The heavens start from the anger and clearness of Xiangxi

Chapter 97

After seeing through the grievances and grievances in the rivers and lakes, Murong Jiu is no longer obsessed with those right and wrong, but more curious about the customs and customs along the road.

Now it is the time of spring plowing in March, there are many busy people in the fields, Murong Jiu sometimes stops to watch them plow the fields and dredge the canals.

The two of them played along the way, and all they saw were ordinary farmers, who seemed to have left the rivers and lakes.

But the rivers and lakes are so wonderful.

Some people spend their whole lives searching and asking about the rivers and lakes, but they don't know where the rivers and lakes are.

Lu Qing and Murong Jiu walked for a long time, and in the evening they came to a town shop, found an inn and rested.

After they booked the guest room, they went downstairs and ordered a few small dishes. When they were about to move their chopsticks, there was a noise from the side:
"Ge Laozi, you two sons of bitches, I want to gamble now, and whoever doesn't gamble will live!"

Ge Laozi and Guizi in these words are clearly Sichuan dialects, and they should undoubtedly be from central Sichuan, but for some reason they came to this border of Jiangxi.

Murong Jiu is also from central Sichuan, and when he heard the Sichuan dialect, he was a little friendly, so he looked over subconsciously.

I saw a ragged, mud-legged man in straw sandals staring at the two porters in rough linen shorts with wide-eyed eyes.

"Da Da Xia, I really don't know how to gamble." An honest porter tremblingly said.

The other was too scared to say anything.

They are poor people who work hard and have never seen the world, but because they are familiar with the owner of the inn, sometimes the owner will give them a little bit of leftover food from the guests.

Today they just moved the goods for a day to see if they could come to ask for some oil and water. Who would have thought that they would meet this vicious gambler and pull them to gamble without saying a word.

They are just porters who work hard to make a living. They work hard every day to earn some money for food. Where there is spare money and time to gamble, they don't know anything about the tricks of the casino, so naturally they dare not agree.

"I don't care, since you meet me, you must gamble!"

The mud-legged man seemed to be possessed by a demon, and insisted on pulling the two of them to a game.

"Guizi said that he can't gamble, but I don't believe it. There is no one who can't gamble." The man said to himself: "We don't gamble with dice, spleen nine, horse hanging, flower stalls, etc. Son, just bet on the number of people in this shop!"

"I bet on odd numbers, what about you?!" He pulled a porter past him and asked angrily.

In fact, there is no need to ask, the odd number has been suppressed by him, and others can only bet on the even number if they want to bet.

The porter knew that left and right were dead, so he could only bite the bullet and say even numbers.

"Okay! Now that the bet is made, the bet is over!" The mud-legged man said excitedly: "No one wants to deny it, and no one wants to regret it!"

"If you win the bet, I will promise you one thing. You can ask me to do anything. If you lose, I will take something from you."

"What?" the porter asked tremblingly.

"Eyes, nose, hands and feet, whatever." The mud-legged man said casually, "Since it's a match, the bets must be equal."

The porter turned pale with fright, but no matter how frightened he was, he had no ability to refuse, let alone escape.

Afterwards, the mud-legged man grabbed the waiter and said sharply, "Turtle son, go and call out everyone in the store, I want to count them myself!"

Seeing that he was so ferocious and vicious, Xiao Er was frightened away, no matter what he said, he dared not disobey.

Soon, all the people in the inn were gathered on the first floor, even the cook in the back kitchen and the handyman pouring slops were no exception.

Murong Jiu had never seen such a gamble before, and watched with interest 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.

"A total of 24 people, an even number." Lu Qing replied.

Before he entered the inn, he had checked with his mental power. There were originally 22 people in the inn, plus him and Murong Jiu, a total of 34 people.

"So that fierce guy 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.21" The mud-legged man finished counting the pile in front of him, then glanced at Lu Qing and Murong Jiu who were sitting not far away, and said with an excited smile, "Haha, the turtle lost! I won! A total of 23 personal!"

After finishing speaking, he took off the wine gourd at his waist and took a deep breath, staring at the porter and said viciously: "Since you lost, then think about leaving something for me!"

The porter was so frightened that he was in a daze, so he couldn't speak.

At this moment, a chuckle came from the quiet inn.

The vicious man suddenly turned his head, looked at Murong Jiu who covered his mouth and chuckled like a ghost crawling out of hell, and shouted angrily: "What are you laughing at, girl? Could it be that I'm not right?!"

Murong Jiu was not afraid of him, instead he teased: "I laugh at a certain evil gambler who doesn't know how to count, can't even count, he is really stupid than a three-year-old child."

"Why can't I know how to count?" the fierce man asked sharply.

"There are clearly 24 people here, why did you only count 23?" Murong Jiu asked rhetorically.

"Fart! I just counted them one by one, and there are clearly three of them!" the fierce man roared.

"Hmph!" Murong Jiu snorted coldly, and said, "You just counted everyone here, but you only missed one."

"Who is missing?" the fierce man asked.

"You missed yourself!" Murong Jiu replied, "Aren't you a human being?"

The fierce man froze for a moment, then his expression changed, he slapped himself on the face, and said angrily, "Ge Laozi, I actually forgot about myself! What a hamapi!"

Hamapi is also a Sichuan dialect, which means fool and idiot.

"Turtle son, you won."

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

The fierce man is evil, but he is willing to gamble and admit defeat.

"Please heroes let us go"

The porter pointed to himself and his companion and said.

The vicious man waved his hand and said, "If I lose, I admit it, you guys go."

He was willing to let the two go because he was willing to gamble and admit defeat, and because he 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, how about we have another game?" He said excitedly.

Everyone in the inn was terrified when they saw him, but these two people remained calm, which showed that they were definitely not ordinary people.

Only betting against such a person is exciting enough!

(End of this chapter)