The gambling room is warm and people come out covered in hot sweat.
Zheng Bang held the fig leaf tightly at his waist with one hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead with the other hand. He felt very strange in his heart, with both the haggardness of dying and a strange excitement. His face was burning, with floating
Two balls of red.
Listening to the shouts of the people around him, he realized that these three people were lucky and won several games in a row.
He recalled that it was the same when he first came here. He was lucky at first, then lost more and won less, and then he lost like a cliff all the way.
But he had a premonition in his heart, and he didn't know where this premonition came from. In short, when he looked at these three people, he felt that these three people were not ordinary gamblers, especially the tall man with a straight face.
This young man with no smile on his face seemed to be able to see through the evil intentions of the dice officer. The dice officer placed the dice cup and everyone placed bets. Then his eyes looked back and forth on the pile of silver. After looking over it, he wanted to
Move your hands and feet when opening the dice cup.
However, before Di Guan's hand moved, the tall man's hand pressed over first. His eyes were like daggers, and he stabbed Di Guan in the face coldly: "Don't move."
The dice officer's hand trembled and he dropped the dice cup to the ground.
Others didn't see anything in this chaos. They only saw Official Di dropping the food guy on the ground. They all laughed and asked Official Di to pay for it. Gang Zheng felt that he saw it.
Because he lost all his wealth, he was faced with the choice of going out to freeze to death or going home to hang himself. He had never been so calm in his life.
He squeezed forward with all his strength, holding a fig leaf in one hand, and squeezed around. The dice officials, gamblers, thugs, shills, and dice all disappeared in his eyes. He just stared at these three wealthy guests.
After placing the dice Gu, he saw the tall man whisper to the tender-faced young master, very confidently, and then the young master pushed all the silver in his hand over without caring.
After ten bets, this young master never lost one.
The shouts around them gradually became quieter, and they all watched the dice officer shake the dice cup attentively. When the dice cup settled and it was time to place bets, their eyes were fixed on Song Huiyue.
Yin Xiao whispered: "The whole house is red."
Song Huiyue pushed all the money over.
There were only whispers in the field, and some people were planning to take out their money and place a bet, but they were hesitant and did not dare to move - there were many people who won more than a dozen games in a row, but the dice official suddenly turned it over.
Come here and lose your pants in the end.
Gang Zheng was so nervous that he was sweating all over. He grabbed the fig leaf tightly and squeezed out with all his strength. He walked to the money-lending thug and exchanged the only land deed in his house for one hundred taels of silver.
One hundred taels, and he got ninety taels, all of which were ten-tael silver notes. He held the banknotes tightly in one hand, gritted his teeth and got in. He stood at the table and tremblingly put all the banknotes on the table.
Next to Song Huiyue’s silver.
Song Huiyue started with ten taels of silver, and every time she won, she would push the winning silver out to place bets. Although she was the only one betting at this time, the money was piled up very high.
Zheng Gang's banknote made the crowd quiet again.
The die official also looked bad. He took off his hat, revealing his sweaty forehead and temples. He stretched out his hand to wipe his face, looked at the money, and wanted to do something with it.
But he didn't dare.
He saw the tip of a knife hanging from Yinxiao's sleeve, shining brightly and facing him unabashedly.
Reluctantly he opened the dice cup, and the crowd burst into loud shouts. Zheng was so ecstatic that he couldn't help raising his hands to cheer. As soon as he moved his hands, the fig leaf around his waist fell down, and immediately
Bare buttocks.
Except for himself, no one cared about his bare butt. Everyone's eyes were straight, eager to try, ready to place bets with Song Huiyue.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the caretaker thought that someone was coming to cause trouble, so he sneaked to the door and said to the boy guarding the door: "Go and call the uncle quickly, and tell him that something happened."
Uncle Zhao is Zhao Ziyi's eldest son. His four sons are all useful and stronger than Huang Xianjue, enough for Zhao Ziyi to be an old man at home.
At this time, Zhao Ziyi was sitting in the main room in the backyard, sitting on the imperial chair, with his legs stretched forward, leaning on the back of the chair, holding a wine glass in his hand, and slowly took a few sips.
Even after the wine in the glass was finished, he didn't put it down. He held the wine glass with one hand and patted the armrest of the chair with the other, listening casually to the scolding of his wife beside him.
Mrs. Zhao was scolding Huang Yihui.
Since Huang Yihui is married to her son, she is born as a member of the Zhao family and will die as a ghost of the Zhao family. It is simply unreasonable to return home without a divorce letter!
Zhao Ziyi listened to her scolding in various ways, and felt a little relieved. He leaned over and motioned to the maid on the side to fill it up for him.
The maid poured the wine, and he drank the wine in one gulp, baring his teeth to taste the aftertaste, and hated Huang Yihui deeply.
He received such a good beating, but this daughter-in-law not only did not help, she even dared to openly laugh at his jokes, which was simply unruly.
His daughter-in-law is hateful, but he is a man and cannot beat or scold her in a big way. He can only sit at home and drink.
Mrs. Zhao cursed so hard that her spit flew everywhere and the sound shook the roof tiles. She scolded the other three daughters-in-law so much that they stayed in their own yard and did not dare to go out. She only stopped when her mouth was dry and her tongue was dry.
She patted Zhao Ziyi's hand and said, "Don't listen. Give me three hundred taels of silver tomorrow. I'll go to the thatched hermitage to find Master Huiding and ask her to kill that little bitch."
Zhao Ziyi shook his hand and shook off the yellow-faced woman's hand: "Is this nun plated with gold or silver? Did you spend so much money?"
Mrs. Zhao snorted: "She is a real spirit. The ancestor from above sent a spirit to her! Let me tell you..."
Zhao Ziyi didn't want to hear what she had to say, so he nodded generously: "Okay, I'll support it."
After sending Mrs. Zhao away, Zhao Ziyi continued to drink, while thinking about where to sleep tonight.
Several beautiful concubines in his family were given to him by Huang Xianjue, and they all carried Huang Xianjue's soul. He was told to go to sleep now.
Just as he was lost in thought, his eldest son Zhao Ming walked in hastily.
Zhao Ming walked in a hurry, and a cold wind came with him. His face was red from the cold, and his eyebrows and eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of white frost.
"Dad! Something happened!"
Zhao Ziyi let the smell of wine and charcoal fire warm him up, softening his muscles and bones. He didn't care about the important things his eldest son said, and waved his hand: "Sit down and warm yourself up."
Zhao Ming sat down and forced himself to calm down. However, he still shuddered when he spoke: "Dad, Qingyi exports twelve thousand taels an hour!"
Zhao Ziyi swayed and almost slipped from the chair to the ground. The wine glass in his hand fell on his crotch, and the wine spilled all over his crotch.
He hurriedly threw the wine glass back on the table. He didn't have time to wipe the wine stains and sat upright, all the alcohol he had had was gone.
"What did you say?"
Zhao Ming talked about the three strangers who came today.
These three people only won but never lost, which caused all the gamblers to follow suit and bet bigger and bigger. He wanted to secretly give these three people a sum of money and invite them out politely, but they didn't even look at it. In the end,
He could only signal to the people below to set a fire and close the restaurant.