Siheyuan: Happy Life of Jia Zhang Family

"Playing cards? And it costs money? Isn't this gambling?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh uncle, let's just have some fun," Jia Dongxu said to Zhang Dabao with a smile.

"Just play around, play with your mother." Zhang Dabao slapped him in the face, and then kicked him, and Jia Dongxu was knocked down.

Jia Dongxu fell to the ground, and before he could get up, Zhang Dabao came over again and slapped him four or five times, which woke Jia Dongxu up. He begged for mercy, "Seventh Uncle, I won't go anymore. I don't want to play anymore."

"If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go. This is your family's business. Let me ask you, how much did you lose?" Zhang Dabao grabbed Jia Dongxu by the collar.

"Thirty-five," Jia Dongxu said in a low voice.

"Today, or all of the time?" Zhang Dabao continued to ask him.

"Tonight, I had bad luck. My seventh uncle could have turned the tables with another ten dollars, but good cards never come," Jia Dongxu said to Zhang Dabao.

"Everyone thinks this way when they lose everything. Have you ever won?" Zhang Dabao slapped Jia Dongxu four or five times when he heard his words.

At this time, Jia Dongxu's mouth was full of blood and it was unclear what he was saying.

"Are they still waiting for you?" Zhang Dabao asked Jia Dongxu.

"Yes," Jia Dongxu said with a sigh of relief.

"Take me with you and I will win it back for you," Zhang Dabao said to Jia Dongxu.

"Seventh Uncle, can you do it? They are all masters." Jia Dongxu didn't quite believe in Zhang Dabao's ability.

"Fuck you, master!" Zhang Dabao slapped Jia Dongxu's face twice again.

"Sister, if he asks you for money again, tell me that I can't beat him to death. After the salary is paid, you must keep this bastard under control. Without a proper reason, you can't give him a penny. Do you understand?" Zhang Dabao turned around and said to Zhang Cuihua.

"I know how much money Dabiao and Dongxu have wasted, and he never listens. We should teach him a lesson." Zhang Cuihua did not feel sorry for her son, but supported her brother's point of view.

"Lead the way." Zhang Dabao pushed Jia Dongxu, and Jia Dongxu almost fell.

The two walked for about twenty minutes and came to a small courtyard. "Dongxu is back. Did he bring friends here?" The person at the door knew Jia Dongxu and greeted him specially.

"Dongxu is back? Who is this friend?" When he entered the room, there were about ten people playing poker. One of them, who should be the dealer, asked Jia Dongxu.

"This is my uncle, he also wants to play," Jia Dongxu introduced Zhang Dabao to the dealer.

"Dongxu, we are playing a big game. Have you explained it clearly to your uncle?" the dealer continued to ask.

"I brought two hundred yuan. Is that enough?" Zhang Dabao took out a stack of cash from his pocket and asked the dealer.

"Enough, that's enough. What does uncle want to play?" The dealer immediately smiled.

"Just playing cards will do. Isn't this a game of fried golden flowers? This is played quickly. What's the bottom line?" Zhang Dabao came to the table, sat down, and asked the dealer.

"A base of one piece, at least one piece must be put up, black one goes up to two, black two goes up to five, and the maximum number of rounds is fifteen. After fifteen rounds, no one opens the cards, and everyone compares the size, and whoever has the bigger card wins." The dealer introduced the rules.

"Okay, that's enough for one hand. Let's start. We need to finish early so we can go back and rest." Zhang Dabao began to urge the dealer, then picked up the cards on the table and began to shuffle them.

"Please sit down. Don't keep your uncle waiting." The dealer sat down. Including Zhang Dabao, there were six people sitting down together.

Everyone placed their cards and the dealer began dealing cards. In the first round, Zhang Dabao discarded his cards without even looking at them, and he did this for five rounds in a row. Jia Dongxu, who was watching from behind, was a little confused. After Zhang Dabao discarded his cards, he would go over to check. In the fourth round, Zhang Dabao actually lost a pair of tens. With six people having a pair of tens, his chances of winning were very high.

In the sixth game, Zhang Dabao started to play black cards, and he got two at a time. No matter how many people looked at the cards, he always played two black cards in every round. No one at the scene had ever seen such a fancy operation. The dealer followed until the end. He had a pair of A in his hand, and it would be a pity to throw away the A. He felt that he had a great chance of winning, so he did not open his cards. It was even more impossible for Zhang Dabao to open his cards. In the fifteenth round, when comparing the size of the cards, Zhang Dabao turned over the cards, which were 234, the smallest straight, and he won more than one hundred yuan.

第七局，张大标依旧如此，最后10 J Q,拿下了对手的7 8 9；再赢一百多块；第八局涛声依旧，金花10 8 4 ，战胜了对手的金花9 7 6，再入账一百多块。

Zhang Dabao won ten games and had 1,500 yuan in cash. Two people at the table had already withdrawn because they couldn't stand it anymore. No matter how good your cards were, Zhang Dabao could always beat you. They lost dozens of yuan in each game and couldn't stand it. No one's money came from the wind.

"Dongxu, did you see that? This is what a wise man does not win in the first five games, but will win every game thereafter. You have to learn from this. Dongxu owed someone thirty-five yuan, and I'm paying him back. Give me the IOU." Zhang Dabao counted out thirty-five yuan and said to the people around him.

When a man heard this, he took out the IOU and took the money from Zhang Dabao.

"Do you still want to play?" Zhang Dabao asked the dealer, "Your luck is bad today, it's better not to play", he said to himself without waiting for the other party to answer.

The dealer was so frustrated by his loss.

"Boy, are you cheating?" The other man at the table stood up and said to Zhang Dabao angrily.

"I'm cheating? The cards are yours, the place is yours, and you dealt the cards. How can I pay? Don't play if you can't afford it. A man can lose, but he cannot wrongly accuse others after losing," Zhang Dabao said contemptuously.

"You..." The man who stood up was furious.

"Liuzi, sit down," the dealer said loudly to the man angrily.

"Uncle Dongxu, we are playing too small like this. How about playing something bigger? And don't play tactics. Just go if you have cards and leave if you don't? We can't adapt to so many tactics," said the dealer with a forced smile.

"How old is he? Let Dongxu go back first. It's not good for him to stay here alone. His mother is waiting for him at home," Zhang Dabao said to the banker.

"Okay, Dongxu, you go back first. Come back and play when you have time." The dealer immediately agreed to Zhang Dabao's request.

"I'll give you twenty yuan. Go to the snack bar and buy some food now. Wait for me at home. There must be two meat dishes and a bottle of good wine, okay?" Zhang Dabao said loudly to Jia Dongxu.

"I understand, Uncle Seventh. I'll go back first." When Jia Dongxu left, he looked back several times reluctantly.

"Dongxu is gone too, and no one must have told your family. Brother, how about we bet the bottom five and the black ten and the top twenty?" the dealer asked Zhang Dabao.

"Of course I have no problem. I have the most money. How about you?" Zhang Dabao's words almost pissed off the other two people. What kind of words are these? You have a lot of money, but it's all our money.

"Change the deck of cards." The dealer arranged for a younger brother on the side to take out a new deck of cards.

"Let's start," he asked, looking at the three people.

Zhang Dabao signaled him to deal the cards, and a new round of game began.