Fang Ruotang pursed her lips and stood up. Without even glancing at the silver in front of her, she said to the casino manager, "Use this to buy some rice and grain and send it to the city gate to distribute porridge."
"You're too kind, sir. I'll pay for the porridge myself." How could he dare to accept the Grand Preceptor's money? He wasn't asking for trouble.
"Then take some and add it to these, and distribute the porridge for a few more days." After giving the instructions, Fang Ruotang stopped talking nonsense.
As for the casino, she didn't care whether Brother Qiang, who looked ruthless, would do as she said, since there were always people watching from all sides and behind her.
"I will send a steward to assist you."
Sure enough, the young prince immediately took over the task.
Just as they were about to leave the casino, a down-on-his-luck middle-aged man missing his left hand rushed in.
"You're too late, the God of Wealth is about to leave."
Someone shouted something, and Fang Ruotang heard it too. She looked around and saw that everyone was staring at her, and then she realized that the God of Wealth they were talking about was her.
I couldn't help but laugh.
Isn't that right?
These people followed her and won big.
"Where? Where?" The man was disheveled and looked anxious, noticing that everyone's gaze was intentionally or unintentionally falling on Fang Ruotang.
He immediately moved closer, his face beaming with flattery, and said, "Young man, let's play a few more rounds! My son is getting married soon, and whether he can find a wife depends on whether I can earn some money today."
Fang Ruotang's first time entering a casino has not been averse to or uncomfortable so far, but the middle-aged man begging her in front of her makes her a little displeased.
"If you work hard, you'll have food to eat. Taking shortcuts is not the right way."
"Alright, alright!" The middle-aged man replied dismissively, his cloudy eyes filled with greed as he asked, "Keep betting, keep betting, what else?"
Tell me about this person.
[A typical gambler, he sold his wife and daughters. He now only has one son left in the family. He stole the money his son had saved to redeem his mother and sister. If he loses this time, his son will likely break down and kill him. He first sold his daughter while his son went into the mountains to forage for food. After that, his son always took his other sister with him when he went out. As a result, their mother was also sold. Finally, the gambling den came knocking, dragged away his other sister, and cut off the man's hand.]
Fang Ruotang was dumbfounded, experiencing the harm of gambling firsthand for the first time. This was completely different from the enjoyment she had just felt while playing. She subconsciously felt that such a place, which could make people lose their minds and cause families to be destroyed, should not exist. She looked at the young prince for help.
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