Cuizhu is preparing for action.
at this time.
A maid came in.
She looked pale.
It was obvious that he had been very frightened just now.
She was a little verbose and gave her mother and Zhao Ping a copy of Drunk Spring Breeze Tea.
She waited on him while her uncle stood aside.
I didn't expect anyone to stay.
Zhao Ping looked at the guards waiting outside the courtyard, as well as Yang Zhen and Youlang.
He said to the maid: "Give them some tea, and bring in the teacups."
The maid glanced at her uncle and did not move.
It looks like there may be no tea left.
Zhao Ping told Cuizhu: "Give them a few boxes of tea."
Cuizhu nodded.
Go out and ask a guard to bring a few boxes of tea leaves and tea cups.
Now the maid is smart, and everyone who comes to Zhaojiazhuang has tea to drink.
And of course my uncle's.
My uncle and Miao'er stood respectfully in front of my mother, not daring to speak.
Although he is the older brother, he doesn't dare to act like an older brother.
He also knew that at this critical moment, the only one who could save him was his only sister.
My mother lifted the curtain and took a few sips of tea, then asked calmly: "Brother, how can my sister-in-law be sorry for you? She went to a brothel to find a girl behind her back. Can you tell my sister?"
So he sighed and said: "Sister, you also know that brothers and sisters in our family depend on each other for life. The population is small. My sister-in-law and I only have two sons and one daughter."
After speaking, he glanced at Zhao Ping.
"Besides, Miao'er is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and has been in love with me for a long time. Now that she is pregnant with my flesh and blood, how can she abandon her?"
Zhao Ping felt that his uncle was really thick-skinned, and he could say this.
My mother glared at her a few times and said bitterly to her uncle: "Brother, this is just an excuse. My sister-in-law is not very young and she cannot have children there."
The uncle's face suddenly turned pale.
Mother looked at Miao'er lightly, then looked back at uncle, catching his expression in her eyes.
"Forget it, since she's here. Let Mr. You take her pulse."
Youlang didn't even look at Miao'er when he came in. He just took her pulse for about two minutes.
He nodded and said, "It's Ximai. It's been almost two months."
Then he frowned and checked his pulse for a while and said, "No, are they twins?"
My mother nodded and said, "There is a possibility that Ping'er's two cousins are also twins."
Mother suddenly stared at Miao'er and asked, "Why do you still seduce my brother when you know he has a family? If you have evil thoughts, there are ways to abort your fetus."
After talking about it, my mother unknowingly raised her tone.
Miaoer Yingying knelt down in front of her mother, wiped her tears and cried, "Mother, I am already nineteen years old. I am going to be old and will be old. I have to find someone who will be reliable for life."
At this point, she looked back at her uncle and continued: "Although the husband of the Li family has a family, he is quite talented. The "Long and Short Sentences" he wrote in the "Da Song Zhonghua News" touched the heartstrings of the slave family, so they often discussed it with each other. The "Long and Short Sentences" in the newspaper, unknowingly hit it off."
At this point, she paused.
Zhao Ping was shocked. He only wanted to help his uncle, but he didn't expect that his good intentions turned out to be bad.
"The slave family has been observing the husband of the Li family for a long time. He is loyal and kind-hearted, and he is a person whom the slave family can rely on for life. So the slave family put aside their shame and got along with the husband of the Li family."
At this point, she looked up at her mother and continued: "But the slave family knew that it would be difficult to get the love of the husband of the Li family without a child, so they secretly became pregnant with the husband of the Li family."
The last sentence made Zhao Ping seem to be retreating in order to advance.
"The slave family is so shameless and brings shame to the Li family. The slave family has no complaints even if the fetus is aborted."
Mother glanced at Zhao Ping hatefully.
Zhao Ping didn't realize that he had this side effect, he only smiled sheepishly.
Mother sighed and looked at uncle and Miao'er.
He waved his hand and asked Miao'er to get up, feeling a little less interested.
Under Cuizhu's urging, she took the filial mother's car and went to the wing to rest.
The uncle looked at his sister's back in the distance and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Although my sister did not express her position, she obviously acquiesced.
So he gently held Miao'er's little hand with both hands and nodded to her.
Miao'er looked at her uncle lovingly and smiled.
At this time, Zhao Ping waved his hand, and the nursing staff carried in large and small bags of various supplements, rice, flour and oil on the flatbed truck.
While the maid was stunned, a pick-up card worth three coins from Zhaojiazhuang was stuffed into her hand.
The maid almost burst into tears, but she got a generous reward.
Zhao Ping has a good conscience.
At the critical moment, she did not abandon her uncle as her master.
Now Zhaojiazhuang's pick-up card has a very high status.
It has become equivalent to silver in the minds of the people, and is even more useful than silver.
After all, it won’t be adulterated, and it’s available at a 50% discount.
Youlang also prescribed a pair of anti-fetal medicines for Miaoer.
Uncle and Miao'er were completely relieved now, and Miao'er couldn't help but look at her uncle lovingly.
The identity of Zhaojiazhuang's uncle is indeed one of the things that makes Miaoer attracted.
I wonder if my uncle considered this during his relationship with Miaoer.
Zhao Ping came to the county school to visit Yuan Xuezheng. Yuan Xuezheng laughed and said, "Look, our great talent is here."
He looked at the gift list in his hand, but he didn't expect that now his master, teacher, mother, uncle, all had one.
He hurriedly pushed the gift list back and said, "How can this be done? It's too much."
