Chapter 130 Half

Song Chuman simply changed the "win" in "Hui Hui Du Ying" to "Hui Hui Du Lose".

Let’s see how you’ll be able to marry a wife if you have no money in the future!

Gamblers don't deserve sympathy.

After He Daquan left home, he really went to a gambling house near his home.

He is very confident because he has won every time he comes this month.

When he went there, he happened to catch the betting game of guessing the size, and without hesitation he placed the twenty taels of silver on "big".

When the regular customers of the gambling house saw him coming and knew that he was lucky this month, they all followed him in betting.

Only newbies or those who don’t know He Daquan will bet on the small number.

People who know He Daquan will not say that he is lucky, so as to avoid someone sharing money with them.

He Daquan was very confident, but when the waiter opened the lid of the dice, the number on it was actually three.

Those who followed He Daquan in placing bets suddenly collapsed.

"How can it be small? Shouldn't it be big?"

"Yes, I brought all the money from home."

"He Daquan, isn't your luck good this month? Why did you lose this time?"

"That's right, I lost five taels in one go this time, and the sky is falling."

He Daquan said anxiously: "I...I don't know what's going on, but don't bet with me, otherwise you will blame me if you lose."

After saying that, he took out another five taels of silver and placed it on the "small".

The others thought about it and decided to follow his lead.

He Daquan is much luckier than them.

But this time, it opened "big".

When He Daquan saw this, his forehead was instantly covered with sweat.

There is no choice but to continue betting on "small" in the next round.

It’s just that it’s opened “big” again.

In this way, He Daquan lost as many times as he gambled, and lost all the fifty taels of silver he brought with him, and even borrowed twenty taels of silver.

He Daquan was already losing all his money and looked at the gambling house manager, "I need to borrow more money, another twenty taels!"

The steward said expressionlessly, "No, you must pay back the twenty taels within three days before we can lend you the money."

He Daquan had no choice but to look at his friends again.

But they all knew that lending him money at this time would be like throwing meat buns at a dog, and it would never come back, so no one dared to lend him money.

He Daquan was unable to borrow money, so he had to go home dejectedly.

When Old Mrs. Chen learned that her son had lost seventy taels of silver in gambling, she immediately fainted from anger.

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On the other side, after leaving the He family, Song Chuman went to meet her brother.

At this time, Song Chuhuai had already put all the things he bought on the ox cart.

Song Chuman saw Song Qingqing following her and went to a secluded place.

Song Qingqing had no choice but to follow him again.

When no one was around, Song Chuman smiled and said, "Aunt, long time no see."

Song Qingqing said helplessly: "Kid, what you did just now really scared me at first."

Song Chuman gave her half of the five taels of silver she had received. "Aunt, it's thanks to you that I was able to get the money. I'll give you this half as the money the He family gave you for the clothes."

"How can this be possible?" Song Qingqing disagreed, "This is for you, so it's yours."

How could she, an adult, ask for money from a child?

Song Chuman stuffed two and a half taels of money into He Xiaoshuang's hand and said, "Just keep it. Without you, I wouldn't have gotten this money. Aunt, you and cousin still have to make a living."

Song Qingqing thought that she was now homeless and really needed money. She didn't want her child to go hungry, so she didn't refuse.