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"Great."

"Great."

"Small."

"Small."

"Small."

"Small."

"Small."

With a shout, the paper in front of Wei Er was unceremoniously taken away by the local tyrant.

This time, the local tyrant's fingertips were myrrh powder, and he didn't shake it to Wei Er's nose, Wei Er's eyes protruded, his whole face was flushed, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped and jumped, he was really afraid that if he used some more medicine, Wei Er would explode his head.

The gambler is bent on winning the local tyrant. One or two outsiders died violently, and they were able to stay out of the matter. But if Qing Haibo's second grandson is knocked out of the stick... Hehe, they're not that capable.

Soon, there was only one left in the red sandalwood box, and all kinds of silver box office deeds in front of the local tyrant were neatly stacked.

Wei shuddered and his mouth trembled, like an angry bull, slapping the last piece of paper on the "small".

"Again."

The local tyrant couldn't bear it, so he stood up and looked at the piece of paper carefully: "Yo, it's the house in Beijing." Brother, otherwise, forget it, brother really can't bear to let you go home and kneel to your daughter-in-law. ”

Daughter-in-law? Shan'er?

Wei Er's eyes flickered, and he became even more irritable after a moment of confusion.

"Come again!"

The local tyrant sighed, as if he was tired, and moved the various papers in front of him one by one. In the end, it was divided into two piles, one of which was put into his arms, and the other was placed on the "big". After thinking about it, he put the seven silver ingots he had won earlier on.

"Brother, brother is sincere enough. It's all won from you, you win back, nothing happened to us, what should we do. If you lose again, then you have to accept your fate, but you can't pester your brother anymore. After speaking, he said bitterly: "I have delayed you for so long, and I can't complain about my brother to death." It's the last one. ”

The gambler looked sideways, sounding like a good person, but in fact, he was not stupid, he couldn't lose it.

In the end, Wei Er actually gambled with himself with his own money.

The gambler has already made a decision, of course, Wei Er loses.

"Great."

Boom——, Wei Er's body shook, and he really softened like the end of the road, sluggish, and indifferent.

The local tyrant sighed for a long time, stuffed the pile of paper into his arms, put the silver ingot into the money bag, got up slowly, and picked up the title deed between his two swarthy fingers, checked it, and seemed to scold with emotion: "Lao Tzu is comfortable to win." ”

looked at Wei Er again, and seemed to be unbearable: "Brother, I'm sorry, otherwise, you go back to sleep for a while, and my brother will wait for you to turn the tables." ”

But it's true and kind.

The side was already full of people watching the excitement, and some people were red-eyed and jealous: "So much money, you are willing to let go." ”

The local tyrant snorted and patted his chest: "Money is a hair, everyone is really happy when they have fun." ”

The gambler's eyelids jumped, people are stupid and have a lot of money. Wei Er, there is no longer the value of squeezing, and he can't let him do anything bad, so he immediately called two guys.

"Second Master Wei is tired, send him back quickly."

It's time to slaughter a sheep, so don't let him delay.

Wei Er, who had lost his soul, was just put out like that, and he didn't snort, which showed that the blow was big.

The local tyrant touched his head, looked at the curtain and lifted it one by one, completely separated Wei Er, and with an oops, he stretched out his arm to take the red sandalwood box.

"It's down, I'll send it to him."

Saying that he was leaving, the gambler hurriedly grabbed him.

"Hey, master, we're not done yet."

The local tyrant lost his face: "Of course it's not over, you're just done, your whole family is finished." The master is in good luck, what a fool. ”

The gambler hurriedly apologized: "Yes, yes, yes, it's the little one who can't speak." Yes, there are rules in the industry, no matter who wins the silver, the workshop must draw a little. You see—"

"Right? That's it. The local tyrant laughed: "Give, give, Lord is happy." ”

After speaking, he took out a handful and stuffed it directly into the gambler's arms: "Lord is happy." ”

The gambler was also happy: "Shall we send someone to send you back?" ”

"What a return?" The local tyrant patted his chest and hugged the gambler's shoulder: "Go with my brother to have a good time, you talk to the master in front of the girl Ninglu, and everyone says that men in Beijing will coax the little lady, go, and accompany the master to drink flower wine." ”

"Huh?" The gambler was stunned.

