"But I am a businessman, and I can't get up early without profit. If you don't let me make a notarization, will we just give me a lottery?"

When Wei Zhongdao saw Mo Feng responding, he immediately said happily: "What are you talking about? "

"First play with a smaller game, thousands of acres of fertile land! If you lose, your Wei family will ced the thousand acres of fertile land and me. If I lose, then I will give you ten thousand gold. What?" Mo Feng's lips curled up and said with a smile.

"Thousands of thousands of hectares of fertile land?" Wei Zhongdao was also shocked by Mo Feng's small bet, and the muscles on his lips couldn't help but twitch.

Of course, his father Wei Jin looked so painful. What a sin! Thousands of hectares of fertile land are five thousand acres. Even if every Wei family has a great business, they can't withstand such trouble!

Wei Jin gritted his teeth and thought to himself that no matter what, he would not offend the God of Killing today, otherwise who would guarantee that he would not be more ruthless one another day. Thinking of this, Wei Jin waved his hand and signaled his son to respond.

"A thousand hectares are thousands of hectares, and I hope Lord Mo will not regret it." Wei Zhongdao was a little panicked, but fortunately he had experienced a big scene, so he calmed down slightly and said, "I would like to ask all uncles to testify."

"Don't worry, my nephew, I will never be partial."

"Yes, yes, we must uphold justice."

Wei Zhongdao breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at Mo Feng, clasped his fists and said, "Mr. Mo, I am not talented, so I dare to take the lead."

Mo Feng shrugged, not caring.

Wei Zhongdao glanced at him, then said:

"The autumn clouds are turbid and wine are drunk for a few people, and the leaves are falling at dusk and I look forward to the beauty."

"Drunk and dancing in the willows, the moon in the building, the songs are gone, and the heart is thought of."

"I dream of meeting my beauties, but I can't help but my heart is alone and empty to the moon."

"I remember my dreams of beauties and it is hard to see each other, and I feel sad to part with each other tonight."

After finishing, there were many discussions inside and outside the venue, and they all whispered to each other, all of whom admired Wei Zhongdao's talent.

"Meng De, do you think Master can win?" Yuan Shao couldn't help but pursed his lips and said a little uncertainly when he listened to the poem that suited the situation.

Cao Cao gave Yuan Shao a fierce look and then said, "Do you think the lord will be defeated? How can we guess the lord's talent? This time the lord's writing must be a famous quote from the ages, and there is no doubt."

After hearing Cao Cao's explanation, Yuan Shao nodded vigorously, with a very agreeable expression in his expression.

"Mr. Mo, it's yours." Wei Zhongdao's mouth curled up, with a hint of blind confidence in his expression. He had absolute confidence in his talent.

Mo Feng did not answer, but strided forward, vaguely with the style of a master based on his momentum, but he really didn't have much introspection in his mind for a momentum.

Of course, in the first small bet, he had to let Wei Zhongdao taste the sweetness, and he had to win and be proud.

As for everyone around him, they all looked hopeful. They all wanted to see how Mo Feng's literary talent was.

At this moment, Mo Feng thought for a moment and said loudly with confidence:

"One, two, three, four, five, go up the mountain to fight tigers.

The tiger didn't hit it, but the little squirrel was hit.

There are a few squirrels, I'll count them.

Count it over and over again, one, two, three, four, five.”

Mo Feng wrote it in one go, and the key was that he was serious and confident, as if his writing was a masterpiece.

At this time, the scene was so quiet.

Countless people opened their mouths wide and showed incredible expressions.

I was stunned, no, I should be stupid. Is this a poem? This is rare in ancient and modern times! I was stunned.

Cao Cao and Yuan Shao's mouth twitched. Is this the master they knew? This is too low! Even Han Mao, Wang Su and others looked disdainful and full of contempt.

After listening to Mo Feng finishing writing, Wei Zhongdao smiled, smiling proudly, and immediately applauded and said, "Haha, it's so wet, it's so wet. Lord Mo's poem..."

Before Wei Zhongdao finished speaking, Wei Jin's voice became louder and immediately applauded and said seriously: "Okay, okay. Mr. Mo is so talented that it is really shameful!"

