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Chapter 320 Little ginseng doesn’t learn the language of birds! !

Just when Zhao Heng was about to leave with Wang Chunniang and Abao, a steward of the gambling house bent over and chased after him with a very respectful attitude, carrying a food box in his hand.

"Master Zhao, I just saw that your children don't seem to have enough to eat. We specially packed some food for you. I hope you will accept it." The manager grinned almost to the ears. Such a small ruler cost 5000 taels. Silver, he almost laughed his head off.

As soon as he saw the food box, Abao turned his little head and looked at Zhao Heng expectantly.

Zhao Heng took it and Wang Chunniang got on the donkey cart with A Bao in her arms.

When Zhao Heng saw that the mother and daughter were already seated, he drove the donkey cart and set off. When the donkey cart turned around, the people at the door of the casino could vaguely hear Zhao Heng's warning: "Zhao Abao, don't touch that food box! "

on the donkey cart,
Abao groaned and frowned: "But...but that person said it was for Mr. Zhao's child, and I am Zhao Heng's child."

"Wrong." Zhao Heng deceived the child expressionlessly while driving the donkey cart: "That person is indeed talking about Mr. Zhao's child, but the focus is on Mr. Zhao, who is your father and me."

Abao hated Zhao Heng's convoluted words the most. She waved her hands in disgust and groaned: "I don't listen to daddy saying this. My head hurts."

"Do you know why your head hurts?" Zhao Heng laughed: "Because your head is small."

"Okay, stop it." Wang Chunniang suddenly said, and Zhao Heng immediately became quiet.

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After the Zhao family left, Yue Wuxiao was so angry that he punched the wall with his fist. He did have some foundation, but... after tonight, he had to start over again...

"Tell me, did Zhao Heng trick me on purpose? Is his luck really that bad?" Yue Wuxiao asked his servant.

The boy didn't dare to raise his head or take a breath.

"The steward!" Yue Wuxiao sulked and stood at the door of the casino for a while, then suddenly turned around and ran into the hall, shouting loudly at the steward.

When the steward heard Yue Wuxiao greeting him, he immediately straightened his body and walked over. He asked with a smile on his face, "Master Yue, what do you have to say?"

"Where is the guy who just placed the bet for Zhao Heng? Bring him out!" Yue Wuxiao could not direct his anger at Zhao Heng, but could only direct it at the little guy.

"There's nothing we can do about it." The person in charge said to Yue Wuxiao, "The others have already been dealt with."

"Disposal?" Now it was Yue Wuxiao's turn to be surprised.

"Our gambling house can't tolerate bad luck. So many people saw him placing bets for Mr. Zhao today. It's okay to say that Mr. Zhao won. But when Mr. Zhao lost, others just thought that our gambling house was unlucky and wouldn't win money. Naturally, they didn't He won't come, so our chief steward directly ordered someone to deal with him." The steward said this lightly, but Yue Wuxiao suddenly started to sweat on his back.

Yes, he was reckless. This was the largest gambling house in the capital. His 5000 taels were probably not even worth it.Thinking that the people in this gambling house were not easy to mess with, Yue Wuxiao had nothing to say and quickly left with the boy.

As soon as Yue Wuxiao left, a figure walked out slowly from behind the counter next to him, with his head lowered and his whole body trembling. Who else could it be if he wasn't the boy who placed the bets?

"It's...it's all in charge, I...I...thank you..." The boy opened his mouth and spoke too much, and only then did people realize that he actually stuttered.

The steward laughed: "You don't have to thank me. I didn't save your life. You can go to the back door and wait. Someone will pick you up over there." "I... I... want to... go... ...Where?" The boy's legs were shaking even more, and his head was always lowered, not daring to look directly into people's eyes.

"Forget it, I will send Buddha to the West today." The manager looked at the hopeless boy and had to lead the way. As he walked, he said: "You are really lucky, otherwise , sooner or later he will be beaten to death by that man named Yue."

"This Mr. Zhao is actually a real man." The manager himself mumbled, and the boy followed him with his head lowered.

At the back door of the gambling house, an inconspicuous carriage was being heard. Jiumao was standing in the dark, dressed in black, staring in the direction of the back door of the gambling house.

"Okay, we've arrived. You can follow this man." The steward walked out with the boy. He happened to see Jiu Mao standing here, and he immediately said.

The boy quickly raised his eyes to look at Jiumao, then quickly lowered his head and stood aside shivering.

Jiu Mao didn't bother to speak. He directly picked up the person and carried him to the carriage, and then drove the carriage away.

Seeing the figure of Jiumao driving the carriage away, the steward suddenly laughed: "This Zhao family is really weird. The servant drives the carriage and the master uses a donkey cart."

On the way Jiumao took the boy back, his head kept spinning.The master will never raise a useless person, so what is this little stammer capable of?
But now he is the master's personal attendant, so who needs to pick him up personally?Could it be that this little guy is the lucky guy that the master is talking about?

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As soon as he returned to Zhao's house, Abao immediately covered his butt and ran away. Master Bai often used a ruler to scare children, but she knew it!She must tell Dabao tomorrow that Dabao got another terrible ruler.

"Stop." Zhao Heng said angrily as he walked behind.

Abao's short short legs suddenly froze.

"Starting from tomorrow, in addition to learning the sword, I will give you one more homework." Zhao Heng glanced at the little fool and said expressionlessly.

Abao felt that his teeth were beginning to chatter: "Daddy...does daddy want me to learn big Chinese characters?"

I have been crazy since I came to the capital for many days, and my father has never mentioned homework. Could it be that... starting from tomorrow, the nightmare will come?
"That's not true." Zhao Heng shook his head: "Dad is going to let you learn Xirong dialect."

"Xirong?" What surprised Zhao Heng and his wife was that Abao could accurately capture this word.

"I don't want to learn!" Abao then kept shaking his little head.

"Why?" Now it was Zhao Heng's turn to be surprised. This little bastard obviously knew about Xirong.

"Grandpa said, Xirong is a country of birds, so... the Xirong dialect is... the language of birds." Abao shook his head: "Little ginseng does not learn the language of birds."

"Okay, then I'll bury you in the soil right now, and you can absorb the nutrients from the soil and grow up." After saying that, Zhao Heng actually came over to pick up Ah Bao.

When Abao heard this, he screamed.

(End of this chapter)