Opening a Tavern in the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 332 Everyone Comes to Vote

Yu Yu's eyes sparkled as she looked at Qu Tiantian enthusiastically and said, "We were just playing pitching pots. It was so much fun! Look, that's where we play." As she spoke, she stretched out her little hand and pointed to the open space in the backyard where the pitching pot equipment was placed.

"Tou Hu?" Qu Tiantian raised his eyebrows slightly, a hint of interest on his face. "I'm considered an expert at Tou Hu. I play it quite often at home."

Cheng Chumo snorted disdainfully when he heard this: "Oh, you're quite arrogant. Let's have a fight, then? Don't let yourself get completely defeated."

Qu Tiantian stood up, patted his robe, raised the corners of his mouth, and revealed a confident smile: "Let's compete, am I afraid of you?"

Everyone came to the open space in the backyard again. Ah Fu rearranged the arrows for the game of tossing pots, and everyone consciously formed a circle.

Qu Tiantian walked to the tossing line and picked up an arrow. He leaned slightly sideways, staring intently at the mouth of the pot with his eyes as sharp as torches.

He just shook his wrist lightly, and the arrow flew out like an arrow from a bow. With a "whoosh", it fell steadily into the pot.

"Good archery!" The servants brought by Qu Tiantian immediately cheered loudly.

Qu Tiantian showed a smug look on his face. He turned to look at Cheng Chumo and said provocatively, "It's your turn."

Cheng Chumo was not willing to be outdone, so he strode forward and picked up the arrow.

He took a deep breath, exerted force with his arms, and shot the arrow out quickly.

Unfortunately, this time the arrow just grazed the mouth of the pot and missed.

Cheng Chumo frowned and scratched his head in annoyance.

Yuyu was watching anxiously from the side and couldn't help but shouting, "Brother Cheng, come on!"

Next it was Yu Yu's turn. She picked up the arrow and aimed carefully, imitating the previous move.

This time, the arrow she threw drew a beautiful arc in the air and fell steadily into the pot.

"I made it!" Yu Yu jumped up excitedly.

Li Hao, Qin Huaidao, and Xiaoyu took the stage one after another. Li Hao's movements were crisp and sharp, his arrows precise; Qin Huaidao was gentle and elegant, each shot imbued with a unique flair; and Xiaoyu, though slightly less powerful, managed several successful shots thanks to clever angles.

During the game of throwing pots, Qu Tiantian and Cheng Chumo competed secretly with each other. Their throwing skills were comparable, which drew cheers from the crowd.

With each round of competition, the atmosphere, which was originally a little tense due to Qu Tiantian's arrival, gradually became warm and cheerful.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten their previous unpleasantness and threw themselves wholeheartedly into this fun game of pitching pots. The backyard was filled with laughter and joy, and the winter chill was dispelled without a trace by the lively atmosphere.

As the game of pitching pots progressed, the wonderful performances of Cheng Chumo and Qu Tiantian constantly drew exclamations and cheers from the crowd.

The lively sound gradually drifted into the tavern lobby like an invisible attraction.

The diners who were originally concentrating on enjoying the cured meat delicacies caught the laughter and cheers one after another, and their curiosity was instantly piqued.

A large man, gnawing on a cured chicken leg, was stunned for a moment before putting down his food, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, and standing up to gaze toward the backyard. "What's going on over there? It's so lively?" he muttered to himself.

A scholar-like man at the next table also put down his chopsticks, adjusted his glasses, and said, "From the sound, it seems like they are playing the game of throwing pots."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding diners immediately became interested. After a while, several diners could not contain themselves and stood up and walked towards the backyard.

Their action seemed to be a signal, and more and more diners put down their bowls and chopsticks and followed the crowd to the backyard.

Soon, the area around the pot-shooting game in the backyard was crowded with people.

The diners stood in three layers inside and three layers outside, making the entire venue packed.

Their faces were filled with excitement and curiosity, and their eyes were fixed on the person who was throwing the pot.

Every time someone threw a good arrow and it successfully landed in the pot, the crowd would burst into warm applause and cheers.

"it is good!"

"This archery is amazing!"

Various praises came one after another.

And when someone misses the target, there will be a sigh of regret from the crowd.

In this lively atmosphere, the backyard of Zuixianlou seemed to have turned into a joyful stage.

Cheng Chumo and Qu Tiantian felt the enthusiasm of the diners around them, and they became more enthusiastic about playing the game of tossing pots.

They continued to demonstrate their superb skills, going back and forth, neither giving in.

Yu Yu, Li Hao, Qin Huaidao and Xiao Yu were also infected by this sudden lively scene.

While cheering for the players playing the pot-throwing game, they also shared the fun of the game with the diners around them.

The whole backyard was filled with laughter and was very lively.

Those diners originally came here just to taste the delicious food of Zuixianlou, but they didn't expect to encounter such an interesting game of throwing pots here.

They all said that the trip was worth it, as they not only got to eat delicious cured meat, but also enjoyed a wonderful pot-throwing performance.

As time went by, the sky gradually darkened.

But the backyard of Zuixianlou is still brightly lit and bustling.

The diners were immersed in this joyful atmosphere and were reluctant to leave for a long time.

Yuyu's face flushed with excitement, her eyes sparkling with a lively glint. She quickly ran to Xiaoyu, took her arm, and said impatiently, "Mom, look, I didn't expect this game of pitching pots to be so popular. So many people like to play it. I think we can open a special place in the tavern for this game so that all the guests who come to drink and eat can play it."

Xiaoyu looked at her daughter with a smile, her eyes full of doting. She gently touched Yuyu's head and said, "Yuyu, your idea is very interesting, but we need to think about it carefully."

At this time, Cheng Chumo also came over and said loudly, "Xiaoyu, Yuyu, this is a good idea! I, Cheng, like to play pitching pots. It would be great if we could play it anytime in the tavern. It will definitely attract more customers to our Zuixianlou in the future."

Qin Huaidao nodded in agreement. "Brother Cheng is absolutely right. Pitching pots is a game that appeals to both the elite and the masses. Setting up a pitching pot area in the tavern will not only add to the fun, but also increase its popularity."

The diners around heard their conversation and started talking about it.

A scholar in a long robe said, "If there is a game of pitching pots in this tavern, I will definitely come here often and play it with my friends."

A generous man nearby also agreed: "That's right, eating, drinking and playing pot-throwing, this is what we call a good time!"

Seeing everyone support her idea so much, Yuyu became even more excited: "Mom, you see everyone likes it. We can prepare some prizes. Whoever does the best at throwing pots can get a special snack or drink from Zuixianlou."