As he gradually got farther and farther away from Lu County, Yan's thoughts of not caring became heavier with the distance, and he changed his mind to be able to smoothly enter Gao County.

He changed into a thick robe of farmhouses, put on a big bamboo hat, a straw raincoat, pillowed with his arms, biting the reed stalk on his mouth, lying in the straw pile on the donkey cart, crossing his legs, looking like a prodigal son, humming a little song and waiting to enter the city.

Driven a donkey cart with worry in front of him, Mo Shao kept looking back on the way to confirm that the decadent man on the straw was really his girl?

I never knew that the gentle and elegant master since childhood could look so down and out. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but wipe my face with anxiety. What happened after a long journey?

How did you change your personality so much?

"Look at this prodigal son! My father took him into the city to the gambling house. Is there any reason for this?"

"Tu! A guy who has no future for the rest of his life."

After verifying the pass, Mo Shao didn't care about the city gate sneering, and drove the donkey cart into the city without any rush, and continued to look back and thank him on the way.

I opened the bamboo hat and saw the crowds of people in the streets and markets, and the hawking sounds were rising and falling, which was completely different from Lu County. I heard Mo Shao complaining and complaining.

"I'm not angry at all when I've been ridiculed after a lot of effort?"

He patted Mo Shao's angry back with a bamboo hat. Yan Shi raised an indifferent smile and comforted him, "What are you angry about? You don't need to be saved by your senior brother. It's so good if someone voluntarily helps me eliminate my karma. How many people can't ask for it? And it's not my face that scolds me, why are you angry?"

Mo Shao was silent for a moment:...

What a good thing?

"I've grown up so old, I haven't entered the gambling house yet! Can Uncle Mo understand gambling skills?"

"Nine out of ten gambling will lose, eight out of seven out of seven out of seven out of six, six out of five out of five, if you really bet, don't even think about going home." Mo Shao trembled involuntarily. After being older, he naturally saw some tragic past. If he really wants to step into the gambling house, he always has some knots in his heart.

Looking at the trembling back, Yan Shi turned his head and frowned in confusion, and asked in surprise: "Uncle Mo is the answer to losing?"

If you can tell a bunch of gambling scriptures at will, isn’t it because the sea of ​​suffering is endless?

"You can't say this nonsense." Mo Shao smirked when asked, and parked the mule cart in front of Zhengkai Gambling House. He frowned and swallowed his saliva hard, and asked uncertainly, "I really want to enter?"

There is a clear statement about the rules of the mountain gate that you should not be addicted to gambling, and you will not be expelled from the mountain gate because of this, right?

"When you enter, of course, you have been given the name of a prodigal son. How can you carry it in vain? It's good to have a few bets by the way." Yan Shi bit the reed pole, circled his rag purse, and walked into the gambling house swagger regardless of the disgusting eyes of the servant in front of the door.

In the two-story lobby, Ye Zipai and Tianjiu were used to shake dices and several gambling tables. The shouts kept urging the bets, which were too complicated and could not understand, so I walked towards the simplest dice table.

Listening to the complaints of several gamblers.

"Evil! After a long time of routine, one big and one small, you will lose whatever you want. How do you live?"

"I told you to follow the trend and insist on going against you, and it's still a big deal?"

"If you don't have any money, just make room for others!"

After several pushes and shoves, someone really made a piece of land for her. After picking up the broken silver in her hand, she listened silently for a few games, and then the gambler greeted her.

"I've come up for so long, don't bet? I'll just look at it and go to the back." The servant waved impatiently.

Yan Shan pursed his lips, and heard the sound of dice in the dice cup colliding and falling from the plate. He seemed to have no idea and pressed his wallet on the big characters. It was so fast that Mo Shaolai didn't hurry to stop it, and he caused a few more sneers.
Chapter completed!