On Wednesday, he kicked away the broken pieces on the ground and retorted defiantly.
"Grandma, I'm breaking the bowl for your own good. What if you get an upset stomach from eating this unclean food?"
The old woman, hands on her hips after the bowl was broken, asked with a laugh, "So, you mean I should thank you?"
On Wednesday, he replied, "No need for thanks, just give me a few coins."
"I'll give you a piece of my mind!"
The old woman raised her hand and slapped Zhou Sanyi hard across the face.
"Why should I need to tell you what to eat? Pay up now, or I'll take you to the authorities."
Seeing this, Meng Qingluan covered her mouth and blurted out something unintentionally.
"Those who say they buy offal on Wednesday are people who love to eat shit."
Meng Qingluan's words reached the ears of the people queuing to buy offal, who were so angry that they pointed at Zhou San's nose and cursed him.
Offal soup is cheap and delicious, and most importantly, it doesn't contain feces.
They waited in long lines to buy things and then got criticized on Wednesday, which made them furious.
On Wednesday, their noise gave him a headache, and the old lady who broke his bowl even tried to pull him up.
They were shouting that they would arrest him and take him to the yamen (government office).
On Wednesday, I was extremely anxious and turned to look at my followers who were completely dumbfounded.
"What are you all holding onto? Hurry up and drag this crazy woman away."
"Brother Zhou, your family still has your father to bail you out, but if we go to the authorities, we'll really go to jail..."
The lackeys were naturally unhappy.
They included both men and women, but the one thing that remained constant was that they all came from poor families.
They only hang out with Zhou San because his father has some influence, and they can avoid starving by relying on Zhou San's connections.
I was furious on Wednesday. Those useless idiots.
He couldn't be arrested and taken to the authorities.
He had a younger brother and an older brother. He was the second oldest, and his mother was a concubine. His father disliked him from the start.
If he were arrested and taken to the yamen, his father would definitely not bail him out.
In a moment of panic on Wednesday, he forcefully pushed the old woman who was holding him to the ground.
The old lady fell flat on her back, howling in pain.
Seeing that Zhou San dared to make a move, everyone joined in, ready to beat him up and drag him to the yamen.
I took off running on Wednesday.
Seeing him run far away, Meng Qingluan knew that he wouldn't dare to provoke her for the time being.
After Wednesday's commotion, many people now know that Meng Qingluan's stall sells offal soup.
It was the first time anyone had ever seen offal soup for sale. The bowl looked full of meat and the price was cheap.
Everyone was curious and asked those who had bought it if it tasted good.
Those who have bought it will certainly not say it's bad; if they did, those who haven't bought it would say they love eating shit.
"tasty!"
Meng Qingluan's business suddenly became very busy, and a large pot of offal soup was sold out before noon.
Meng Qingluan was exhausted, and Chen Yan was in no better shape.
The two counted their earnings; because they had prepared a lot that morning, they had sold one hundred coins.
The two squatted down to one side; it was already noon.
Meng Qingluan suggested, "Let's have lunch before going back. There's a noodle shop up ahead."
Chen Yan had no objections.
As the two were packing their things, Meng Qingluan caught a glimpse of someone sneaking into the alley across the street.
Seeing this, Meng Qingluan took out fifty coins from her purse and turned to Chen Yan.
"Go to the noodle shop and wait for me, I have something to do."
Shen Yan nodded, watching Meng Qingluan walk away in a hurry.
That's the direction of the gambling den.
Is he going to gamble again?
Chen Yan put down the rag in his hand and walked away in the opposite direction.
…
Meng Qingluan sneaked into the gambling den.
The gambling den wasn't large, but it was packed with gamblers.
Every table was packed with gamblers, each with an expression of uncontrollable excitement on their face.
Meng Qingluan looked around and finally spotted Zhou San at the innermost gambling table.
Taking advantage of the commotion, Meng Qingluan squeezed behind Zhou San.
On Wednesday, he sat at the gambling table, pointing his index finger at the dice cup on the table and muttering to himself.
"Big! Big! Big!"