The local tyrant was unhappy: "What, I gambled with you all night, why can't you accompany Lao Tzu to the building?" ”

"Hehe, this," the gambler looked back and said with a smile: "What's not going to work, let's go." ”

"Walking." The local tyrant held the gambler in one hand and the red sandalwood box in the other, and the two big and three rough guys in front of him opened the way.

"Go, go, go, you two follow."

The guys looked at each other and smiled, Fat sheep, if you don't open your mouth, our brother will follow you.

Three big men, surrounded by mink fat sheep, seem to be nine out of ten.

The group walked into the dark alley connecting Gambling Street and Fireworks Alley, and the sound of conversation and laughter gradually faded into silence.

In the dark night, dark shadows passed.

Wei Jingtian waited until it was almost dawn in Yidaotang, and Qian Chuanzi came back with a large package.

"Boss, it's done, give it."

Carved wooden boxes of rosewood and seven silver ingots.

Wei Jingtian only picked up the box: "Take the silver to drink the bar." ”

Qian Chuanzi smiled: "No, I have something else." ”

Shaking a small bag in his hand: "You can't miss it when you pass by, but you don't pick up your clothes." ”

Wei Jingtian smiled, opened the box, flipped through it carefully, and took two breaths of cold air: "Wei Er is dead." ”

Qian Chuanzi nodded with affection: "That brother looks good, he just loves to drill the horns." He shook his shoulders, expressing deep sympathy for what Wei Er might encounter next, and said, "Boss, this is all his daughter-in-law's dowry?" Tsk, tens of thousands of taels, this dowry is really thick, enough for how many years we can eat in the village. ”

Cangya Mountain lived a frugal life, tens of thousands of taels are really a lot.

Wei Jingtian secretly admires Huang Shangshan, who has a good business, no wonder he is willing to let men go to disaster, people can afford it.

I hope that when Wei Er goes back, Huang Shangshan can hold it.

Can Huang Shangshan hold it?

Hehe.

Wei Er was thrown in front of the gate of Bofu, and the people in the gambling house shook off their hands and left, and those who were destined to be down, how could they deserve to be flattered again.

On a February day, the cold air penetrated through the cracks in the stone slabs, and wisps wrapped around Wei Er's body one by one, and the more they were entangled, the colder they became. The sky was about to dawn, as if the burning brain and the heart that was beating too fast had finally cooled down in the cold body.

Coming back to his senses, Wei Er longed to die - he lost all his family.

What to do?

Go home? Or go back to the camp?

If Shan'er finds out that she has moved her things...

Wei Er's heart was full of despair.

When Wei Er was hesitating to enter, Huang Shangshan had already gotten up early to greet his mother-in-law under the service of the maid.

There was no temperature on the bed on his side, and the husband didn't return all night. This is something that has never happened before, and Huang Shangshan is a little ominous in his heart.

Suddenly, a little maid from the outer courtyard came and reported: "The second master is standing at the gate of the house, as if he is in a daze, and he doesn't come in or speak, and his face is not good." ”

Huang Shangshan was stunned and stood at the door of the house? Bad complexion? Didn't come in?

Out of... What's up?

"Grandma, do you want to go and see?"

Huang Shangshan was a little flustered, nodded, and was about to take a step, his eyes swept over the dresser and did not move.

Why does that layer of drawers, which are always locked on weekdays, seem to come out a little bit?

Huang Shangshan's heart jumped, he took two steps forward, threw himself on the dressing table, and pulled it.

The drawer was pulled out, the delicate little key was thrown inside, and nothing else.

Huang Shangshan was stunned, only she had the key to this drawer, except for her, only one person knew where the key was hidden.

Wei Er! (To be continued.) )