Han Zeyu's victory was already decided, but he did not leave the competition venue.
He wanted to stay and keep a close eye on Ning Yuanchen, trying to put him under psychological pressure, preferably causing him to perform poorly.
But Han Zeyu only took a few glances and found that Ning Yuanchen's dynamic vision was not good.
This also means that he cannot be good at shooting moving targets.
Even if Han Zeyu hadn't participated in the competition, this guy wouldn't have won the championship. So why was he still secretly hating me behind my back?
Ning Yuanchen won third place in the horseback archery competition. He calmed down because there was an important competition coming up.
In Han Zeyu's opinion, someone seemed to be forcing a smile.
But this had little to do with him. After getting the bonus and documents, Han Zeyu ran to reunite with his relatives and friends.
His large group of relatives and friends were waiting eagerly not far away, and Han Zeyu threw himself into the arms of the organization without hesitation.
Anyway, no one would recognize him if he took off his armor, so Han Zeyu was particularly presumptuous.
"How was it? Was I handsome just now?"
Su Shien highly praised and affirmed Han Zeyu's wonderful performance, praising him from all angles to the point of forgetting himself.
Although Tiezhu was not good at speaking, he asked the question that concerned him the most directly: "Master, how much did you win?"
This question really touched Han Zeyu's heart, and now he was counting carefully on his fingers.
The first place in the horse archery competition will receive a prize of one hundred taels.
The first place in the obstacle race also receives a prize of one hundred taels.
Because the Shaoqing's father lost a hundred taels of silver, but the third place in the equestrian competition also had a prize of twenty taels.
Including the prize for the horseback archery competition, the total amount is two hundred and fifty taels.
Huh? Han Zeyu just realized that this number seemed unlucky.
Tiezhu was amazed. What a lot of money! It was equivalent to his salary for five or six years.
Su Shien calmly touched her husband's hand. How could this be a hand? This is a golden rake for collecting money!
Tiezhu saw the young master's actions and nodded in agreement. It is indeed better to curry favor with someone as early as possible.
He quietly extended his iron sand palm and flatteringly pinched Han Zeyu's shoulders: "Master, you are well-informed. If there is such a good thing next time, call me! At least I can earn some extra money to supplement the family income."
Han Zeyu nodded reservedly and said, "I'll serve you both well. I'll definitely call you two when there's a chance to divide the spoils in the future."
"This kind of competition is held twice a year. We missed the one this spring. You should cooperate with Old Huang and try to earn some food money next year."
Tiezhu felt sympathetic. His master was dissatisfied with him because he ate too much, but he couldn't change it!
What to do? Or just pretend not to hear! That way he can continue to eat and drink for free without any guilt.
Su Shien could see that Yuger wanted Tiezhu to take care of him in his old age, but this useless Tiehan was already thinking about how to live off his parents.
Is it that fools have good fortune, or is it that all your thoughts are focused on eating?
"Look, that kid is on the court. I never thought he could actually make it to the finals."
Han Zeyu turned his head to look and knew who Tiezhu was talking about.
Tie Shaochen, who was born two months earlier than Tiezhu and took the position of the eldest grandson.
In fact, looking at the position of the eldest grandson of the general's mansion from Han Zeyu's perspective, there are two words to describe it: useless.
It's tasteless to eat, but it's a pity to throw it away.
There may not be much benefit in acknowledging one's ancestral roots, but if one does not acknowledge his relatives, he will not be able to get back the relics left by his parents.
It's rare that Han Zeyu can think about something serious, but the heartless Tiezhu is still analyzing blindly.
The secret of Tie Shaochen's advancement must be due to the BMW. The BMW is worth a lot of money, so its qualifications must be extraordinary.
Han Zeyu wanted to hit Tiezhu on the back of the head, but was intercepted by Su Shien halfway.
"Brother Yu, look at the horse Ning Yuanchen is riding. To me, it looks more like the one that pulls Ning Yuanzhao's cart."
Han Zeyu looked in the direction Su Shien pointed, and sure enough, he saw Ning Yuanchen preparing to participate in the sprint race.
As for the mount...
Han Zeyu touched his chin. This was not the horse that had just participated in the archery competition.
It is easy to distinguish white and blue horses, and their leg length and body shape are also different.
He could see it, but the referees couldn't? Or was there something fishy going on in this match?
Su Shien read the rules of the competition again and was surprised to find that there was no clear stipulation on whether horses could be changed during the competition.
"In other words, even if he changed horses mid-race, it wouldn't be considered a violation."
Han Zeyu looked at Ning Yuanchen's mount with interest.
He had seen this horse during the semi-finals, and he joked that it seemed to be Xiao Hei's "defeated opponent."
This is the first time I've heard that someone has to change the car just to change the track. Is he short of money, or is this young horse his hidden trump card?
The person who let his exclusive ace pull the cart for the frail and sickly legitimate son must have bad intentions.
Sprint horse racing is the most intuitive and exciting competition, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is highly anticipated.
The Dayuan horses, Hexi horses and Huangpi horses divide the world into three parts in the field, and you can also see two Ferghana horses mixed in.
Tie Shaochen's mount is a Ferghana horse, so it's no wonder that Tie Zhu said some sour words.
Su Shien had met Tie Dongming several times, and according to his observation, General Tie did not seem like someone who could find a stud for his son.
Perhaps it was the help provided by the Wuxing Earl's Mansion.
That's not right! Tiezhu is also Wu Xingbo's grandson. No matter how you look at it, Tiezhu has the right to be jealous.
This poor child is neither loved by his grandparents nor by his maternal grandparents. He is like a little cabbage.
Intellectuals just think too much. Tiezhu would have recovered on his own long ago.
The key is that there is a Han Zeyu who likes to watch the fun and make trouble and mess around.
"Tiezhu, who do you think will win?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, I think people riding Ferghana horses might have an advantage. After all, they have better qualifications and can definitely lead their masters to victory without any effort."
Han Zeyu disagreed: "Not entirely. I think the blue horse has more potential."
Tiezhu was puzzled. Since it was said to be a potential quality, how could it be seen?
Han Zeyu said nonsense seriously, "I calculated with my fingers and found that Qing Ma has the potential to win the championship. If you don't believe me, do you dare to make a bet with me?"
Tiezhu refused to believe in evil. He put aside his personal grudges and selflessly chose to support Tie Shaochen. He would definitely not lose a single cent in this bet.
The most taboo thing for men is to get carried away by passion. At this moment, Tiezhu patted his chest and said heroically, "Tell me! What's the bet?"
Han Zeyu's eyes lit up, and he immediately took out his wallet. What else could he bet on? Of course, it was money.
Su Shien said seriously: "Let's bet on whether I will confiscate your gambling money!"
Han Zeyu quickly stuffed the purse back into his arms, sat upright, and looked straight ahead, as if he was not the one who wanted to cheat Tiezhu of his pocket money.
At this moment, Tiezhu came to his senses and looked at the eldest young master with gratitude, trying to express his gratitude with his eyes. However, he was given a ruthless look that made him feel cold inside.
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