The news that the emperor had ordered his own soldiers to take charge of the harvest had spread quickly. Everyone realized that this time life or death was at stake.

As for who lives and who dies, most people think that Li Shui is more likely to die.

Ying Zheng's personal soldiers, all over the world, they only listen to the orders of Ying Zheng and are loyal to only one person.

With such a group of soldiers, no one dares to think wrongly. They can only resign themselves to fate and wait for the result.

So Wang Li did not go outside the city anymore, but stayed at home. Anyway, the results will not be available until noon tomorrow at the earliest.

That's a thousand acres of fertile land, and it's not easy to harvest it all.

Wang Jian was lying on a low couch, teaching Wang Li how to be an official. I hope that after today's incident, Wang Li can learn a lesson and stop doing such stupid things again.

Suddenly, Wang Jian frowned, feeling a little uneasy, but he couldn't explain what went wrong.

At this time, there was a rush of footsteps outside, and a house slave trotted in and said, "Sir, it's not good."

When Wang Jian heard these words, his heart suddenly sank. He suddenly had an impulse to pull out his sword and kill the slave with one strike.

But Wang Jian is not Wang Li after all. He can keep his temper and not take his anger out on others.

The slave said in a low voice: "The villain has found a dozen Qin soldiers who know each other. They all saw it yesterday. From one acre of Huaiguzi's field, one stone and nine buckets of corn were indeed harvested."

Wang Jian asked in a deep voice: "Is what they said true?"

The servant said: "These Qin soldiers have always been on good terms with villains, so they will definitely not deceive me. Besides, Huai Guzi can bribe one person, how can he bribe more than a dozen people?"

Wang Jian was silent for a long time, then suddenly turned pale and said a few words in succession: "Oh no."

Wang Li quickly said: "Don't worry, Grandpa? What if he can harvest two stones of grain? I have already set fire to his two hundred acres of fertile land. His defeat is certain."

Wang Jian scolded: "Idiot. If he calculates based on eight hundred acres and competes with you for the number of single acres, you will still die."

Wang Li laughed and said: "It doesn't matter, my grandson is not that stupid. When he set fire yesterday, he specially burned some harvested acres. Therefore, although everyone shouts about two hundred acres of fertile land, in fact, it is not clear how many acres he destroyed.

can not say it clearly."

"Now that everyone has determined that he set the fire himself, they will definitely guess, did he harvest the two hundred acres of corn first and then set the fire?"

After hearing this, Wang Jian nodded slightly and said, "You finally have some thoughts."

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The sun quickly set, and Xianyang City was shrouded in darkness. But outside Xianyang City, there were two places with bright lights.

One is Lishui's fertile land, and the other is Wang Li's fertile land.

The emperor's soldiers were lighting torches and harvesting corn at an extremely fast speed. In the middle of the night, Li Shui came out to take a look and found that according to the speed of these soldiers, at noon tomorrow, the corn could not only be harvested, but also threshed.

field, what is the quantity?

"It's great to be an emperor. With just one order, countless people will stay up late to work." Li Shui couldn't help but sigh.

Zhou Qingchen was frightened when he heard this. Master Huai, doesn't he have other ideas?

Li Shui didn't notice Zhou Qingchen's thoughts. He just waved his hand and said, "Let's go and see how Cang Fu and Wang Laoshi are doing."

Zhou Qingchen was the only one in Chunyu Yue's party who clearly sided with Li Shui.

Even Li Shui is a little envious of Zhou Qingchen's good vision. Sometimes Li Shui wonders: "How did he see that I was a sure winner?"

Li Shui shook his head and returned to Shang Jun's Villa. He looked at Cang Fu and Wang Laoshi. They didn't wake up, but their condition didn't worsen either.

It was good news that there was no deterioration. Li Shui felt relieved and began to sharpen his butcher knife again.

This knife has been sharpened to an extremely sharp level.

Li Xin said while drinking: "Brother Huai, the butcher's knife is not easy to use. If you want to kill Wang Li, you might as well use my sword. This sword is extremely sharp."

Li Shui shook his head: "Wang Li is worse than a beast. To kill him, of course you have to use a butcher's knife. What's more, your sword has other uses."

Li Xin asked in confusion: "What's the use?"

Li Shui said sheepishly: "I heard that Wang Li is brave but not resourceful. I have seen that he is brave, and it is probably true that he is brave. If I want to kill him tomorrow and he resists with all his strength, it will be bad.

Already."

Li Xin suddenly understood and said: "I understand. I will stand next to you tomorrow. If he dares to resist, I will chop off his head with the sword in my hand."

Li Shui waved his hand quickly: "You just need to chop off his arms. Leave the head to me."

A strange scene suddenly appeared in Li Xin's mind: Wang Li lost his arms and screamed repeatedly. Next to him, Huaiguzi was majestic, holding a butcher's knife, and said proudly: Today, I will chop off your head!

Li Xin laughed dryly and said: "Brother Huai, you have been shouting angrily for so long. It turns out that the one you really want to kill is Wang Li who lost his arms. Maybe I will capture him alive and hand him to you tied up. You see.

how?"

Li Shui nodded and said, "That's okay."

Li Xin was completely speechless and thought to himself: "It seems that I still need to continue to cultivate my face. When will I be able to be like Brother Huai, I will be able to be invincible and invincible in the world."

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After a restless night, Wang Li couldn't wait to get on his horse and go to the fields to see how the corn harvest was going.

