Chapter 989 Reprint (a bonus chapter for the book friend "Day Day Up")
"I'm not short of money."
Mr. Zhuang was silent for a moment and then asked Manbao, "How much did your farm produce this year?"
Before Manbao could answer, Bai Erlang said, "Sir, I also have extra income. I can buy horses without the income from the farm."
"What is your income?"
Bai Erlang puffed out his chest and said, "I won nearly two hundred taels yesterday betting on football. If I go a few more times, I'll have enough money to buy a thousand-mile horse."
Manbao and Baishan turned their heads in surprise and looked at Bai Erlang, their mouths slightly open, extremely surprised.
Mr. Zhuang's hands were shaking as he pointed at Bai Erlang. Manbao turned around and saw that Mr. Zhuang's face was ashen. Fearing that he would turn around, he ran over and pressed his Hegu acupoint.
Mr. Zhuang's mind cleared up a bit, and he shook off Manbao's hand, pointed at Bai Erlang and said, "Go, bring me a ruler."
Bai Shan and Man Bao did not dare to move, and hurriedly advised, "Sir, don't be angry, my junior brother must be hiding something."
Mr. Zhuang turned around and asked Bai Erlang, "Do you have something to hide?"
Bai Erlang was stunned. Seeing Bai Shan and Man Bao glaring at him, he hesitated and said, "I, I have a secret... right?"
Mr. Zhuang raised his eyebrows and shouted at Bai Shan, "Go, bring me the ruler! Are you trying to piss me off to death?"
Bai Shan walked around the room and finally found the ruler that the teacher had casually placed on a row of bookshelves.
Mr. Zhuang came forward with a ruler and shouted at Bai Erlang, "Kneel down."
Bai Erlang fell to his knees with a plop. He vaguely understood why he was being punished and quickly defended himself, "Sir, I'm not gambling. I'm just betting on the ball, betting on which team will win. Many of my classmates at the Imperial College do this, including the seniors."
"I also saw many dignitaries, nobles, their wives, and even some girls playing this game at the racecourse. Zhang Jinghao said it was a refined hobby, not gambling."
Mr. Zhuang: "Put your hand out."
Bai Erlang stretched out his hand tremblingly, and Mr. Zhuang hit him hard with the ruler. It was the first time Bai Erlang had been hit so hard, and he couldn't help but scream, shouting, "Sir, I know I was wrong, and I won't do it again."
Mr. Zhuang was furious. "You're so quick to admit your mistakes. You learned that from your senior sisters and brothers. I'm afraid you don't really feel you're wrong. Give me your hand again."
Bai Erlang stretched out his hand crying, and Mr. Zhuang slapped him with all his strength again and again.
In the past, when he beat the child, no matter how angry he was, he would hold back a little. He would only get tired after beating him too many times. But this time, after only four or five hits, Mr. Zhuang felt a dull pain in the palm of his hand.
But he didn't stop. He continued to beat me while panting, tears in his eyes, saying, "You guys got into trouble outside and disregarded your own safety. Your master tolerated it all, but you gambled. How many families in Qili Village gamble?"
"The case of Zhou Silang is a lesson for me, and the case of Zhou Laizi is even more painful. Not only do you not learn from your mistakes, but you are also making excuses. What kind of refined interest is this? Gambling is gambling, and you have even found so many excuses for me. I will not only punish you for your lack of etiquette, but also for your quibbling and your stupidity!"
Bai Erlang cried loudly with his eyes closed in pain, but he kept his hands raised and didn't dare to put them down.
Seeing that his palms were bleeding, Manbao couldn't help but kneel down and said, "Sir, Third Junior Brother knows he was wrong, please don't be angry."
Bai Shan also knelt down on the other side and said, "Sir, we will definitely teach him a lesson in the future. Please don't get angry and hurt yourself."
Mr. Zhuang ignored them and continued to beat. Manbao and Bai Shan saw the blood flowing out, and were afraid that he would really hurt Bai Erlang's hand, and that Mr. Zhuang would also be hurt by the anger, so they quickly reached out and one of them held his thigh, and the other held his hand.
Mr. Zhuang struggled for a moment and said angrily, "Let me go. I'm teaching you a lesson. You're so disobedient and unfilial. I, I'm going to expel you from the sect."
Bai Shan said, "Master, you taught us to wait for a small blow and run away when hit with a large one, in order to escape a violent wrath. Now if we allow you to beat me like this, aren't we putting you in an unfair position?"
Manbao turned around and saw Bai Erlang still crying with his hands raised, so he pulled his hands out and pushed him, saying, "What are you standing there for? Run away."
Bai Erlang sobbed and looked at the three people, not daring to move.
Seeing him like this, Mr. Zhuang couldn't help but raise his hand, and was hugged tightly by Bai Shan.
Manbao cried out, "Why are you still in a daze? Are you waiting for the master to beat you to death? Run! I told you to run away if you are beaten..."
Bai Erlang finally came back to his senses, secretly glanced at the gentleman, and when he found that he was not so angry, he got up and ran away.
Mr. Zhuang was so angry that his heart ached. Manbao and Baishan quickly helped him to sit down. "Sir, let me take a look at you."
Mr. Zhuang was just angry, it was not a serious illness. Manbao did not give him any medicine, but just gave him a few injections to calm him down. Then he and Bai Shan brought hot water for Mr. Zhuang to soak his feet and helped him to sleep.
In order to help her husband sleep better, Manbao gave him a few sleeping injections.
When the two went out to look for Bai Erlang, he had already disappeared. Daji showed them the way, "Young Master Tang is over there with Young Master Tang."
Manbao went back to the house to get the backpack. Zhou Lijun had just returned from the restaurant. When he saw his aunt come in, he asked, "Aunt, why were there ghosts howling in the study just now?"
Manbao opened his cabinet and took out a jar of medicine. He said, "It's nothing. Bai Er made Mr. angry and got beaten. You go to sleep first. I'll go check on him."
Bai Erlang was sitting on Bai Dalang's bed crying.
Manbao and Baishan came in with medicine and a backpack. Bai Dalang asked hurriedly, "What happened? What did he do to make the master angry? No matter how I ask him, he won't tell me."
The classmates who shared the same courtyard with Bai Dalang came over to watch the fun, "What's going on?"
Family disgrace should not be made public. Manbao and Baishan looked up at him and smiled, "It's okay, senior, go to sleep first. We will take him back soon."
Bai Dalang glanced at Manbao and Bai Shan and knew that this matter was of great importance. He quickly got up to greet his classmates and sent him back to his room.
After everyone left, Manbao asked Bai Erlang to stretch out his hand.
Mr. Zhuang was so angry that he didn't hit the palms evenly the first time. All the rulers were directed at the right hand, so the left hand was not hurt at all, but the right hand was swollen and red like a braised pig's trotter.
At this time, a lot of blood was oozing from the palm of his hand. This was the first time that his palm had bled after being hit. You can imagine how angry Mr. Zhuang was.
Manbao asked Daji to bring a basin of hot water, cleaned his wound first, and then began to apply medicine.
As soon as the medicine was applied, Bai Erlang's tears, which had just stopped, began to fall again.
Bai Shan, who was helping to dig out the ointment, said, "Serves you right. You knew it was gambling. It has the word 'gamble' in it, and yet you actually told the gentleman that it wasn't gambling. Are you stupid?"
Good night
(End of this chapter)
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