After coming out of the blacksmith shop, Song Yuehua prepared to go to the market. When passing by Fumanlou, she found that the front of the door was unusually lively.
When he was about to squeeze in, he was suddenly patted on the back by someone. When he turned around, it was Xiao San.
"Miss Song, there are too many people here. Do you want to go to the back upstairs to take a look?" Xiao San pointed to the teahouse behind him.
Song Yuehua came over and asked, "Do you know what is going on here?"
Xiao San said, "This is the annual eating contest held by Fu Man Lou. If you can win, you will get a prize of 5 taels of silver. But if you lose, those below the top ten will have to pay for it themselves, and those above the top ten don't have to pay if they lose."
This activity is indeed exciting. Not to mention how tempting five taels of silver is to most people, as long as you can make it to the top ten, even if you don't get the prize, you can still have a full meal.
These five taels of silver are just a drop in the bucket for Song Yuehua. If the temptation were a little greater, perhaps she would be willing to participate.
There was a square table next to the competition stage. People were crowding there before the competition even started. Song Yuehua asked Xiao San and found out that there was also a gambling table.
Song Yuehua was inspired and asked, "How many steamed bread did the champions of the past two years eat in total?"
Before Xiao San could answer, a man next to him said, "The year before last, the fake monk didn't participate, so that person won easily and only ate 40. This year, the fake monk participated, so he can probably eat 50."
50…
Song Yuehua estimated that in order to win, she would have to eat at least 50 or more, which might be a bit difficult.
After making up her mind, Song Yuehua pulled Xiao San aside and said, "I plan to participate in the competition. You go and bet on me to win!"
"No, Miss Song, can you eat so much?" Xiao San looked her up and down and asked doubtfully.
Song Yuehua took out 20 taels of silver and said, "Take the silver and place your bet when the time is right."
Xiao San was even more confused, "Do you trust me so much?"
"Of course I believe you," Song Yuehua said with a smile, "I know where your home is."
Xiao San, "..."
When the two came to sign up, the person taking the register was stunned for a moment before asking, "Can I eat it?"
“Yes.”
"As long as it's edible." The man nodded, wrote down the name, and pointed to a place in the corner and said, "You go there."
Just like that, Song Yuehua signed up, and when everyone stood on the stage, she was the only girl who stood out.
The audience pointed at her and said, "Whose poor girl is this? She has never had a full meal."
"I don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is..."
"What an ignorant child! She will cry later."
Xiao San also squeezed to the betting area and asked, "Can everyone on the stage place a bet?"
"All are OK. Who do you want to bet on?" asked the middle-aged man at the betting table.
Xiao San pointed at Song Yuehua and said, "I'll bet on that girl."
The people around immediately started to make a noise, "When did this turn into a beauty pageant?"
"Hahaha, any man you choose will be reliable!"
Xiao San felt uncomfortable and said angrily, "It's my own money. I can bet on whomever I want. What's it to you?"
The middle-aged man took the list, wrote Song Yuehua's name on it and hung it up, saying, "If you can bet, I'll pay you twice as much."
"Wow, the odds are so high." Someone nearby laughed.
"Why, you want to bet too?"
"I might as well throw stones at the water than bet on this girl. At least I can hear the sound of it."
"Hahaha."
Xiao San bet 20 taels. The middle-aged man opposite was stunned for a moment, then wrote him a note.
"20 taels? That's crazy." People surrounding the gambling table began to discuss in a low voice.
"He's stupid and has a lot of money."
"Do you think it's possible? What kind of ability does that girl have..."
"Don't forget, the fake monk is here this year too."
"That's right, that's right."
After Xiao San received the receipt for 20 taels of silver, he gritted his teeth and bet his remaining 5 taels of silver on Song Yuehua.
If you win, you take a carriage to work. If you lose, you walk to work. Anyway, this is the only chance.
The middle-aged man opposite saw Xiao San bet another 5 taels, looked at him, and still wrote a note.
After placing his bet, Xiao San squeezed out of the crowd, ran to a high place in the teahouse, and looked at the stage with a nervous look on his face.
At this moment, Song Yuehua was listening carefully to what the old man on the stage said.
"Time is limited, a total of one incense stick of time. Whoever eats the most will win. There are 10 steamed breads on a plate. I hope you don't waste them."
The old man walked off the stage after he finished speaking.
In front of each contestant are three plates of steamed bread and a plate of pickles. When the gong sounds, the competition begins.
Song Yuehua stood up, used both hands to eat one, and finished it in just three or two bites. She ate with an unusually ferocious look.
Xiao San ran down from the teahouse, squeezed under the table, and shouted desperately, "Eat faster! Faster! Faster! Faster!"
The people in the audience were also shocked by the ferocious eating style and started shouting as well.
When the incense was halfway burned, most people gave up because the difference was too obvious and went to the counter to pay.
The people in the audience were silent. They didn't expect that Song Yuehua, whom they looked down upon, would still stay on the stage. They thought, this girl must be hungry.
Song Yuehua kept stuffing food into her mouth. Apart from the fact that it felt a little dry when swallowing, there was nothing wrong with her.
She glanced at them out of the corner of her eye and saw that among the remaining dozen or so people, there was a bald man who ate in the same way as she did. He stood up, swung his arms and kept stuffing food into his mouth with a very ferocious expression.
This person should be the fake monk that person mentioned.
This way of eating is correct. According to the one-incense-stick rule, there is no time for you to overtake or catch up. You have to try your best from the beginning. Once you are left behind, there will be no chance to overtake.
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