Wang Ben originally wanted to go with Wang Li, but Wang Li said with a smile: "Father, just rest at home and wait for my good news. If you mobilize the army, it will appear that the Wang family attaches great importance to Huaiguzi."

Wang Ben thought about it and felt that this made sense. He called a few servants and asked them to follow Wang Li and deliver news at any time.

When Wang Li rushed to the fertile fields, he found that thousands of acres of fertile fields had been harvested. The emperor's soldiers were marching to the fields.

Wang Wan was standing nearby to supervise. Judging from his calm and calm look, nothing major happened that night.

By noon, the soldiers had finished all their work. Then they said to Wang Wan: "Prime Minister, I have a thousand acres of fertile land and a total harvest of more than 1,700 shi of corn."

Wang Wan nodded: "One stone and seven buckets per acre. Okay, this is a rare harvest. Wang Li, I'm afraid you are going to win this time."

Wang Li said with a smile: "Your Majesty, Prime Minister, has been working hard these days. Now that we have something to do, I will hold a banquet at home to entertain you."

Wang Wan readily agreed.

One thousand seven hundred dan, as Wang Li had expected before. He was also very satisfied with the result. As for Huaiguzi, two hundred acres of fertile farmland had been destroyed. In any case, it could not reach this figure.

Wang Wan looked at the sun in the sky, then called a handyman over and said, "Go to Shangjun Courtyard and see how much corn has been harvested in Huaiguzi's fields?"

The soldier rode away on horseback. After a while, he rushed back and reported to Wang Wanhuang: "Sir, the corn in Master Huai's field has not yet been fully counted."

Wang Wan smiled slightly and said: "Only half of the sophora and millet fields have been planted, and it hasn't been checked clearly yet? This is strange."

Wang Li said with a smile: "Huaiguzi is lingering, maybe he knows that he is going to lose, and wants to delay the time and linger for a while? Prime Minister, why don't we go to Shangjun Courtyard and see what Huaiguzi is doing?"

Wang Wan nodded.

Wang Li was eager to see Huaiguzi's embarrassment, and to see Huaiguzi's face pale and despairing after weighing the corn.

Wang Li even thought about it. If Huaiguzi knelt down and begged for mercy, he would give him a happy death. If Huaiguzi wanted to show off as a hero, then he would cut his flesh with a blunt knife and let him suffer all kinds of torture before he died.

The group of people rode horses and soon arrived at Shangjun Villa.

The corn from Sophora Millet has been harvested and is being weighed.

Wang Li looked around and found Huaiguzi hiding behind the crowd, sharpening a knife on a stone.

Wang Li sneered and asked: "Master Huai, are you preparing to commit suicide by sharpening your knife?"

Li Shui ignored him and turned to ask Li Xin: "If I want to kill Wang Li, where would it be easier to kill him?"

Li Xinxin thought: "With your killing method, where can't it be easy to kill? I have already cut off both arms. Even if you don't use the knife, he won't live long."

However, in front of Wang Li, Li Xin still had to cooperate with Li Shui, so he said: "It's easiest to kill from the butt."

Li Shui was a little puzzled: "Brother Li, I don't kill many people, so don't lie to me. Shouldn't you start from the neck?"

Li Xin said: "Brother Huai, you don't understand this. Others start killing from the neck. But Wang Li is different. Little General Wang, his head is on his butt. Otherwise, how could he be so stupid in doing things?

"

Wang Li's face turned livid, but he quickly sneered and said, "You are just trying to be quick with your words. I hope you can still be so sharp-tongued when your head falls to the ground."

Wang Li didn't want to quarrel with Li Shui anymore. There was no point in arguing now. When the results came out, Li Shui would cry bitterly.

Half an hour later, the weighing work was completed.

The emperor's soldiers bowed their hands to Li Si and said, "Sir, Shang Jun's courtyard has harvested a total of 1,500 shi of corn."

When Wang Li heard this, he burst out laughing: "Huaiguzi, your death has come."

Li Shui didn't say anything, just testing the knife.

Li Si and Wang Wan checked the corn in Shangjun's courtyard and couldn't help but sigh in their hearts.

These corns are all plump and of the highest quality. In terms of price alone, Li Shui's 1,500 shi of corn is probably more valuable than Wang Li's 1,700 shi.

It's a pity that the two people bet on the quantity, not the quality.

Li Si couldn't help but think in his heart: "If Huaiguzi's two hundred acres of fertile land had not been burned, we might have won today."

However, this kind of thing is not clear at all. Who can guarantee that the two hundred acres of fertile land burned that day were not harvested?

Li Si naturally knew the truth, but he had no intention of clarifying it for Li Shui.

After all, if he did nothing, he would have done nothing. Once he helped Huaiguzi clarify, he would have completely offended the Wang family, even Hu Hai, and then Zhao Gao.

As for Huaiguzi, he may not be able to survive based on his own testimony.

The gain outweighs the loss, so there is no need to do it.

Wang Li winked at the dead soldiers behind him, and they quietly approached Li Shui.

They planned to kill Li Shui outside Xianyang City, and would never give Li Shui a chance to see the emperor or give him a chance to defend himself.

Li Shui had a dull look on his face and played with the butcher's knife in his hand. He said to Wang Li: "General Wang, do you think you have won? You lost. You lost completely. I am banished to immortality and spent eight hundred acres."
Chapter completed!