Taoist temple in the mountains

Chapter 342, Righteous Words

"I'm confused, hahaha, give money, give money, good luck." The middle-aged man with a mustache looked at the friends around him with a proud face, and searched for the hundred-yuan bills on the table of the three people around him with a proud face.

Although the three of them were very unhappy, they lost if they lost, and there was nothing to complain about, but one of them, a middle-aged woman who looked a little fat, complained: "Old Zhao, you have been lucky recently. After winning all morning, did you go to ask the God of Wealth to bless you?"

"Yeah, it's clear that the card luck was not good before, why did it look like I was possessed by my brother today." A thin monkey-like middle-aged man next to him also said with deep approval, and was very surprised by Lao Zhao's luck.

Hearing the compliments from Ma friends, Lao Zhao said with a swollen face: "Haha, maybe the God of Wealth finally blessed me, Zhao Yuan, who told me that I have such a good character, and the gods are not willing to let me keep losing, haha Ha ha!"

After finishing speaking, Old Zhao lit up the Dazhonghua in his hand, and smoked a cigarette with a happy face. The smoke ring was puffing out, not to mention too much.

Seeing Zhao Yuan's frightened face, the fat lady next to him snorted coldly with a look of displeasure.

"Come again, I don't believe you, Zhao Yuan, will be blessed by the God of Wealth, there must be something wrong."

"Hey, fat aunt, what you said really hurt my old Zhao's heart." Zhao Yuan shuffled the cards and said mysteriously: "My room is dedicated to the God of Wealth. The incense burns constantly, don’t believe me, the God of Wealth will bless me as a devout believer with such a good character.”

The fat aunt was a little shaken when she heard that, she shuffled the mahjong with her hands a little slower, wondering if she should really find a God of Wealth to make a confession, and was interrupted by the middle-aged thin monkey next to her.

The middle-aged thin monkey sneered.

"Haha, Lao Zhao, what you said is right, if the God of Wealth really blesses you, you would have lost without even underwear ten years ago, and now you can only live on your wife, and you are blocked by debt collectors at your door every day. "

Listening to Shouhou's choreography, Zhao Yuan was a little embarrassed, shuffling the cards a little slower, and his face was a little irritable, but he still said: "I don't owe them any money, it's all made up by them, my old Zhao What character, don't you know?"

"It's because we know your character, Old Zhao, that we never borrowed money from you, haha!" Another aunt who was slightly thinner but darker-skinned joked aside.

Listening to the arrangement of the poker players, Zhao Yuan felt a little angry, and secretly decided that he must kill them all at the mahjong table and go home with his pants on.

"Hmph, just wait, God of Wealth blesses me and I have nothing to fear! Today I have a great advantage, God of Wealth blesses me no matter how I lose, I won't lose"

The sky was getting dark gradually, and dusk had already arrived. When Zhao Yuan returned home, he had only a pair of underwear left, with a sad face and a bewildered look on his face.

"Have you lost another ass and come back, trash." Zhao Yuan's wife looked at Zhao Yuan with a sneer on her face and said, "I haven't made any progress in so many years, what can I do, I can't eat anything, I'm really trash among trash .”

Hearing what his wife said, Zhao Yuan was embarrassed, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only nod timidly.

Then I thought about my current situation, I didn't live like a man at all, and couldn't help but said: "Wife, can you hurt me a little bit, I'm a man anyway, so you can hurt me a little less. "

"If you were a man, you wouldn't be in debt and rely on your divorced wife to support you." The fat aunt looked at Zhao Yuan with a look of contempt and said, "Being chased by people every day If it’s not because of our son, my mother wouldn’t support you, a useless person.”

"I'll tell you not to talk so badly. Anyway, this house belongs to me too. Anyway, my salary used to be higher than yours now." Zhao Yuan was a little angry.

"Haha, I will bring it up to the past. I was still a young girl in the past. You told me not to be so bad? The house is yours? Please, the house was left to you by your father before he died, and it has nothing to do with you trash. Besides, this house is mine now." The fat aunt stared at Zhao Yuan and said, "If you are really not such a waste, then you should go out to work to supplement the family income now."

As soon as part-time work was mentioned, Zhao Yuan immediately refused with righteous words on his face: "It is impossible to work part-time. If I want to work part-time, then there will be money in my account. Once I have money, I will definitely be enforced by the court. I don’t want to give it to those people, anyway, the money earned from part-time jobs will be thrown to them, why should I go to part-time jobs to waste my energy, I don’t know how happy I am to play mahjong and cards every day.”

Seeing Zhao Yuan's face of righteous words, the fat aunt hesitated for a moment, and unexpectedly agreed with Zhao Yuan's statement, and said lazily.

"Well, I have to admit that you are right. The wages will be robbed by those people after passing through the account. It is not a good way to beg for a part-time job? You can go begging. Now begging can make money. You don't have to use it. Bank account, what a job."

"Begging? What do you think I am, Zhao Yuan? Doesn't being a beggar lose face to my old Zhao family? Even if I steal and rob, I won't beg!" Zhao Yuan refused, and said no more. , went into his room, and took out his old clothes to wear. It was too cold to wear shorts this night.

After getting dressed, Zhao Yuan looked at the statue of the God of Wealth enshrined on the table, and he didn't get angry, so he swiped his arm and knocked the incense ash and the statue on the ground.

The small and inferior statue of the God of Wealth bought on the street was broken into pieces all over the place, and the rotten sesame seeds enshrined on it were also thrown all over the place.

"It's the God of Wealth, I think it's the God of Plague, Ma De, I lost so much that I lost my underwear tonight, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, shit, I'll believe you from now on, I'm a dung beetle."

Zhao Yuan's behavior of complaining was seen by his wife, she didn't say anything, but the contempt in her eyes deeply betrayed her thoughts.

After packing up her things, Zhao Yuan's wife went out to work. Today is the night shift.

Zhao Yuan was the only one left in Nuo Da's self-built house.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was not usually bored, he wanted to watch TV when he went out.

When I just took out the melon seeds, my eyes suddenly went dark, the lights and the TV screen were all turned off, and the power went out.

"What's the matter? Did the power go out?"

When Zhao Yuan looked puzzled, a figure seemed to appear in the darkness in front of him.

(End of this chapter)