Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1338: Chapter 1137 It’s All Good Luck_1 Chapter 1338: Chapter 1137 It’s All Good Luck_1 The little eunuch who had brought the deck of cards up earlier picked up a deck, first removed the jokers, shuffled them, and then started dealing–the first card went to Tong Sanlang, the second to Mo Buping, the third to Tong Sanlang, the fourth… the sixth card to Mo Buping.

Tong Sanlang lifted the three cards in his hand to look at them, pushed all the small wooden plaques representing banknotes out without any expression on his face, “One million taels, all in.”

Today’s gambling match had Tong Sanlang representing the Yang Family and Mo Buping representing the civil and military officials, which is why the wooden plaques representing the chips had increased considerably, with each being worth ten thousand taels, so a hundred of them amounted to one million taels.

With any higher stakes, people would have to keep track with little notebooks and pens.

Mo Buping, upon seeing this, immediately discarded his hand, “I fold.”

With that fold, it was tantamount to conceding the first hand outright.

In today’s gambling match of nine hands total, losing the first hand meant that Tong Sanlang only needed to win four more to claim victory for the day.

Seeing this, Tong Sanlang smiled slightly, putting down the cards in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Fang Hai exclaimed loudly, “The first round goes to Tong Zhan, the second round now begins.”

The little eunuch collected the cards from the table, brought out a new deck, spread it out, and dealt.

This round started with Mo Buping, who picked up his cards and looked at them, then pushed out ten wooden plaques, “One hundred thousand taels.”

Tong Sanlang glanced at his cards, “One hundred thousand.”

He counted out ten wooden plaques and pushed them forward.

“Another one hundred thousand,” Mo Buping declared.

“I raise,” Tong Sanlang followed suit.

Seeing this, Mo Buping curled the corner of his mouth, “I fold again.”

Tong Sanlang couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows, the previous hand had been an outright fold, and now after throwing out two hundred thousand taels, another fold, what was he up to.

No one could provide an answer, and the third hand quickly began, with Mo Buping betting five hundred thousand straight away; Tong Sanlang glanced at his own cards and decided to fold immediately.

Two, three, five–he had drawn these three cards, with such luck no one could compete, besides, he had already won two hands, so he chose to concede this hand straight away.

The game of Explosion ended with Tong Sanlang winning two hands and Mo Buping one, next was Stud Poker.

In Stud Poker, both sides start with one hole card, which is kept face down and not revealed, while the remaining four cards are dealt face up, allowing the opponents to see each other’s cards and bet accordingly.

This was more calculable than Explosion, which entirely relied on guessing and bluffing; Stud Poker allowed for some calculation of numbers, and was more thrilling than Explosion.

After three hands, Tong Sanlang had won two, Mo Buping one.

The games of Explosion and Stud Poker concluded with Tong Sanlang winning four hands to Mo Buping’s two, and next was Mahjong. If Tong Sanlang won just one more hand, the competition would come to an end.

The little eunuch brought up Mahjong for both to examine, and while inspecting, Mo Buping laughed, “It seems the God of Luck is at Lord Tong’s side today.”

“Mr. Mo jests–if the God of Luck were really on my side, then this competition would have already ended,” Tong Sanlang said.

He hadn’t cheated in these four hands; his victories were all thanks to luck.

Purely luck.

Mo Buping’s expression remained unchanged from beginning to end, even while folding his hand, he wore a faint smile, making it impossible for Tong Sanlang to guess the quality of Mo Buping’s cards based on facial expressions.

Moreover, the silver at stake today wasn’t coming from their own pockets, which meant there was no reluctance in betting it, providing no insight into the actual state of Mo Buping’s hand.

The rules they had set for this instance were that if one side did not follow, then that side’s cards would not be revealed; hence, Tong Sanlang didn’t know what Mo Buping’s cards were.

In any case, the Mo Buping opposite him was an old fox; his winning four hands was all due to having good cards.

If not for the good cards, he truly would have felt uneasy.