As the saying goes, one billion people and nine hundred million hemp.
Mahjong was a national treasure!
Chu Jun loved playing mahjong.
She would rub her phone a few times whenever she was free.
These three years had really suffocated him!
Damn it!
The phone was gone!
There was no one!
So bored!
Therefore, Chu Jun thought of a way to make two sets of mahjong for himself.
If he had nothing to do, he would rub it to satisfy his craving.
It was carved out of wood.
It was made from clay.
Now that he had finally encountered three living people, how could he not rub them a few times?
Although these three were not very smart, they would definitely understand after teaching them for a while.
"This is mahjong?"
"Yes!"
Wang Ben picked up the clay mahjong tile and placed it on the table.
A punch smashed down.
Bang!
It exploded instantly!
"What's so fun about playing mahjong? In our military camp, we are all walnut-walkers!”
" F * ck you!!!"
Chu Jun was anxious!
What the f * ck!
It was not easy for him to make mahjong!
He had been turned into powder by this killer's punch!
Wang Ben scratched his head awkwardly.
Wasn't that what he meant?
"You…you move aside!”
Chu Jun was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He could only take out the wooden mahjong tiles again.
Mahjong wasn't that difficult.
The king of Chu sat in the east, Meng Yi sat in the south, Wang Ben sat in the north, and Qin Shi Huang sat in the west.
Because these three wise men were all newbies, Chu Jun decided to play his cards first. This way, he could help them understand the rules.
Then, Meng Yi understood.
This was a new type of gambling tool!
What a pity!
If there were no bamboo slips, he would have recorded everything!
Where did this young man come up with such a wonderful idea?
Interesting!
How interesting!
Group, touch, eat, stop, Hu…
After playing two or three rounds, the three of them had already grasped the essentials.
"I see! This is mahjong? Young man, you're using the wrong words. You should be playing mahjong!”
Chu Jun rolled her eyes.
He cursed silently.
Qin Shihuang also felt that mahjong was very novel and immediately rolled up his sleeves.
"Then how do we play?"
"Stop, it's not fun just playing. We're here for money.”
"Money?"
Meng Yi pulled out his sleeve.
It was over!
What money did they have on them?
If they followed His Majesty, who would dare to ask them for money wherever they went?
Everything in this world belongs to His Majesty!
"What if I don't have money?"
"You can write an IOU!"
Chu Jun said disdainfully. He didn't have any money on him.
"When we get out, we'll pay off the debt according to the IOU.”
"IOU?"
Qin Shihuang smiled.
He looked at Chu Jun.
No matter who he was, he was a very interesting person.
He had also played with gambling tools like dice, but he would occasionally touch them in his spare time.
He couldn't even finish reading the memorials on the bamboo slips every day.
However, no one dared to let him lose!
No one dared to ask him for money or write an IOU!
If he gave it, would others dare to take it?
Don't you want your head anymore?
"Alright, then write an IOU!"
"Your Majesty…"
"What, I can't afford to play?"
"How about a hundred for one?"
" A hundred dollars?!"
Meng Yi widened his eyes.
This kid is playing so big?
There were two types of currency in the Qin Dynasty.
Gold was a high-class currency, with a unit of Yi, equivalent to 20 taels of gold.
Copper was a low-level coin, and the unit was half a tael, which was also a square-hole round coin.
There was also cloth, which was now a hard currency and could be used as currency.
"Haha, 100 coins it is!"
Qin Shihuang laughed heartily.
He threw the fact that he was stranded on a deserted island and couldn't get out into the clouds.
Even Chu Jun couldn't get out, let alone them.
Wasn't it nice to play mahjong honestly?
" Your Majesty... this hundred coins..."
"I'll help you out!"
Chu Jun looked at the three of them.
Isn't it just a hundred yuan?
Why was it like his father had died?
After Great Qin unified the six countries, they would give out salaries every month.
For the two of them, their monthly salary was 700 Hu.
The price of rice is three per bushel, ten per bushel.
One bushel was thirty and a half taels of silver.
It was 20,000 yuan a month.
Money was very valuable these days!
For example, when Liu Bang conquered Xianyang in the future, each of them gave Liu Bang three Qin and a half taels. Liu Bang was extremely grateful to Xiao He for giving him two more. It could be seen how valuable the money was.
One hundred yuan for each, how could they not feel heartache?
"Haha, I won!"
"One hundred per person!"
Chu Jun laughed wildly.
This was the happiest day in three years.
If he met these three wise men, wouldn't it be easy to scam them of some money?
"Come, come, come. Write the IOU first!"
Wang Ben and Meng Yi's faces turned ugly.
Would Chu Jun really dare to ask His Majesty to write an IOU?!
"This IOU…how do I write it?"
"There are no bamboo slips here."
"Bamboo slips? I have paper and lead. Come, 100 yuan each.”
"Paper?"
The three of them were all confused.
Looking at the crude linen paper on the table, he was dumbfounded.
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