Chapter 372

Master Zhang's eyes narrowed and he looked at feng'er, who was cooking medicine,

"You wait for me outside."

Song Ming went out of the yard, got the carriage ready and waited.

Feng'er's attention is all on the medicine jar. She holds an old fan in her hand. The fan is on fire. The sweat on her face is clearly reflected by the fire. She doesn't notice that Song Ming comes in and goes out.

Looking at her like this, Mr. Zhang seemed to see that he was anxious when his mother was ill. He moved his hand and walked over, squatted down and stretched out his hand to feng'er. "Give it to me, I'll fan it."

"Good."

Feng'er's mind is already in chaos. What he says is what he wants. Wen Yan gives him the fan.

Master Zhang's skillful fan caught fire, and soon the medicine jar made a sound of gurgling.

Feng son wiped the sweat on a forehead, want to see boil of how, under the emergency directly stretch out a hand to lift the lid.

"Be careful."

Mr. Zhang stretched out his left hand to hold her wrist, "don't burn it."

Feng son still some didn't return to mind, Leng Leng of looking at him.

Mr. Zhang took back his hand, picked up the cloth on one side and lifted the lid. He blew against the boiling water, then covered it. "It's going to be a while, don't worry."

Phoenix son this just returns to mind, think of he just touched his hand, the facial expression is instantly red, lower head to go, dare not look at him, "thank you."

"No

Feng'er looks up and wants to say something to him. Then she sees Song Ming waiting outside the yard with a carriage. She says, "is he looking for you?"

"A little thing, no hurry."

People come to our door, where can it be?

Phoenix son urges him, "you go quickly, I cook medicine by myself."

"No hurry."

Mr. Zhang boiled the medicine and poured it into the bowl. Looking at feng'er carefully, he turned out of the yard.

……

In the gambling house, there are a lot of people and all kinds of noises.

Zhang Ye and Song Ming go in and look around the gambling house. They don't see Dabao and Erbao. They frown slightly.

Song Ming did not give up and looked around again, but still did not see anyone.

Strange

Pointing to a table not far away, "I saw them come in and bet a few. How could there be no one?"

Master Zhang walked in. The thugs in the gambling house knew him. When they saw him coming, they were all "clattering" and looked at each other. One of the thugs came up in a hurry, nodded and bowed, and spoke very carefully. "Master Zhang, how did you come here?"

Mr. Zhang went straight in, "looking for someone."

Some rich people are playing inside. If they are disturbed

The beater held out his hand and stopped in front of Mr. Zhang. "Mr. Zhang, who are you looking for? Let me tell you. I'll help you find it."

Mr. Zhang stopped and his eyes fell on the hand in front of him.

The Thug's heart is startled, "swish" the next hand retracts, accompanies to smile, "Zhang Ye, small habit, you forgive me, forgive me."

Mr. Zhang continued to walk in. The thug didn't dare to stop him. He could only wink at the nearest thug. The other thug turned and ran to the back quickly.

Inside, there was another scene. There was no noise. There were people waiting at each table to serve tea and pour water.

At a glance, Mr. Zhang saw Dabao and Erbao sitting at the innermost table with his back to the door, with their legs crossed, like an old man.

Song Ming also saw that he wanted to go over. He was stopped by Mr. Zhang. He found a free table and sat aside.

The manager of the gambling house heard that Mr. Zhang was coming. He thought something was wrong. He came to see Mr. Zhang and had a good rest.

Suspiciously, he followed his line of sight and saw that his line of sight fell on the table. After thinking for a while, he stepped forward and said, "Mr. Zhang, who are you looking for? We'll help you find it."

"No

Mr. Zhang took his eyes back and looked around the room.

The man in charge of the business is more guilty. Although he's a gambler, it's easy for Mr. Zhang not to come to this place. Now that he's here, there must be something wrong.

"Don't worry about me. You'll do your job. It's a private matter today."

It's said that it's a private matter. The steward is relieved, but he still doesn't dare to be careless. He winks at the people on one side and makes them come with first-class tea. He goes to the back.

Dabao, er Bao seems to have won a lot, but he can't do it. Dabao grabs a handful of copper at random and puts it on the "small" and says, "open!"

Er Bao stares at the table. The dealer opens it. It's Da Bao. Er Bao slaps the table hard. Da Bao's face also changes. Then he returns to nature and pats Er Bao on the shoulder. "It's OK. We have plenty of silver."

Mr. Zhang's face has not changed, but Song Ming does. As the gambling house always does, let you win first, and then let you lose. Even if you lose, you don't have any clothes left. These two people don't have the same hair. How dare they come here to gamble? I was in a hurry to give money to the casino.

Sure enough, but a quarter of an hour later, there were fewer and fewer pieces of silver and copper in front of Dabao and Erbao. They were also nervous. Sweating, they stood up and stared at the table.

Song Ming gathered together in front of Mr. Zhang and whispered, "big brother..."

The silver is borrowed by elder brother for lady Xia. It's a pity if these two boys lose.

Master Zhang waved his hand, but Song Ming stopped talking.

In another quarter of an hour, the silver in front of Dabao and Dabao was almost lost.

"Big brother."

Er Bao tugs at Dabao's sleeve. "We don't have much money."

Several tens of taels of silver were lost in a moment. Dabao was already red eyed. Without saying a word, he pushed out all the silver in front of him and said, "put it all on!"

Song Ming was anxious and moved to stop them.

"Sit down."

Mr. Zhang's voice sank.

"Brother, that's twenty taels of silver."

Song Ming is distressed. Even now, they can't save less than ten taels of silver all the year round. Twenty taels of silver are lost in vain.

"Wait!"

Song Ming had no choice but to wait.

Two people's words fall, there with a "big", big treasure took silver completely lost.

"Brother, what should I do?"

Er Bao is flustered. They stole the silver. If the elder sister comes back and knows that they lost the silver, she has to beat them.

Dabao was also sweating, raising his voice, "I want to borrow ten taels of silver!"

Dabao and his wife were dressed in fine cloth, and they could take out twenty taels of silver at once. The gamblers didn't know the details of them, and they thought they were the two young masters of the little rich family who came to play with them. He heard this, and someone really brought him ten taels and a loan receipt.

Without saying a word, Dabao pressed his fingerprints on the IOU, took ten taels of silver and put it all on the bank. He lost.

Dabao was even more red eyed. He borrowed another ten Liang, and then borrowed it again. He borrowed thirty Liang all the time. After all the losses, Erbao grabbed his arm. "Big brother, we can't borrow any more. We can't afford to sell it."