Qi Qingyao looked at the confident Zhang Tieyuan with a superficial smile then turned to Ma Sanye.
"Since this bet is too big, let's do it like this. Let's make a simple agreement. We'll have the village head write up a contract and then sign it. The losing party will have to own up to it."
Zhang Tieyuan angrily denounced, "I'm the one who is afraid that you'll go back on the contract."
Ma Sanye noticed that he was being pulled into the fray. He had initially just been watching the excitement as an onlooker but at this moment, he was nervous. However, Zhang Tieyuan had urged him. After he brought a pen and paper over, Ma Sanye's hand that was holding the pen was even trembling.
"Do you really want me to write it out?"
To bet on the deed of the farm and land was akin to betting one's life away.
If he lost, he would have nothing left.