See the smoke from the farmhouse

Chapter 93 Are you rich?

Huahua looked up at Wang Cuihua, smiled at her symbolically, but said nothing.

Wang Cuihua was not reconciled, and asked again: "What are you playing?"

"Fighting crickets."

"Girls, how can they play with this stuff?" Wang Cuihua remembered that Tang Xiaowan never played with such things.

But Huahua retorted very loudly: "My mother said, as long as you like it, you can play with anything."

Then Huahua threw herself into the cricket fight again, but Wang Cuihua felt quite boring, feeling like a stranger here.

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In the town, Zhao Rongyu has already come to the gambling house, and there are quite a lot of people gathered in the gambling house, some are from Fengling Town, some are passing foreign businessmen, some are watching the fun, and some are playing very enthusiastically, winning The one who made the money was ecstatic, and the one who lost the money was dejected and unwilling, thinking that he would definitely win if he tried again, but he still lost again.

Zhao Rongyu felt that when he returned to the court one day, he must take good care of this unhealthy trend.

"Brother, do you want some?" Someone asked Zhao Rongyu.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Rongyu asked the visitor with a cold look: "Where are the people you arrest usually held?"

"Are you here to catch someone?" The visitor looked Zhao Rongyu up and down, and then said impatiently, "Which one do you want to catch, I'll go in and ask for you."

"Tang Qiusheng."

"It turned out to be that bastard, who owed money all day and didn't pay back. Are you rich now? If you have money, keep the money. If you don't have money, get out!"

Zhao Rongyu held up a burden in his hand: "Of course he is rich, but I want to see your supervisor and ask your supervisor to come out, and I will talk to him."

That person was just a waiter, and seeing that Zhao Rongyu didn't look nervous at all, he thought how many brushes this person should have, and said, "Okay, then I'll go in and call Brother Mao for you."

After waiting for a while, a man with a white towel in his hand came out, probably that Brother Mao.

"You came to redeem Tang Qiusheng, do you have any money?"

Tang Qiusheng opened the bag and revealed the silver taels inside.

Brother Mao was about to reach out to take it, but Zhao Rongyu immediately wrapped the bag back again.

"You don't save people, don't you?" That brother Mao was obviously impatient.

"Naturally, we need to be rescued," Zhao Rongyu said with a stern look, "But I heard that you want 30 taels of silver? You saw it just now, I only have 20 taels of silver here."

"Then go back and collect another ten taels. If you don't have a few, you can just talk nonsense here. I'm not a place to bargain. If I waste my time, I'll beat you!" Brother Mao became more and more impatient.

Zhao Rongyu also looked impatient: "Who the hell is bullshitting you, isn't it the cruel words you uttered before? There is not enough money, so I only have 20 taels of silver, and I can't get the other ten taels Come out, if you don’t let him go, I won’t force you, anyway, you take care of food and shelter, even if you don’t give him food and drink, if he starves to death here, you still have to collect his body.”

"Tsk tsk," Brother Mao looked Zhao Rongyu up and down, "You are cruel enough, you don't have enough money, so you can scrape it together, how dare you want me to chop off one of his hands for the ten taels of silver?"

"Stop fucking nonsense," Zhao Rongyu stared at Brother Mao equally arrogantly: "You have your rules, and my money is only ten taels short. Tell me, how many hands will it take to pay the ten taels of silver?"

(End of this chapter)