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The second day of the Drumming Festival.
There are many activities for today's festival.
Bullfighting, beating bronze drums, dancing the drum dance, playing the reed pipe, asking for flower ribbons, etc.
The most spectacular event was the bullfight, and the most eye-catching event was the flower-picking ceremony, which officially started in the afternoon.
Mu Achen came from Black Crow Village and planned to go to the bullfighting arena.
He heard that wealthy patrons had secretly opened a gambling den at the highest point next to the Miao people's bullfighting arena.
These big spenders are all wealthy people. Although the stakes are tens or hundreds of thousands, even a small bet is still a bet.
But just as they arrived at the mountain pass on the side slope of the bullring, they were spotted by the clan elder and Uncle A-Dong, who happened to be passing by.
"Mu Achen, where are you going?"
"Going up the mountain? What's wrong, clan elder?"
"Up the mountain?"
As if struck by a whirlwind, the clan elder rushed toward Ah Chen.
"You little Miao brat, if you dare to gamble, even if you are the future Miao king, I will still beat you without hesitation."
In the clan elder's view, although Bank Manager Yang personally proved to him that Mu Achen's money had been transferred to a legitimate unit, the clan elder still felt a pang of heartache.
No matter where it's transferred, it's over 80 million!
If Mu Achen dares to go up the mountain to gamble now, he'll definitely get a beating.
Uncle Dong and the others were also looking at Mu Achen with longing eyes, hoping that Achen would not go up the mountain.
Looking at the scene before him, Achen said dejectedly, "Grandpa, I just want to make a little money for everyone. I promise, I won't gamble too much, okay?"
"No! Get away from this hill."
“Grandpa, I won’t gamble. I’ll just go up and join in the fun. Besides, the view from up there is good; I can see the whole bullfighting arena.”
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of here."
The clan elder would never let Ah Chen go up there, no matter what.
Ah Chen continued earnestly, "Grandpa, my friends are all up there! You said they are now important clients of our orchard. I didn't have time to entertain them yesterday, but they should at least show up today."
"Mu Achen, put away your fox tail. I'm not listening to your nonsense now."
"Grandpa, don't forget, we still have another harvest of fruit at the end of the year."
Upon hearing this, the clan elder thought about it again and again.
The old Miao man circled around Achen once and said, "If you want to go up, you can, but take out your bank card and money first, and I'll return them to you after these Han gamblers leave."
"Grandpa, if you do this, how am I supposed to get money?"
Ah Chen said mournfully, "What's the point of me living if I don't have some money?"
"What big man? You're just a little man now, no... not even a man, at most a little Miao boy."
Damn it!
Mu Achen's lips twitched violently. It was only because this was the clan lord that he was in charge. If it were anyone else, he would have slapped them across the face.
"Grandpa, please have pity on me, I'm really terrified of being poor."
"Come on, if you want to go up the mountain, fine, but you'll have to pay and hand over your card."
The clan elder refused to budge, leaving Ah Chen with no choice but to hand over the cash and bank cards in his pocket.
"Agan, search this little devil to see if he's hiding anything else."
Should I search?
Agan's expression became quite interesting; he thought to himself, "If I had known, I wouldn't have come to join in the fun."
"Come on, come on, search us. Now, forget about money, there's not even a single hair." Ah Chen spread his arms wide.
Uncle Agan originally intended to do a symbolic search. Although he didn't approve of Achen gambling, playing for a few dozen or a few hundred yuan wouldn't be a big deal for Achen.
But the clan elder directly warned him that if he dared to leave even half a coin for A-Chen, Mu A-Gan would have to find a whip and wait for him.
Uncle Agan was now frustrated.
A few minutes later, after confirming that Ah Chen had no money left, the clan elder said, "If you need money during the Drum Festival, just take it from your Uncle Ah Gan. Don't you still have tens of millions in your account?"
"Oh, thank you so much, patriarch."
Go have fun.
With a wave of his hand, the clan elder led a dozen or so Miao men away, full of pride and arrogance.
Uncle Agan was afraid that Achen would ask him for money to gamble, so he quickly ran away.
"Pfft---"
Laughter followed.
Ah Chen turned his head and saw several women dressed in Miao costumes standing next to him, smiling at him. His face flushed red, and he was about to run away.
"Mu Chen".
Chinese?
Han Chinese?
Mu Chen stopped, but before he could say anything to the pretty girls a few meters away, A Kang and A Zhuang came running over with their men and pulled him aside.
"Here you go, Ah Chen, don't think it's too little."
"I have over seven hundred here too, Ah Chen, you can take them and play with them."
A-Kang and A-Zhuang each gave A-Chen a stack of ten-yuan and five-yuan bills.
When they stuffed the money into Achen's hand, the Miao men behind them formed a circle, blocking the Han people's view.
Seeing this, Ah Chen smiled.
My heart feels warm.
These two princes must know that Mu Achen's money and cards had been taken away by the clan patriarch.
But how could the clan elders find the money on Mu Achen's body?
Besides, there are a few cards.
However, Ah Kang and Ah Zhuang's actions really touched him.
"Ah Chen, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and take it, let's go up the mountain," Ah Zhuang urged.
A-Kang also said, "The stakes are higher up on the mountain, with bets of tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan. We don't have much to offer. Why don't we go to the hill next to us? There's a gambling den there where you can bet three or five yuan at a time."
"I still prefer to gamble big. You guys keep watch down here. If we win, I'll give you a share of the profits. If we lose, don't ask me for money back."
"What are you saying? You lost, so you lost. Who asked you for it? Go play, but don't forget you're going to the Lusheng field this afternoon. There are many girls already registering to participate in the flower-begging competition."
"Then I'll go. You guys keep watch and make sure the clan elders don't catch me red-handed."
Ah Chen grabbed a handful of loose change and ran up the mountain.
As A-Kang and A-Zhuang watched A-Chen's retreating figure, both Miao men smiled.
If this had happened six months ago, they wouldn't have been able to come up with so much money.
Now that the orchard has made money, Azhuang's family has also received a considerable share, and Azhuang himself has also earned some money.
Now, A-Kang has run his business quite well and makes money every day.
Just now, they heard that Achen's money and cards had been confiscated by the Black Crow Village Chief. They just quietly called out, and a large group of Miao men pooled their money to let Achen play.
Ah Chen was truly touched by their kindness.
So even though Mu Achen had put a lot of money in the Divine Dragon Space, he wouldn't refuse.
Because this simple and genuine Miao affection is priceless.
This is part of the reason why Ah Chen always wanted to stay in the Miao village.
Besides, Ah Chen could also take this opportunity to share some money with Ah Zhuang and Ah Kang.
After all, neither of them had much savings. If they met a girl they liked at the Lusheng performance and got her flower sash, they would have to pay for it on the spot.
In other words, it was an exchange of silver jewelry for the girl's silver jewelry.
This is a Miao custom.
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