Chapter 8 Gambling Debts

"Ah, what? …… This, this doctor said that our village is too remote to come, you don't know, I really ran all over the medicine hall in the town, no one came, if I hadn't been looking for so long, I could have come back so late. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" Zhao Xiaohei was asked abruptly by Wang, with a hint of panic in his voice, and quickly regained his composure, and said the truth.

"When will the uncle pay me back if he steals my money today?" Zhao Qingzao also stared at Zhao Xiaohei weakly, she had an intuition that Zhao Xiaohei had a problem.

He didn't come back all afternoon, and he was shocked, what the hell did he do?

Zhao Xiaohei was stared at by Zhao Qingjuo's black bead-like eyes, his legs were weak for no reason, he pushed the bowl, and left, wiping his mouth while running, "I...... I was full, and I went back to sleep. ā€

…… Just ran away?

Zhao Qingzao was depressed for a while, her money!

"You two losers, you still let people eat well, don't ......" Mrs. Zhao's anger also jumped out all of a sudden, pointing at Zhao Qingzao and Wang and scolding.

Wang also pinched a few words with Mrs. Zhao, Zhao Qingzao went back to the house to sleep with a headache and weakness, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart, but she didn't have anything to think about, she was a traverser, and she felt incompatible with the life of the Zhao family.

Night falls.

The chickens and ducks returned to their cages, and there was silence, with the occasional dog barking.

Under the moonlight, the group walked menacingly past the walls of several houses, casting mottled figures. And the direction of these people is the Zhao family, with a small scolding in their mouths.

"Zhao Xiaohei, you come out for me, you owe us money from Geely Casino and still want to run, get out of here!"

"Get out, if you don't come out, we'll burn down your house."

"Even if you don't inquire about Brother Biao's reputation, you dare to want to escape debts!"

Zhao Qingzao was awakened by these noises in a daze, and came out with a piece of clothing to take a look, and the flickering torches illuminated the faces of several fierce men.

"Brother Biao, this little girl is smart, why don't you drag it out and sell it for a few dollars?" When a yellow-toothed thin man saw Zhao Qingzao, his small eyes lit up, and he bent down and said to the tall man who took the lead, while aiming at Zhao Qingzao's body, staring at her breasts.

The man named Brother Biao slapped the yellow-toothed thin man and scolded, "Go, go, if we can't get the money tonight, we all have to drink the northwest wind." ā€

The yellow-toothed thin man was slapped by Brother Biao, and he didn't dare to say any more, but his eyes were sticky to Zhao Qingzao.

Zhao Qingzao muttered in her heart, she really shouldn't have come out, these people are not a good thing at first glance, and they want to burn houses and sell people.

Just at this time, the Wang family and Zhao Dahei came out, and Zhao Qingzao dodged behind the Wang family's meat, blocking the disgusting eyes of the yellow-toothed thin man.

"What's the matter, I don't let people sleep at night, what are you doing, whose house do you want to burn? My wife has lived in Zhao's house for so long, and I haven't heard anyone say that my house is going to be burned, where did the madman come from, it's really itchy......" Mrs. Zhao was obviously woken up from her sleep, pulling an old bark-like face, scolding.

Brother Biao's round eyes glared, so frightened that Mrs. Zhao took a step back, Zhao Dahei convinced her, and she didn't soften her legs. But he didn't dare to say any more nonsense in his mouth, his mouth was flattened, his teeth were chattering, and he glanced at his son and daughter-in-law, who didn't have long eyes to provoke these plague gods.

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao didn't say much, Brother Biao's copper-bell-like eyes swept the people present, and said in a rough voice: "Zhao Xiaohei, this rabbit cub!" ā€

"My little black doesn't drink, fight, gamble, or molest other people's daughters, he's a good citizen, what are you looking for him for!" Mrs. Zhao was afraid, but when she heard that they were going to find her little son who was hurting on the tip of her heart, she had to refute it because of her weak legs.

The yellow-toothed thin man sneered disdainfully, and raised his chin slightly, "Your son owes us twenty taels of silver in the auspicious gambling house, hmph, this is still called not gambling, your old woman's eyes are covered with!" Your broken house is not worth twenty taels of silver when it is sold, and tell me quickly, do you have anything of value in your family that can pay off your debts? Otherwise, your son's life will be in danger. ā€