Zhao Ping immediately saluted and said: "Since ancient times, there has been a dilemma between loyalty and filial piety. Students serve their mothers at home and have no time to come to school to listen to the teacher's teachings with their classmates. They feel guilty and have nothing to repay. I have prepared a small gift, and I hope the teacher will accept it."
Yuan Xuezheng had no choice but to accept after refusing. He was now more and more satisfied with Zhao Ping, a "genius" disciple. At the same time, he also inquired about the development of Zhaojiazhuang Academy and Zhaojiazhuang.
During the conversation, Yuan Xuezheng actually had the idea of visiting Zhaojiazhuang.
When Zhao Ping appeared in the Tianjia class, the entire school in Changyuan County was shocked.
Not only the classmates in the class were excited, but also alumni from the entire school came to visit Zhao Ping in an endless stream.
Of course, most of the discussions are about "Dream of Red Mansions" and poetry.
Some also consulted Zhao Ping about the poems they had written.
Some of them also want to contribute articles to "Da Song China News"!
This is a great opportunity to become famous all over the world.
And he also gained fame and fortune!
Zhao Ping has become the pride of the county school.
It has changed from looking straight up in the past to looking up.
Zhao Ping read their submissions and found that most of them were superficial and could only provide some pointers.
Even so, it makes them proud.
Zhao Ping came to Yushu Gambling House, where there was a courtyard full of people.
The gamblers kept shouting and drinking, some laughed out loud when they won, some beat their chests when they lost, some came to take advantage of the excitement, some came out disappointed, a kaleidoscope of human emotions kept appearing.
Furen, the shopkeeper, is a wealthy man in his forties wearing official uniform and has a big smile on his face.
Hearing that Zhao Ping wanted to use money to buy the IOU for his uncle's house, the shopkeeper suddenly became uneasy.
He looked at Zhao Ping for a few times and said calmly: "There is a way to steal, and there is a way to gamble. Those who come to gamble are those who are willing to bet and admit defeat. Since the house has been mortgaged, there is no reason to redeem it back at will."
Everyone in the nursing home suddenly became furious.
Everyone took off their clothes and tied up their sleeves.
Obviously, if they disagree, they will get into a fight.
He rolled his eyes and said, "But since Xiao Langjun is a famous student in the county school, I have to give him this face."
He paused and continued.
"Since it is the husband of the Li family who came here to mortgage his house, it is not impossible that he can win it back through this method."
Seeing Zhao Ping's frown, the smile in the shopkeeper's eyes betrayed him: "This bet method is to win two out of three games, but there are three ways to play, namely dice, horse racing, and Cuju."
The implication of the shopkeeper's words is that if he wants to win back his uncle's house, he must compete with the masters of the three areas they are best at.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but ask: "How long?"
The shopkeeper glanced around coldly, stretched out three fingers, and said word by word: "Three days, three days."
It turns out that this is a pit, and the pit is big and deep.
But Zhao Ping had to jump.
And it must be completed within these three days, otherwise don’t blame others for not giving you a chance.
Zhao Ping thought for a while, and now he was forced to go to jail by the gambling house, and there was no other way to go.
So he nodded and said: "Okay, I just came from Zhaojiazhuang. It was a tiring journey all the way. I will play horse racing tomorrow and play Cuju the day after tomorrow."
After the shopkeeper waited for Zhao Ping to leave, he coldly ordered his subordinates, "Let these three masters have a good rest and prepare to play tomorrow."
After saying that, he looked at the mortgage clause written by Li Yueqiu in his hand, and said coldly: "This time I want you to lose your wife and your troops."
Zhao Ping returned to his uncle's house and his room, saying that he was thinking of something and asked others not to disturb him.
Now Zhao Ping has realized the true energy of pure yang through the method of balancing yin and yang, and has formed an independent space.
And only you can see this space, and only you can open it.
Now Zhao Ping took out his mobile phone in his own space and found that playing horse racing was similar to the later mahjong.
It's just that red rabbit, white rabbit, juezu, yueying are used instead of articles, ten thousand sons, tubes, etc.
After finishing horse racing in the afternoon.
Zhao Ping immediately organized the nursing home to perform Cuju.
This business team must be trained.
The other side will definitely send a professional Cuju team.
Because Zhao Ping has already won a game.
The other side lost.
Just lost two games.
They were asked to arrange in a three-five-four formation, with Zhao Ping, Yang Zhen, and Li Hangang as the forwards for training.
People in the Song Dynasty liked Cuju, just like literati reciting poems and writing lyrics, they also had a certain foundation.
Youlang watched with great interest, and even came in to shoot, and his shooting skills were very superb.
So Zhao Ping, You Lang, and Yang Zhen were the vanguard.
Zhao Ping arranged for Li Hangang, Li Hanqian, and Li Hanxi to provide the backbone.
Utilize their long-distance running and dribbling abilities to continuously provide opportunities for Zhao Ping, You Lang, and Yang Zhen to attack.
After training in the afternoon, coupled with his usual exercise, Zhao Ping felt generally good.
But whether he can win the opponent, Zhao Ping has no idea.
However, there is not much time left for Zhao Ping, because the mortgage period for his uncle's house will expire in a few days.
The next day, Zhao Ping came to Yushu Gambling House.
Zhao Ping saw his rival.
This is a lean man in his forties with Zhoufa.
His eyes were piercing, and his index finger and thumb had a thick layer of calluses.
It seems that he is indeed a master who has been engaged in horse racing for a long time.
