Nie Wuzheng's hand was injured, and the three of them decided to stay in Wei County for a while so that he could heal from his injuries. In addition to recovering their own property, they also swept away the belongings that the robbers had looted.

Jia Qianqian is a person who can't be idle, this is settled, and he has money in his hands, and the first place that comes to mind is the casino.

Yun Xian accompanied Nie Wuzheng to the medical hall to prescribe medicine, and Jia Qianqian slipped out on the street alone to look for a casino. In any town with a little scale, I am afraid that the Qinglou gambling house is indispensable, and after a casual stroll on the street, I saw a casino.

Jia Qianqian, who was still dressed as a beautiful son, swaggered in. This is not Anyang City, naturally no one recognizes her, but the people who patrol the casino are sophisticated and shrewd, and when they look at his clothes and demeanor, they know that he is a gentleman who loves to gamble, and immediately nodded and led her into a large private room inside.

There was only one gambling table in this room, two middle-aged gamblers who looked like big-bellied merchants, and a thin old man with a smile on his face.

"Little boy, come on, come on, please sit here!" The thin old man smiled and pointed to the empty side to let Qianqian sit down.

Jia Qianqian, who became excited when he saw the gambling, sat down there with a golden knife, took out a silver ticket of two hundred taels and slapped it on the table, "Change the chips for this son!" The thin old man waved his hand, and someone immediately brought a plate of neatly stacked ingots.

After starting to gamble, Jia Qianqian listened carefully to the sound of the thin old man shaking the dice, and only one ingots at a time. After five or six wins and losses, a confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. After shaking the dice for the seventh time, the two merchant gamblers bet big, and Jia Qianqian pushed all the ingots and bet on the small.

"This son, let's play leisurely, don't play too much." A gambler persuaded.

"If my son wants to play, he can play as much as he wants." Jia Qianqian stared at the thin old man and urged, "Let's go quickly." ”

The gilded lid was uncovered, and it was really small. Jia Qianqian clapped her hands excitedly, hugged the ingots handed over by the thin old man in front of her and laughed. The two merchant gamblers also looked at her with envy.

"Little boy, are you still gambling?" The thin old man asked with a smile.

"Bet, and of course keep gambling!" Jia Qianqian proudly picked up two ingots and knocked them.

It's also strange to say, after that, Jia Qianqian was like being possessed by the God of Wealth, betting big and big, and small and small. The two businessmen and gamblers simply followed her, and as a result, they also made a smile and praised Jia Qianqian's strength.

The thin old man gradually stopped laughing, and sweat flashed on his forehead.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's have a sip of tea and some snacks before playing." A servant came in with three cups of tea and two plates of pastries.

Jia Qianqian stuffed a piece of pastry into her mouth, and vaguely urged the thin old man, "Shake the dice!" ”

As soon as the tea was drunk and the pastries were eaten, the whole gambling luck took a sharp turn, betting on the big and opening the small, and betting on the small and the big.

Seeing this, the two businessmen simply stopped gambling. Jia Qianqian listened carefully with a puzzled face, but this game was still lost.

"Take your dice to shake for Ben Gongzi, did you change the dice just now? There's definitely something wrong with this set of dice! ”

The thin old man's face suddenly became gloomy, "Little boy, you can eat indiscriminately, and don't talk nonsense." If you can't afford to lose, don't gamble. Framing the reputation of our casino is not a trivial one. ”

"Forget it, if you don't gamble, you won't gamble, anyway, my son has won a lot today."

He pointed to the pile of ingots as high as a hill in front of him, "Hurry up and help Ben Gongzi exchange these for silver tickets." ”

The thin old man didn't say anything more, and asked her to change the silver ticket.

With the thousands of taels of silver tickets he won, Jia Qianqian hummed a little song, proudly walked through a small alley, and headed towards the inn where he lived.

Just as Jia Qianqian was thinking about whether to bring some gifts back for Nie Wuzheng and Yun Xian, several people rushed in the alley, and one of them knocked down her head with a big wooden stick.

Jia Qianqian, who didn't have time to scream and dodge, looked at the big wooden stick that rushed to his face, rolled his eyes and fainted to the ground after the severe pain.