At this time, in the courtyard of the Song family.

Old man Song, Xiao Jingduo entered the study and discussed the construction of Maoer Mountain.

Song Chengzhong, Song Chengyi, Song Chengli, and Xiao Thirteen and Fourteen were in the Song family hall house, playing mahjong around the square table.

Song Qingyuan and Shiro each moved a small stool to watch on the sidelines.

Also onlookers, there are also the legendary monks who have attained the Tao, Master Puhui.

"Donor, according to what the old man sees, this card should be played."

Master Pratt & Whitney stretched out his finger and quickly clicked a little on Song Chengli's card.

"Seven loaves!"

Song Chengli came out.

"Donor, according to the old man's opinion, he must ask for a note to the donor."

"Thirty thousand!"

Song Chengli took back the five that he was going to beat out silently.

"Donor, according to the old man's eyes, this card is easy to ignite......"

"Donor, according to what the old man just saw, there are two donors on this card......"

"Donor ......"

"Donor ......"

"Donor ......"

"Bang!"

Xiao 13 knocked the five cakes on the table, looked up at Master Puhui, and said heavily, "Big!" Division! ”

"Look! Brand! No! Language! ”

"Amitabha! Please also ask Lord Xiao to calm his anger. ”

Master Puhui said unhurriedly, and withdrew the stool back.

Song Chengli was on the side, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Master, I don't play this mahjong well." ”

"Why don't you give it a try, Master......"

Song Chengli is an honest man, and his head is not as good as Song Chengzhong, Song Chengyi, Xiao Shisan, in just two quarters of an hour, Song Chengli has lost no less than twenty taels.

Without the guidance of Master Pratt & Whitney, this number would have increased.

Song Chengyi took his sleeves again and wiped his cold sweat silently, looking lacking in confidence.

looked at Song Qingyuan again, "Yuan'er, why don't you come?" ”

"Let the master come!"

Song Qingyuan shook his head with a smile, and looked at Master Puhui with a smile in his eyes.

Based on what she had just seen, how could she not understand that Master Pratt & Whitney wanted to have fun!

Sure enough, Master Pratt & Whitney stood up with a look of impatience.

"Since the two donors have warmly invited each other, the poor monk should not let it go."

"Whew!" Song Chengli breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly got up, gave up his position, and said respectfully, "Master Puhui, please!" ”

"The donor is polite!" Master Pratt & Whitney bowed slightly.

"Whoa! Crash! The shuffle sounded.

"Nijo!"

"Eight Cakes!"

"Ninety thousand!"

"The poor monk is bearded!"

"Poor monk!"

"Poor monks cut off their beards!"

Time passed round by round until an hour later.

Old Man Song finished talking with Xiao Jingduo about business and returned to the hall, the game had already dispersed.

Song Chengzhong and Song Chengyi, two brothers, stood on one side with their heads pulled, and Xiao 13 sat slumped in the chair, his face full of anger.

Only Master Puhui, with a smile on his face, slowly counted the piles of silver horns on the table.

"One or two...... Ten taels ......"

"What's going on?"

Old Man Song looked at the strange situation in front of him, and his body stiffened slightly.

Master Pratt & Whitney raised his head and raised one hand,

"The old man is turning his fate to the three donors, and the three donors are really kind-hearted, willing to give, and donate a lot of ...... to the old man."

Song Qingyuan "......"

Shiro "......"

The siblings glanced at each other, and both saw the corners of each other's twitching mouths.

This master can really make up!

Song Qingyuan helped his forehead again, and the old monk walked farther and farther on the road of collapse.

This is a master of eating, drinking, gambling, everything, but I don't know him, P or not?

Song Qingyuan's smart eyes were spinning around, and the thoughts in his mind were spinning rapidly.

"Master!"

Shiro narrowed his eyes and leaned towards Master Puhui with a look of admiration, "Master, how much fate have you turned into?" ”

Fate!

That's a good word!

Master Puhui's eyes flashed with approval.

"The three donors donated a total of one hundred and eighty taels of silver and two hundred and fifty-six copper plates to the old man."

"Among them, this Song Shizhu ......"

Master Pratt & Whitney looked at Song Chengzhong, "Donate thirty-six halves ......"

"This donor ......"

Master Puhui looked at Song Chengyi again, "That is, the father of the little benefactor, donated 1720800 Wen to the old man." ”

"The rest are all contributed to this Xiao Shi Master, Xiao Shi Shi is very good, and the old man is grateful!"

"Ah! Full! Declivity! Buddha! ”

I'm X!

Xiao Shisan resisted the urge to scold and looked at Master Puhui in anger.

It's cheap and good-natured, it's this old monk who is talking about!

"Huh! Done good! "Xiao Thirteen, don't overdo it.

Song Chengzhong and Song Chengyi were the same, and at the same time turned their heads away, not looking at Master Puhui.

Master Puhui looked at Xiao Jingduo with a smile on his face, "Master Xiao, are you willing to let the old man turn into a fate?" ”

As soon as these words came out, Old Man Song collapsed first and looked over in disbelief.

Before, Song Qingyuan sent meat and wine to Master Puhui, and Old Man Song had already heard of it.

Now Master Puhui is blatantly playing mahjong in the Song family hall, commonly known as Huayuan, and he is not afraid of being seen.

None of the above acts were committed by the monks.

If it weren't for Marquis Xiao's personal escort, Old Man Song would almost be suspicious.

This is a fake monk!

It was Xiao Jingduo, and when Old Man Song retreated, he stretched out his hand to help him.

Then he was unhurried and relaxed, and glanced at the mahjong on the table.

He took out a silver ticket of one hundred taels from his bosom and handed it to Master Pratt & Whitney and said, "Tim!" Fragrant! Oil! ”

"Haha! Ha ha! ”

Master Puhui laughed out loud and raised his voice, "Marquis Xiao is really bold!" ”

"Poor monk, thank you Marquis Xiao for the sesame oil money."

After Master Puhui finished speaking, he turned his head sideways and looked at Song Qingyuan with a smile, "Song Nongnu, are you willing to let the old man turn into a fate?" ”

Song Qingyuan who is "eating melons" "......"

People sit next to them, and "woe" comes from heaven!

Song Qingyuan took the purse around his waist and poured it on the table.

"Whoa!"

The silver horn and the copper plate fell to the table in one go, "That's all!" ”

Song Qingyuan smiled lightly, "Like Lord Xiao, it can be regarded as the garden has added sesame oil money." ”

Listening to the sound of the silver horn, Master Puhui's eyes lit up more and more.

Staring at the silver on the table, he counted it, and it was fifty-two taels and three hundred wen in total.

"Song Nongnu is really the same as Marquis Xiao, bold and generous."

"If you are willing to do good deeds with the money you have made today, you will be on behalf of all the people who have been benefited, and thank you for your generosity."

On the second day after these words, Master Puhui borrowed people from the Song family and a few ox carts to pull goods.

Then, accompanied by Song Qingyuan and Xiao Shisan, he went to the Song family's grain store.

I bought 10,000 catties of cornmeal and 10,000 catties of sorghum, and in the pawn shop, I collected a batch of shabby cotton coats and bedding.

It wasn't until all the wagons were filled that the shopping trip of Master Pratt & Whitney came to an end.

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Chapter 1083: Turning Fate