If there are one or two people from behind who are just as lucky as this young man, it will really be impossible to survive!
Wei Wanshun felt that he was unlucky today and did not dare to bet on his future luck. He just wanted to stop the loss in time and close the stall quickly.
If you don't let him play, he can close the stall and head office.
But those who were watching stopped.
"That's right, why aren't you allowed to play?"
"You didn't say you were going to close the stall when others didn't hit you for ten times in a row. Why is it that this young man Junyun is getting better now and you're going to close the stall?"
"Is it because people are lucky that you can't afford this business? Good guy, it's all your decision to do the business that makes money and not the business that makes you lose money?"
"Guanpu is originally about gambling on luck. Whether you make money or lose depends on God's will. So many people play Guanpu just because they have fun. Aren't you breaking the rules of Guanpu like this?"
"That's right..."
A bunch of people had just tried Guan Pounce, but failed to hit anything. Now they were watching with interest that Song Jingyun had hit so many times, and they thought that they would get some of this young man's luck later and win. When I came back from ordering something, Wei Wanshun showed up like this, which was really annoying.
Moreover, Wei Wanshun's appearance of not being able to do business also makes people suspicious. They think that this person only started business because he was determined to make money, so there must be something fishy in his business!
A crowd of people gathered around him, asking for an explanation from Wei Wanshun.
What a bad day today!
When someone with such good luck cheated him, he didn't say anything and was surrounded by people asking for an explanation.
Wei Wanshun was so angry that he was so angry that he became even more angry when he saw that Song Jingyun next to him was also squeezed into the crowd, with a confused look on his face, as if these things had nothing to do with him.
It's all your fault, you bastard. If it weren't for you, my business would be fine!
You are a disaster!
The more Wei Wanshun thought about it, the angrier he became. Taking advantage of the crowd and chaos, he raised his hand to slap Song Jingyun.
The business couldn't be done anyway, so I didn't care about causing more chaos at the moment.
Let’s relieve our anger first!
And there are so many people, so there is no way not to acknowledge others when the time comes.
I'll beat you to death, you pest!
Wei Wanshun thought so, and when he slapped Song Jingyun with all his strength, he just wanted to beat Song Jingyun to death.
But before the slap landed on Song Jingyun's face, Wei Wan felt his wrist tighten.
Wei Wanshun was surprised and raised his head to meet Jiang Michia's cold gaze.
Even if she wants to bully her little son-in-law, it depends on whether she agrees or not!
Wei Wanshun became more and more angry when he saw that it was the young man's wife who was blocking him. He tried hard to break free, but after two attempts he found that Jiang Mixia was too strong, so he simply raised his left hand to hit Jiang Mixia.
Okay, if the evil intention persists, then she won't be polite.
Jiang Michia stopped Wei Wanshun's other hand with lightning speed, and then threw it aside forcefully.
Wei Wanshun was startled for a moment, and then he stepped lightly and was thrown out like a sack. He hit the big turntable just in time and rolled on the ground twice before stopping.
Also thrown out were two stone-like objects.
It made a crisp sound on the ground, and finally rolled down at the feet of passers-by.
"What is this?" Someone picked it up.
"It looks weird, as if it fell out of that person's sleeve."
"This is a magnet, it can attract iron!"
The person who picked it up heard what others said, so he took the thing to the big turntable and tried it. There was a "bang" and he sucked it up.
"Tsk, no wonder the others couldn't hit it. No wonder they tried to persuade the young gentleman to continue playing after he hit it. It's probably because he was playing tricks on the inside and wanted to get some money back!"
"Isn't this a lie?"
"You black-hearted thing, if you hadn't been stopped by that lucky young man, I don't know how many people you would have deceived!"
"Stop talking so much and send this deceptive and mischievous thing to the Yamen!"
"Let the county magistrate give him a slap and let him have a good memory!"
Everyone was talking and picking up Wei Wanshun, twisting his arms and going to report to the official.
Some people were left to watch the fun, pointing behind their backs. It wasn't until the official arrived that they were persuaded to disperse.
Song Jingyun was the one who hit the target based on his ability. After being asked a few words by the Yamen, everything was over.
The other onlookers also testified, and they only talked about Wei Wanshun's mischief and shady business.
The government officials made inquiries and then returned to the government office to resume their duties.
Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Michia and Song Jingyun also took their things to look for the drivers who came to the county town with them.
"The battle just now was scary to death." Song Jingyun felt a little bit like the aftermath of a disaster, and kept sighing. Finally, he looked at Jiang Michia with gratitude on his face, "Fortunately, my wife is here."
"Otherwise, this box of Happy Reunion pastries will not be saved."
Jiang Michia, "..."
I thought that my son-in-law was lucky that she was there, so he avoided being beaten by the stall owner, but in the end he was just happy that the pastries were not damaged.
However, these words came from the mouth of my son-in-law...
Everything seems to be very reasonable again?
The reunion cakes I brought back were so large that it took me several days to finish them.
All the fabrics obtained from Guan Pu were sent to the workshop and made into bamboo basket straps.
As for the white porcelain vase, it was placed in the house with a few peach blossoms that bloomed in spring.
The pink petals, set against the white porcelain vase, make the whole room a little more lively.
It can be said that everything is put to its best use.
Jiang Michia was very satisfied with this.
Song Jingyun seemed a little regretful, scratching his head and saying, "It's a pity that we weren't allowed to play anymore. Otherwise, I could have picked up another porcelain vase, so that I could put two bottles of flowers in the house."
Peach blossoms are beautiful, and so are apricot blossoms.
And both peaches and apricots are delicious, one is sweet and the other is sweet and sour.
"Don't be too greedy." Jiang Michia comforted, "This time I was lucky enough. If I encounter someone provoking me again in the future, I can't act rashly again."
"Actually..." Song Jingyun mumbled for a moment before replying, "I know the stall owner did it on purpose, but I wanted to play, so I just followed his words."
Jiang Michia, "..."
He Zuo feels the same as Ming Jing'er, but he just wants to play?
Seeing that Jiang Michia didn't say anything, Song Jingyun added, "Actually, it's not just for fun, I just think I can win."
Then he added, "Actually, I also saw something stuck behind the turntable, but I didn't know what it was for. I always felt something was wrong, so I took it off quietly while it was turning, and then put it back quietly."
Jiang Michia, "!!!!!!"
I have to admire my little husband-in-law with admiration!
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