"open!"
"I won! Mine, mine, all of it is mine."
On Wednesday, he was so engrossed in the joy of winning that he completely failed to notice the sinister little hand reaching out from behind him.
Meng Qingluan pretended to be a gambler and casually tossed ten coins onto the gambling table.
"..."
The people at the gambling table all looked at her with disdain.
Although they didn't gamble much, they weren't so stingy as to only bet ten coins.
Besides, this guy is probably not stupid. He's obviously going to follow Wednesday's bet this round, but he's actually betting the opposite.
If you can't afford to gamble, don't gamble.
When Meng Qingluan saw them looking at her, she glared back defiantly.
What are you looking at?
On Wednesday, he was extremely pleased with himself, constantly glancing at the gambling table with his index finger while humming a little tune.
Meng Qingluan gently extended her index and middle fingers, and slipped a die into her clothes near her shoulder when he wasn't looking.
Wednesday's clothes were already loose, and the dice rolled down his shoulder as he raised his hand to shake the dice cup.
The dice cup will be opened on Wednesday.
Sure enough, he won again.
On Wednesday, I suddenly felt a chill in my palm as a small die fell onto the gambling table.
Wednesday's smile froze on her face, and she instinctively hid it with her hand.
However, his actions did not escape the eyes of the onlookers, who shouted to stop him.
"What are you hiding on Wednesday?"
He was stiff all over on Wednesday, and retorted.
There's nothing there, you must be mistaken.
The people around him squinted; they were already annoyed at losing money, and now that they had caught him cheating, they weren't going to let it go.
On Wednesday, he held onto his subordinate's things tightly and refused to let go.
The crowd had no choice but to forcefully hold him down and make him take out the hidden dice.
"You dare to cheat!"
"It wasn't me! I didn't do it!"
On Wednesday, he shook his head in horror; cheating in casinos is a major taboo.
At best, you'll lose all your gambling money; at worst, you might have to cut off a finger or your hand.
On Wednesday, her gaze wandered and she suddenly caught sight of Meng Qingluan waving at her from not far away.
On Wednesday, his eyes widened, and he roared angrily.
"Meng Qingluan!"
Meng Qingluan continued waving her hand, and casually picked up the three taels of silver she had just won.
He raised his right hand and made a snapping gesture, while also making a crying face.
It's clearly a mockery of the fate of someone who will have their hand chopped off on Wednesday.
Meng Qingluan didn't care about all that. Zhou San had committed many evils, and she wasn't some saint.
Since you don't want those groping hands so much, just cut them off.
The people sitting upstairs had a clear view of everything happening downstairs, their eyes glued to Meng Qingluan's figure.
She didn't look away until she left the casino.
"Young master, Meng Qingluan is a dog that can't change its nature. I thought she had turned over a new leaf when I saw her setting up a stall today, but I didn't expect her to turn around and go into the casino."
The servant standing next to the man wore a disdainful expression.
The man didn't speak, but took a small sip of tea.
"Too talkative."
The servant covered his mouth. His young master hated gossipy people the most, but what he said was clearly the truth.
The servant added, "Fortunately, she knew when to back down and, having learned her lesson last time, dared not bother you again, young master."
The man's brows relaxed, then furrowed again.
Was it just his imagination?
I feel like something about Meng Qingluan has changed.
When Meng Qingluan ran out of the casino, Shen Yan was still standing by the cart, just as she had before she left.
The sun was already quite bright, but he didn't bother to avoid it.
Meng Qingluan jogged forward and asked.
"Didn't I tell you to wait for me at the noodle shop? Why are you standing still?"
Shen Yan's fair face was flushed red from the sun, and he squinted as he looked at Meng Qingluan because of the intense sunlight.
"I want to wait for you together."
Looking at his naturally charming appearance, Meng Qingluan swallowed hard.
Meng Qingluan estimated the time and knew it was about right.
Meng Qingluan reached out and pulled Chen Yan back a little, standing in the shadows, so that he could look in the direction of the casino.
"How about I count to three and give you a surprise?"
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