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Luo Xiong stretched lazily and slowly opened his eyes.

The old mottled walls were still old and mottled, and a sense of peace and contentment rose in Luo Xiong's heart. It's the walls of the house!

The bed under the body is hard and firm, and the bedding on the bed is not very clean.

However, Luo Xiong, who was lying on the bed, felt very comfortable and natural.

The musty smell in the room was also very pleasant when it fell on Luo Xiong's nostrils.

The humble room is full of a familiar smell.

It's the taste of home!

It's home!

It's my own home.

Luo Xiong's state of mind is strangely peaceful.

What about Lao Yang?

Luo Xiong stiffened his body and sat up from the bed.

Luo Xiong looked at Yang Lao's bed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even brighter.

Lao Yang is awake!

Lao Yang sat on the bed, propped up his body, and Yang Lao's eyes looked out the window.

It's just wonderful.

Lao Yang is awake!

"Lao Yang, what do you want to eat?"

"Ravioli. Horse widow's ravioli!"

"Okay, I'll get it for you!"

The chaos of the horse widow's house is the most delicious chaos in the nearby streets, with thin skin and many fillings, and refreshing soup. This was Lao Yang's favorite breakfast before he fell into a coma.

Seeing Lao Yang gobble up a bowl of wontons, Luo Xiong hurriedly handed over his own bowl.

"Purr, purr. The second bowl of chaos, after eating it, Lao Yang raised his eyebrows: "Little rabbit cub, hurry up and get me another bowl of chaos, two bowls of wontons, do you want to starve your Uncle Yang to death!"

"Okay, I'll go. ”

"Go and come back quickly! It's so eyeless, and you don't know how much your uncle eats!" Lao Yang raised his eyebrows, and his mouth was insulting.

Luo Xiongfen didn't think much of Lao Yang's abuse.

For two years, Luo Xiong was accustomed to Lao Yang's signature abuse.

If Lao Yang didn't scold like this, Luo Xiong would still feel wrong!

This is the old Yang I know!

Lao Yang, he is really sick!

Luo Xiong hurried away and hurried back.

In Luo Xiong's hands, he held three bowls of piping hot wontons.

"Been going for so long!"

"Do you want to starve to death?"

"I've been waiting for a long time at Widow Ma's house, and this is a wonton that has just come out of the pot. ”

"Ahh

"These fifteen copper coins, how many books can I turn back when I bet in the casino!" Lao Yang looked at Luo Xiong viciously: with a look of hatred that iron is not made of steel.

Miserly, stingy, philistine, vulgar, irritable. All the words that describe people in the market can be found from Lao Yang's body. Because Lao Yang has been in the market all his life.

Lao Yang is a person in the market!

"Three bowls of wontons, Lao Yang, you have to leave some for me! I haven't eaten for three days and three nights!" Luo Xiong pretended to be pitiful and looked at Lao Yang: If it was before, if he spent twenty-five copper coins to buy five bowls of big wontons, Luo Xiong would also have a lot of pain.

As an outer disciple of the Bamboo Forest Gang, Luo Xiong's monthly salary was only one tael of silver, that is, a thousand coppers! A thousand coppers were like a thousand yuan!

Even if he is careful in budgeting, in Lingshui City, a city where the price is not too high, the salary of these two pieces of silver is often overstretched by Luo Xiong.

Luo Xiong's salary of one or two silver a month is the source of income for Luo Xiong and Lao Yang. ...,

Although Lao Yang also does some odd jobs and takes on some short-term jobs from time to time, the money earned by Lao Yang is never used for firewood, rice, oil and salt.

On the contrary, because Lao Yang is addicted to alcohol and gambling, Lao Yang has to take out a sum of money from Luo Xiong's already shriveled pocket every month.

Therefore, a month's silver taels cannot make ends meet! The life of two people has always been tight.

Lao Yang doesn't care, he should eat, drink, and try his luck in the casino when he has money. If you lose money, come back and drink some stuffy wine, and if you win, go to find a dusty woman.

Luo Xiong, on the other hand, eats bran and eats frugally, thinking about how to make more money.

Luo Xiong never asked about Lao Yang's life. Luo Xiong clearly remembered that two thousand years ago, if it weren't for Yang Lao, who carried himself back in the ice and snow, and fed the rice porridge into his mouth one by one, he would have died a long time ago!

This is his own savior!

No matter how greedy Lao Yang is, no matter how stingy Lao Yang is, no matter how Lao Yang exploits himself, these are all as they should be!

I owe Lao Yang a life!

This time, Lao Yang was seriously injured, and nine times out of ten it was also because of the casino. Lao Yang owes a debt outside, definitely a lot of debt, otherwise those people in the casino would not have been so ruthless!

After all, Lao Yang has no enemies outside.

Luo Xiong Cave Ruoguan Fire: I see it very clearly.

"Hehe, I haven't eaten for three days and three nights? Are you looking for me to be happy? Do you think I'm old and dizzy, and I can't see the red light on your face! Hmph, isn't it just three bowls of wontons, I still don't believe that I can't eliminate these three bowls of wontons!" Old Yang showed his arms, rolled up his sleeves, and looked like he was doing a big job.

In the blink of an eye, the two large bowls of wontons were wiped out by Lao Yang's wind. Lao Yang burped and licked his lips: "The remaining bowl of wontons can't be returned, you can eat it." ”

"Huh. Hearing Lao Yang's words, Luo Xiong smiled and took the last bowl of wontons.

At this moment, several big men broke into the door.

The man at the head was burly, with a fleshy face and open arms, revealing the black heart hair on his chest.

This person, Luo Xiong knows: Li Lie, the head of the courtyard of the Golden Hook Gambling House.

Those who come are not good, and those who are good do not come.

Li Lie, the head of the courtyard of the Golden Hook Gambling House, was aggressive and broke in, and things were definitely not so simple.

Luo Xiong turned his head, and the old Yang Suosuo, who had just finished eating the wontons, trembled and panicked.

"Old goat, you can hide from the first year of junior high school, but you can't hide from fifteen!"

Fifty taels of silver? Fifty taels of silver is not a small amount! Why does Lao Yang owe so much? Luo looked at Lao Yang in bewilderment, waiting for Lao Yang's reply.

"Well, this ......" Lao Yang was hesitant for a long time, and he didn't say a complete sentence.

It seems that what Li Lie said is true?

Fifty taels of silver!