"Yes, although this poem is not as gorgeous as it is, it can express the artistic conception that is rare and it is rare!"

"Mr. Mo is really a talented person, and I admire him very much."

"That's right, the great way is simple, and Mr. Wei's words are extraordinary, but the artistic conception is very different. I'm afraid Lord Mo will be slightly better this time!"

For a moment, countless court officials answered for drinking.

Wei Zhongdao: "?????"

He was stunned. What the hell is this? A group of people were blind! What a bullshit poem? What a simple poem to his grandma, I, you, your uncle! I, are all praises for him as a nursery rhyme!

Wei Zhongdao's face turned green. What about these uncles who agreed to be fair and just, and they will never be partial? What about playing? Isn't this guy still partial?

With a bitter face, Wei Zhongdao shouted anxiously: "Dad, uncles, you guys..."

"My nephew! Don't be excited either. There is heaven beyond heaven, and there are people beyond us. We are willing to accept the loss." Wang Kuang persuaded.

"Yes, Zhongdao, it's nothing to fail once, just take it as learning from experience and making up for the shortcomings."

Wei Zhong's face turned green and made up for the shortcomings? This is a big fool! If Mo Feng really has the strength, it would be fine, but Mo Feng's girl is obviously a big fool!

"Ahem, Zhongdao, Mr. Mo is very talented, and you can't compare. We are willing to give it a chance to have a chance to compete with the master in the future." Wei Jin sighed and immediately spoke, "Come on, go and circle out the 5,000 acres of fertile land around Luoyang and give it to Mr. Mo."

"Yes, Master."

Wei Zhongdao was so anxious that he was about to cry. How could he not know that his father was causing trouble at this time? This was simply a trick of his son! As for the first Wang Lie, Guan Ning, and even Zheng Xuan, a great scholar of Confucianism, shook his head slightly, but he didn't say much. They naturally knew the outcome of this competition, but since Wei Jin said so, they couldn't refute Wei Jin's face.

Mo Feng: "?????"

With a lip silence, Mo Feng looked speechless. Can you win this?

Thinking of it, he looked at Wei Jin, not to mention that this little old man is quite good! This is equivalent to giving Mo Feng five thousand acres of fertile land for nothing, this is not a small amount.

"Mr. Mo, the dog is not as good as a human, so I am willing to give up the disadvantage. As for the land mu, I will let the servants get under the name of Mr. Mo in the past two days." Wei Jin said kindly. Although these five thousand acres of fertile land are quite large, it should be used to send Mo Feng.

"I'm sorry!" Mo Feng smiled and clasped his fists, but then said, "But Lord Wei, how can you tell the difference in this game? You're going to win two games in three games, what do you think!"

"Two wins in three games?" Wei Jin's mouth twitched, his face turned dark. This kid was greedy, right? What level he was, he didn't know much about it? He wanted to make another profit?

Although the Wei family has a great family and a great career, they can't stand such an open pit!

Wei Jin's eyes were gloomy. If Mo Feng was allowed to do so, wouldn't outsiders discuss his Wei family? Thinking of this, Wei Jin glanced at Wei Zhongdao and then gave the latter a wink.

It seemed that he wanted Wei Zhongdao to win. As for the bet, he could not. On the one hand, it could reflect the Wei family's spirit, and on the other hand, it would also give Mo Feng some face, and immediately said cheerfully: "Since Lord Mo has such a good mood, Zhongdao will accompany Lord Mo to compete in the game."

"As for the lottery, it will remain unchanged, and there are still thousands of hectares of fertile land. What should I do if I wish?"

"It doesn't matter if it's not a minute. I like writing poetry!" Mo Feng said with a thumping grin, and the key was that his smile made everyone's mouth twitch.

How can this be thicker?

He likes to write poetry, is he really the most important thing?

Wang Lie, Guan Ning, and Zheng Xuan all shook their heads slightly, and they were still young and energetic!

As for Wei Zhongdao, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was arrogant because in his opinion, Mo Feng was just his stepping stone.

ps: It’s the New Year! I’m back home! I feel a little restless, and I hope all my brothers will have a good journey. Let’s work together next year!
Chapter completed!