Early the next morning.

Jiang Tu woke up from his sleep.

Turning his head to look to the side, he saw that the futon next to him had disappeared, replaced by a small boxy kang table.

"It's so early." Jiang Tu shook his head and smiled.

He sat up slowly, yawning and stretching.

Only then did he notice that there was a set of clean coats on the kang table.

Jiang Tu picked up the clothes and saw a note under the clothes, with a line of small words written on it: The rice is in the kitchen, you can heat it up and eat it yourself.

Jiang Tu was stunned, and after reminiscing.

found that this seemed to be the first time Jin Luoxue had left a note for her.

In the past, when I needed to go to work, the other party would prepare the day's meals in advance and then leave directly.

Dressed and put on the kang, Jiang Tu went out of the house.

I saw that the yard had been cleaned, and the laundry was still hanging on the drying strips.

Jin Luoxue's place of work is in Songyang Town, starting from Shahe Village, and it takes more than two hours to walk on foot.

Plus laundry, cooking, and yard cleaning.

In other words, if you want to not be late for work, you have to get up at least three hours early.

Thinking of this, Jiang Tu's mind came up with the appearance of a silly girl who got up before dawn, was busy, and didn't dare to stop for a moment.

"Sure enough, a good man has no good wife, Lai Han marries a wife......

With a sigh of emotion in his heart, Jiang Tu walked into the kitchen.

After a simple breakfast, he left the house and went to Songyang Town.

Departure at half past seven.

By the time we got to town, it was almost ten o'clock.

Jiang Tu was familiar with the road, turned into an alley, then turned around, and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

After knocking, someone came to open the door very quickly.

Seeing Jiang Tu, the young man inside the door showed a playful expression and said with a smile: "Isn't this Xiao Jiang, I haven't seen you for a few days, and today I came to send money again?" ”

He wasn't worried, saying this would annoy Jiang Tu and make him turn around and leave in a fit of anger.

Because of gamblers like Jiang Tu, he has seen too much.

This kind of people all point to being able to turn the tables on the table, not to mention a few words of ridicule, even if they rush out, they can't get rid of it.

Jiang Tu imitated the tone of the original owner, and said with a big grin: "Send a fart money, Lao Tzu is here to win money, shut your crow's mouth!" ”

The young man didn't talk back, sneered twice, and tilted his head: "Come in." ”

Jiang Tu walked into the courtyard.

Before I could enter the house, I heard a chaotic sound coming from the house.

There is the sound of rubbing mahjong tiles, there are also various sounds of scolding the street, and occasionally there is a hearty laughter.

Smoke was constantly wafting out of the half-open windows, as if there was a stove in the house, or someone cooking in it.

But if you smell it closely, you will find that it is not the smell of soot, but the smell of cigarettes.

"What are you doing in a daze? Let's go inside! The young man urged, "Aren't you here to win money?" Whose money do you win without entering the house? ”

"Don't worry, if you want to win money, you have to have capital, right?" Jiang Tu grinned and said lightly, "Help me find Brother Lei." ”

"You don't even have the capital, and you talk so horizontally, I still think you're rich!" The young man scolded a little speechlessly.

After scolding, he turned around and walked towards the hut not far away, and at the same time beckoned, signaling Jiang Tu to follow.

When he came to the front of the house, the young man stopped, leaned to the crack in the door, and whispered, "Brother Lei, someone is looking for you." ”

"Come in." A response came from inside the door.

The young man opened the door and motioned for Jiang Tu to enter.

After Jiang Tu entered the door, he did not follow up, but closed the door and stayed at the door to stand.

Inside the house.

Jiang Tu's eyes were calm, looking at the middle-aged man sitting next to the round table.

The other party is thin, with a mustache and a pair of small eyes, giving people a feeling of being shrewd and very yin.

This person is Brother Lei in his mouth, and his name is Yang Jinglei.

This chess and card room is what he runs.

And it was also here that Yang Jinglei owed a large amount of gambling debts, and had to sell the house in the town to repay the gambling debts.

Jiang Tu didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out a small red book from his pocket, patted it on the round table, and said, "Brother Lei, let's see how much it can be worth." ”

The small red book is the homestead certificate.

He obviously wanted to use the house in Shahe Village as collateral to borrow money from Yang Jinglei.

Yang Jinglei picked up the homestead certificate, opened it and looked at it.

He just glanced at it twice and threw it on the table.

"Your house is in the village, it's not worth a few dollars, you just give it to me for free, and I don't want it." Yang Jinglei's attitude seemed very lazy, and then he changed the conversation and said: "However, for the sake of us being old acquaintances, I will reluctantly accept it." ”

"For your broken house, I will give you a maximum of 500 yuan, if you can accept it, sign the contract now, if you can't accept it, then you can leave."

Jiang Tu nodded without thinking and agreed: "Five hundred is five hundred." ”

Yang Jinglei sneered, opened the box on the round table, took out a piece of paper that had been written, then took out a fountain pen, filled in the blank space, and then pushed the pen and ink to Jiang Tu.

This series of movements, he did with great skill, and apparently did this kind of thing often.

Jiang Tu took a brief look at it and found that the content on the paper was not an IOU, but a loan contract.

Needless to say, the interest rate is not much different from robbery.

Signature, fingerprint.

Jiang Tu handed the paper to Yang Jinglei.

Yang Jinglei took it and looked at it, and after confirming that it was correct, he opened the box dedicated to putting money, took out five hundred yuan from it, and put it on the table.

Jiang Tu took the money and left, without dragging the mud and water at all.

Yang Jinglei glanced at Jiang Tu's back, a touch of coldness crossed his eyes, and he sneered: "This fool has been squeezed dry, I have to ask Qiangzi when I go back to see if he still recognizes such a second fool." ”

The Zhiqiang in his mouth, named Yang Zhiqiang, is his own nephew.

At the same time, Yang Zhiqiang is also a high school classmate of Jiang Tu.

Jiang Tu came here to gamble, and Yang Zhiqiang introduced him.

Of course, Jiang Tu didn't know that Yang Jinglei and Yang Zhiqiang had an uncle-nephew relationship.

……

Jiang Tu carried five hundred yuan and entered the chess and card room.

The chaotic sound was suddenly amplified, causing it to fall into discomfort for a moment.

The interior of the house is filled with smoke, which obscures the upper part completely, giving people a hazy feeling.

Under the slightly dim light bulb, there are happy or sad faces.

"Fuck, come again!"

"I don't believe that this can still lose!"

"Heavenly spirits, earth spirits, and all kinds of immortals will soon appear ......"

Jiang Tu adjusted for a moment and walked to the dice table.

He didn't rush off the game, but watched a few rounds first.

The rule is simple, it is the size of the pips that are multi-sided.

The winner with the highest number of points takes all, and players can choose to look at the points first or choose not to watch them.

If you look at it, the normal multiplier, if you don't look at it, it will be doubled on the basis of the bet placed, and in the case of the banker, it will be quadruple.