Chapter 122: Playing Mahjong and Losing Miserably
Kong Mufeng filled two large baskets full of Qi Gathering and Dispersion, a large basket of Broken Pulse Pills, and a small cloth bag of about five catties of Washing Pills.
The thing that cleanses the myelin pill, the one that Shen Tuyan ate before will cost tens of thousands of gold coins, and although this myelin-washing pill is of low grade, it will cost four or five thousand gold coins, and twenty thousand yuan a pound is not very cheap?
"Senior, I've picked it out. ”
Kong Mufeng picked out several baskets, divided the money in the ring and handed it to the old man, and was about to leave.
At this moment, two more old men came up.
"Poor man, why haven't you come yet, old boy, do you know that we are all waiting for you?" It was a bald and bearded old man who came up, and he looked like he was in good spirits and dressed quite cleanly, much more elaborate than this old man who was refining medicine.
"Crazy blacksmith, what are you urging. The old man who was refining medicine said impatiently.
"Yo he, the poor man is selling his pile of mud pills here again, how much money do you think you can make by selling this pile of mud pills?" At this time, a goatee old man wearing a gorgeous fairy wind bone walked in.
", what do you know about painting?
The poor man looked around and said, "Why are you two barbarians?"
The mad blacksmith scolded, "The brute son of a bitch went to the Forest of Fear, and when he sensed that a dog was calling him, he went." ”
"Then what are you telling me to do?
Suddenly, the poor man saw Kong Mufeng standing on the side at a loss, so he asked, "Boy, do you know how to play mahjong?"
"Huh, mahjong?"
Kong Mufeng is in love in addition to studying in college, where can he play this kind of thing.
"Uh...... I won't. ”
The poor man nodded and said, "Okay, it's you, three are missing one, come together." ”
The poor man couldn't help but drag him over.
The three of them pushed and shoved and took Kong Mufeng out of the store and walked outside.
"Hey, where are you going, Confucius?" Xiaohong chased out, not understanding what the situation was.
Didn't you say to buy pills, how to bring out the old man?
And all of them are weird.
"What's inside, Xiaohong, you go with Xiao Er and them to find a restaurant to drink some, by the way, don't let him drink too much when you look at the fire. Before Kong Mufeng finished speaking, he was taken away by these old men.
The three of them pushed and shoved and took Kong Mufeng to a room in an alley that I don't know.
Although this room is not big, it is also clean and tidy, much better than the place where medicine is sold. In the middle of the room there was a small table with four stools, and on the table was a pair of mahjong made of animal bones.
"A few seniors, this ...... I really don't. Before Kong Mufeng could explain, he was pressed on the bench by three people.
At this time, the poor man said: "What seniors are not seniors, let me introduce you, the bald head is a crazy blacksmith, and the old Taoist just calls him a money bag." As for me, just call me an alchemy master, and that's what others call me. ”
"I, you're a poor man and an alchemy master? The mad blacksmith scolded, apparently several people were already very acquainted.
At this time, the money bag smiled and said, "Just get used to it, these two old men are like this." The one who sells medicine calls him a poor man, and the one who strikes iron calls him a mad blacksmith. One is poor and the other is crazy. ”
"By the way, what do you call you, little friend?"
There was a black line on Kong Mufeng's head, and these three old men didn't even know what their names were, so they came to make up the number.
"Well, my name is Kong Mufeng. ”
"Crazy, then call you a little madman, come on, come on, rub two. "The money bag is self-cooked.
"I said I wouldn't. Kong Mufeng looked bitter.
When the money bag heard that it wouldn't be, he smiled even more: "Hehe, it won't be good, just bring the money." ”
"What?"
Kong Mufeng felt as if he had been tricked.
"Ahem, it's okay, you can learn if you don't lose, we don't play well anyway, and we don't have much money to play. ”
"Eight precepts, eight precepts, come out to help. Kong Mufeng can only ask for a system.
"Ding Dong, I feel the host's urgent request, what danger is encountered?"
"Well, there's no danger, it's just ...... Do you know how to play mahjong?"
"Ding Dong, you called this system out just to play mahjong? Click on the warning. ”
Zila......
Kong Mufeng not only didn't learn, but was also convulsed by electricity.
"Hey, are you okay, little madman?"
"It's okay, my brain cramped from the excitement of playing mahjong for the first time. ”
Kong Mufeng could only prevaricate.
"Come on, come on, thirty thousand. The money bag excitedly played a card first.
"Two cakes. ”
"East wind. ”
After the three of them played their cards, they all brushed and looked at Kong Mufeng.
Kong Mufeng touched his head in embarrassment. "I can't afford it. ”
"What, little madman, are you making trouble?" The three old men are all blinded, what is this kid doing?
"Well, do you have to play cards? Then who can escape from the game? There is no landlord, who do I play?"
Kong Mufeng can only bite the bullet and treat mahjong as a fight against the landlord.
"One against thirty thousand. ”
"Straight. ”
"Airplanes with wings,"
Kong Mufeng was almost beaten to death by the irascible old man after a round of fighting.
Next, although Kong Mufeng knew the basic rules, he was messed up by these three old fritters.
"Come, come, give money, three thousand gold coins. ”
Kong Mufeng can be said to want to cry without tears, doesn't he say that the money for playing is not big?
Kong Mufeng followed a few old men to fight for two hours, and Kong Mufeng lost several bars in a row, probably losing nearly 100,000 gold coins.
The more the old men fought, the happier they became, but Kong Mufeng became more and more collapsed, and he almost cried in the last one.
Ye Menghan lent him so much money to let him develop the sect, and let him export 100,000 yuan for a while, so if he goes on like this, the underwear that can't let people lose is gone?
"Little madman, what do you want, come on. "Those three old men have never fought so well, and the three of them take turns to earn money.
"Eh, I said three ancestors, you can spare me, what is it if you bully me and don't know how to play. Kong Mufeng was about to cry.
The poor man glanced at Kong Mufeng and said: "Garbage is garbage, we can win even if you play anything." ”
"What did you say?" Kong Mufeng's eyes lit up when he heard this, he couldn't win mahjong, couldn't he win the landlord?
"Besides, you can come casually, there is nothing in the world that the three of us can't play. ”
Kong Mufeng thought about it, and he had three people to fight the landlord, but he had an idea.
"Will it be a flying chess?"
"What chess, chess or Go?" the three old men touched the blind spot of knowledge.
"Flying chess, don't you understand, an old man is an old man, and you can't accept the old man. You still play your old ways, you don't understand the things of our young people. ”
"What the hell you look down on us, don't you?" scolded the blacksmith, his temper so violent that his cheeks were heavier than gold.
"Come on, come on, you tell me how to play, Lao Tzu will win you no matter how you play. ”