After she said this, Qi Qingyao took the one thousand taels back to her hand.
Zhang Tieyuan saw that and began feeling anxious.
Success was about to slip out of his hands.
Hurriedly, he asked, "What do you want me to bet with then?"
Qi Qingyao said airily, "172 taels, and throw in the lease to your farm and land. If you win, my one thousand taels will go to you, which is equal to me losing a total of 1,172 taels to you today. What do you think?"
When Zhang Cuiyun heard that, the timid girl quickly tried to persuade her father who was still experiencing an adrenaline rush, "Father, no, if we lose, we will have nothing."
Everyone also felt that the final bet was too much.
However, with one thousand taels, Qi Qingyao's bet was still worth more.
They did not want Zhang Tieyuan to win Qi Qingyao's one thousand taels, so they tried to persuade him.
"Yes, Old Man Zhang, you really shouldn't continue..."