"The three-tenths of a mu north of the village," Yang Lao San said without hesitation. He had come to see things clearly: this world might fall into chaos any day, and whether they could keep their fields then was anyone's guess. He might as well gamble with Yang Ji now.
He had traveled far and wide. Though he had not earned much money, he had developed a discerning eye and knew that the hairpin Yang Ji's wife had brought as part of her dowry was worth quite a bit. His own wife had long wanted one too, but he had never had the spare money to buy it.
Yang Ji's heart stirred at those words.
Land was his lifeblood.
If he had not valued farmland so highly back then, he would not have forcibly occupied a ridge of Yang Jing's family's land and refused to return it afterward. The two families had nearly come to blows. Without that incident, his relationship with Yang Jing's family would never have become so bitter.
Now Yang Lao San was offering to wager his family's farmland against a single hairpin-and the bet was whether that brat Yang Jing could pass the Martial Arts Examination.
Because of the feud with Yang Jing's family, Yang Lao San understood Yang Jing better than most. That brat was probably an embroidered pillow-all show and no substance. Learning a few moves to frighten a coward like Yang Lao San was one thing, but passing the Martial Arts Examination was surely a pipe dream.
At that thought, Yang Ji immediately felt certain he would win.
"I'll take that bet. Everyone here, young and old, bear witness. Don't go denying it afterward, Yang Lao San." Yang Ji hastily agreed, afraid Yang Lao San might change his mind, and enlisted the surrounding