of his focus, with only the goal he was about to achieve in his eyes, confident and calm.

Seeing that he was so dedicated, Jiang Hong panicked, but he looked at the jug and vase that was far away and hidden in the corner, revealing only the pot and bottle that could be shot into by an arrow, calmed down a little, and said disdainfully: " Posturing."

As soon as his words fell, the arrow in Zhou Du's hand flew out of the string, and went straight to the pot with a tricky angle. The arrow fell into the pot accurately, making a crisp sound, and the tail of the arrow trembled slightly. , as if cheering for the master's victory.

It was like one slap after another, falling on Jiang Hong's face, causing his face to burn with pain.

He angrily said to the shopkeeper of the restaurant beside him: "What's the matter, didn't you ask you to make a tricky angle, why did he get hit by the arrow so easily?"

The shopkeeper of the restaurant has not yet reacted from the knowledge that Zhou Du has shot an arrow. He will hear Jiang Hong's questioning, and he will feel bitter. He thinks this angle is very tricky, even if it is a good archer in the army. It may not be possible to shoot.

The shopkeeper of the restaurant gathered himself together, and said to Jiang Hong swearingly: "It must be luck, the next one, the next one, he will definitely not hit!"

The next pot and vase is placed on a bamboo chair three feet high. It is easy to shoot an arrow upwards, but it is difficult to shoot an arrow back down.

Jiang Hong looked at the pot and nodded, the shopkeeper Xindao was quite reliable.

Before the words in his heart fell, Zhou Du shot the arrow as if he could turn, paused in mid-air, and fell steadily into the pot.

Damn it, Jiang Hong's face turned black, he's so unreliable, he might as well do it himself.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hong stood up and wanted to find a pot for himself. An arrow flew past his head, brushed the hair on his head, and brought a gust of cold wind. In the hot summer, the feeling of the wind blowing over the top of the head is extraordinarily clear.

Jiang Hong was stunned for a moment, he didn't care where the arrow landed, but raised his hands that had been cooking all the year round, and touched the top of his head for a while, at last he didn't know what he touched, his expression suddenly changed. Song, a stone in my heart fell to the ground.

It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay, his head is still there!