A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong was going crazy: "You don't know anything at all."

"you teach me."

"Teaching and applying immediately? Is that really feasible?" Wutong tried her best to persuade him to give up.

Bashar, however, shook the dice cup and said with ulterior motives, "I think it's a good idea. Master Wenxin is quite old, it's normal for him to learn how to play dice. We're all so familiar with each other, we can play a few rounds with him and make sure he doesn't lose too badly, hehe."

Wutong said irritably, "Get lost, you just want to take advantage of my misfortune."

Bashar grinned slyly, not denying the fact.

Wutong snatched the dice cup and dice from his hand, looked up at Wenxin who was much taller than her even when seated, and asked, "Are you really going to help me?"

"Ah."

Wenxin nodded decisively.

"Alright then... I'll tell you, listen carefully."

Wutong explained the rules of playing dice to him and asked, "Did you understand?"

He nodded in agreement.

"Are you sure you don't want me to repeat it again?" Wutong asked, still uneasy.

After all, this was his first time dealing with this kind of thing, and he was too honest. It was no wonder he couldn't outmaneuver Bashar, that slippery guy.

Wenxin calmly replied, "No problem."

His expression showed no sign of tension.

Wutong's heart was pounding rapidly. She took a breath and said, "Then let's begin."

She reached into her purse again, but Wenxin stopped her with her left hand while taking out her own purse with her right hand and raising her chin at Bashar.

"you first."

Bashar said slyly, "Really? I don't want you to lose too badly."

Wenxin nodded gently: "You come."

Bashar shook his head with pity, as if he could already foresee his miserable state, but he started shaking the machine rapidly in his hand.

Since it was Wenxin's first time playing, to take care of him, they played the simplest game, which was a dice game where whoever rolled the highest number would win.

Bashar slammed the dice cup on the table, gave the two of them a mysterious look, and then removed the lid to start counting.

"Five, four, five... Haha, fourteen points! I've got this in the bag!"

Wenxin looked at the three dice and said calmly, "Very impressive."

Bashar felt embarrassed when he heard him praising him, so he patted him on the shoulder to comfort him: "You might get even bigger, don't be discouraged."

Wenxin didn't say anything, but took the dice cup and gently shook it with one hand.

He's good-looking; everything he does looks good, like a painting.

Wutong, however, was not in the mood to appreciate the moment and comforted her, saying, "Don't be nervous, it's okay if you lose, it's just a little money."

Wenxin smiled slightly and looked at her, saying, "You're the one who's nervous."

Wutong saw that it was true; the other party was completely unperturbed, while he was rambling on and on. So he shut his mouth and stopped nagging.

Wenxin looked away, her expression seemingly absent-minded, but in reality, she was listening intently to the sounds coming from the dice, shaking them back and forth for quite some time.

Bashar, eager to win his money, urged:

"Stop shaking it. This is all about luck. If you're unlucky and the dice break, it won't do you any good."

Wenxin didn't listen to what he was saying at all; she was focused on listening to the dice cup.

Arrived!

He felt a slight joy in his heart, gently placed the dice cup on the table, and turned to Wutong, saying:

"we won."

Wutong: "Huh???"

"Master Wenxin, you don't need to be so arrogant, do you? The lid hasn't been opened yet, and it's not certain who will win or lose."

Bashar said defiantly.

Wenxin smiled slightly, lifted the lid, and pointed to the three wooden dice inside, saying, "Please take a look."

Bashar and Wutong looked over at the same time, counting out the numbers.

"Six, six, six..."

Bashar's mouth dropped open, and he muttered, "Damn, bro, how come you have such good luck? Is it blessed or something?"

Wenxin smiled without saying a word, and simply reached out her hand to him.

Bashar thought he was being told a secret, and stared at him blankly for a long time, until Wutong reminded him:

He's asking you to bring the silver over.

"..."

Bashar shoved the lost silver into his hand, grabbed the dice cup, and shouted, "Again! I don't believe in bad luck anymore!"

Wutong glanced at him sideways, feigning authority: "Who do you call yourself 'I' in front of?"

Bashar's momentum faltered, and he said with a forced smile, "Your Majesty, I was wrong... Please spare me."

Wutong raised her chin arrogantly: "Now you know how to beg for mercy? Where did your arrogance go when you won my money?"

Bashar looked at her with a bitter expression.

"No way, Your Majesty... You're the one who told me to come up here and play dice..."

Having successfully tricked Wenxin, Wutong laughed twice and nudged him, saying, "Keep up the good work and win even his underwear."

Wenxin gave a loving "Mmm": "No problem."

Bashar, tears streaming down his face, cried out, "You've all ganged up on me..."

Wenxin extended a long, slender, white finger, pointed at the dice cup, and said, "Stop talking nonsense, come on."

Bashar, not to be outdone, vigorously shook the dice cup.

Playing dice relies mostly on luck, with the remaining part on skill. Bashar had been in the palace for so many years, playing dice with his fellow guards at least nine hundred or a thousand times, and he believed his skills were definitely not bad.

He swayed back and forth for more than ten rounds before stopping, and then shook it hard one last time before slamming it onto the table.

"open!"

The sycamore tree bowed its head and counted: "Six, five, five... fifteen o'clock."

Bashar looked at Wenxin with full confidence: "Dare to compete? Unless you get incredibly lucky and roll three sixes again, you can't beat me."

Without batting an eye, Wen Xin nodded slightly and said, "Compare."

He picked up the dice cup and gently shook it.

Bashar whispered to Wutong:

"New players often have good luck on their first game, but that might not be the case in the second game. Do you want to concede early? I can consider not taking the money for this game."

Wutong was initially quite worried, but seeing how well Wenxin was playing, she immediately refused.

"No need."

Bashar crossed his arms and sneered, "You're doomed to lose."

The sycamore tree disagreed.

It's okay to lose, it's just a little money.

Not long after, Wenxin flipped the dice cup over, lifted the lid, and said calmly, "Sorry, I won."

Bashar stared in shock at the three sixes and shouted, "You're cheating!"

Wenxin didn't understand what cheating meant, but Wutong stood in front of him and said, "You can't accuse someone of cheating just because you lost. Wenxin didn't do anything from beginning to end."

Bashar said, "But if he wasn't cheating, how could he have rolled a six twice in a row?"

"Of course it's good luck, didn't you say that beginners are always lucky... You have to accept the consequences of your bet."

Wutong stretched out her hand in front of him and beckoned with her finger.

Bashar helplessly handed over the lost silver, saying at the same time:

"One more."

"You're coming again? Aren't you afraid of losing?"

Bashar said, "I don't believe his luck can last forever."

“I didn’t rely on luck,” Wenxin suddenly said.

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