Since seeing through the grievances of the rivers and lakes, Murong Jiu is no longer obsessed with those rights and wrongs, but is more curious about the customs and customs along the way.

Now is the time of spring ploughing in March, and there are many busy people in the fields, and Murong Jiu sometimes stops to watch them plough the land and open the canals.

The two of them played all the way, and all they saw were ordinary croppers, who seemed to have stayed away from the rivers and lakes.

But the rivers and lakes are so wonderful.

Some people spend their lives looking for rivers and lakes and asking about rivers and lakes, but they don't know where the rivers and lakes are, and some people avoid rivers and lakes and hide from rivers and lakes but can't escape from the rivers and lakes for a lifetime.

Lu Qing and Murong Jiu walked for a long time, and only in the evening did they come to a town store and find an inn to rest.

After the two of them booked the guest room, they went downstairs and ordered a few side dishes, but when they were about to move the chopsticks, there was a commotion next to them:

"Ge Laozi, you two turtle sons, Lao Tzu is going to gamble now, and if you don't gamble, you will stay alive!"

The Ge Laozi and the turtle son in these words are clearly the local dialect of Sichuan, and there is no doubt that they should be from Sichuan, but they don't know why they came to this Jiangxi territory.

Murong Jiu is also from Sichuan, and when he heard this Sichuan dialect, he was still a little kind, so he subconsciously looked over.

I saw a big man with mud legs in ragged clothes and straw sandals staring at the two porters in thick linen shirts in front of him with a pair of bull's eyes.

"Big... Big... Hero, I... I really wouldn't bet on it. An honest porter shuddered.

The other was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything.

They were poor people who worked hard, and they had never seen much of the world, but because they knew the innkeeper well, sometimes the guests ate leftover meals, and the boss would give them a little alms.

Today they moved the goods for a day to see if they could come over to ask for some oil and water, who would have thought that they would meet this evil gambler, and without saying a word, they pulled them to gamble.

They are just porters who work hard to make a living, and they only earn some food money by working hard every day, where do they have spare money to gamble, and they don't know anything about the doorways in the casino, so they naturally dare not agree.

"Lao Tzu doesn't care, since you meet Lao Tzu, you have to gamble!"

The mud-legged man seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and he had to pull these two people to gamble on a game.

"The turtle son said that he couldn't bet on Lao Tzu but didn't believe it, there is no one in the world who can't gamble." The man said to himself: "Let's not bet on the dice and spleen, the horse hanging, and the flower stalls, but the number of people in this shop!" ”

"Lao Tzu bets on odd numbers, what about you?!" He asked angrily as he pulled a porter over.

In fact, where do you need to ask, the singular number has been pressed by him, and others can only bet on the double number if they want to bet.

The porter knew that the left and right were dead, so he could only bite the bullet and say a double number.

"Good! Now that the bet has been placed, the game is done! The mud-legged man said excitedly: "No one wants to deny it, and no one wants to regret it!" ”

"If you win the bet, Lao Tzu will promise you one thing, you can let Lao Tzu do anything. If you lose, Lao Tzu will take something from you. ”

"What... What's that? The porter asked, trembling.

"Eyes, nose, hands and feet, whatever." The clay-legged man said casually: "Since it is a bet, the bet must be equal." ”

The porter's face turned pale with fright when he heard this, but even if he was afraid, he had no ability to refuse, let alone the ability to escape.

Afterwards, the mud-legged man grabbed Xiao Er who ran the hall and said sharply: "Turtle son, go and call everyone in the store to Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will count it himself!" ”

Xiao Er saw that he was so fierce and vicious, he was already scared away, and he didn't dare not do anything he said.

Soon, everyone in the inn was gathered on the first floor, even the cooks in the back kitchen and the handymen who poured swill.

Murong Jiu had never seen such a gamble, and watched with amusement as the mud-legged man counted the number of people one by one.

"Who do you think will win this bet?" Murong Jiu asked Lu Qing.

"There are twenty-four people in total, even numbers." Lu Qing replied.

Before he entered this inn, he had already used his spiritual power to investigate, and there were originally twenty-two people in the inn, plus him and Murong Jiu, a total of thirty-four people.

"So that fierce man is going to lose?" Murong Jiu said again: "This person is addicted to gambling, and I don't know if he will admit it if he loses." ”

Lu Qing didn't say anything, just silently watched the mud-legged man count carefully.

"Twenty ...... Twenty-one ......" The mud-legged man finished ordering the pile in front of him, and then glanced at Lu Qing and Murong Jiu who were sitting not far away, and smiled excitedly: "Haha, the turtle son lost!" Lao Tzu won! Twenty-three people in total! ”

After speaking, he took off the wine gourd on his waist and took a big sip, stared at the porter and said viciously: "Since you lost, then you want to leave something for Lao Tzu!" ”

The porter had long been frightened into a trance, and where could he speak.

Just then, a chuckle came from the silent inn.

The fierce man turned his head suddenly, looked at Murong Jiu who covered his mouth and chuckled like a demon crawling out of hell, and shouted angrily: "What are the female dolls laughing at? Isn't what Lao Tzu said wrong?! ”

Murong Jiu was not afraid of him, but teased: "I laugh at a certain evil gambler who doesn't know how to count, and can't even count, it's really stupider than a three-year-old child." ”

"Why can't I count?" The fierce man asked sharply.

"There are clearly twenty-four people here, why did you only count twenty-three?" Murong Jiu asked rhetorically.

"Fart! Lao Tzu just counted them one by one, and it was clear that there were three people! The fierce man roared.

"Humph!" Murong Jiu snorted coldly and said, "You just counted everyone here, but only one was missing. ”

"Who is missing?" The fierce man asked.

"Leak yourself!" Murong Jiu replied, "Aren't you a human being?" ”

The fierce man was stunned for a moment, then his face changed, he slapped himself in the face, and said angrily: "Ge Laozi, Lao Tzu actually forgot about himself!" What a hama skin! ”

Ha Ma Pi is also a Sichuan dialect, which means fool, fool.

"Turtle son, you won."

"Say, what do you want Lao Tzu to do?"

Fierce men are evil, but they are also willing to gamble and lose.

"Please... Please put it... Leave us ...... alone."

The porter pointed to himself and his companion.

The fierce man waved his hand and said, "Lao Tzu will admit it if he loses, so let's go." ”

He is willing to let these two go, firstly, he is willing to gamble and lose, and secondly, he has met more interesting gamblers.

Just after the two porters fled quickly, the fierce man flew and sat on the chair opposite Lu Qing and Murong Jiu.

"I think you two are extraordinary, why don't we gamble again?" He said excitedly.

Everyone in this inn was frightened when they saw him, but these two people were calm, indicating that they were definitely not ordinary people.

It's only exciting to bet against someone like that!