Young man, rich and easy to talk

Tang Wuming turned and fled to the pier. The boatmen on the pier were sitting around and throwing dice. A few bearded men sat cross-legged in a pile, all big and small slapping their thighs at their throats, without noticing it at all. There are more people on the stone steps next to it.

He sat alone with his legs slumped, while beating his leg that was stiff and sore from being stretched by Qin Xichao, while watching them gamble.

A few dice were rolled in a bowl in the middle, a group of people shouted enthusiastically, copper plates and broken silver were scattered for a week.Tang Wuming glanced at it, it's really idle, what's the point of gambling this kind of cheating game.

Although they thought so, after watching a few rounds, the boatmen turned around and saw him sitting alone, they enthusiastically pulled him in and asked him to play together.

He touched the broken silver on his body, and went anyway.

After all, is it too boring?

A new start, the three dice were thrown down and rolled, and the bowl was clacked, Tang Wuming slapped a shiny piece of silver, "Big, I'll be big!"

It's not that he doesn't feel bad about spending his money, but his one can catch up with the sum of all the boatmen.The boatmen looked at each other, took out copper coins and weighed them down.

When the bowl is opened, two are three, one is four—small.

Tang Wuming was very distressed that the money that had just been suppressed went into other people's pockets.

In the three rounds in a row, Tang Wuming overwhelmed the big ones without exception, but the result was that they were all small without exception, and the money in his pocket soon bottomed out.

Even if you don't know how to play, you can tell that the dice are not fair at all.

But no matter how hard he pressed, it was still too big.

"..." The boatmen looked at the silver on the side of the bowl, looked up at Tang Wuming, Mi Xumi's novel Yan Lun Tuyun was blinking and waiting for them to start the game, and lost interest in an instant.

It’s fun if someone is cheated and doesn’t know it. If someone knows he’s going to lose, but generously gives you money to play, then it’s not gambling, it’s charity.

For Tang Wuming's behavior, if he is not stupid, then he looks down on others.

The boatmen were very unhappy.

"Young master, why are you always overbearing? You see, Feng Shui can't turn around today." One of them scratched his beard and talked to him.

Tang Wuming was about to release the money, he paused after hearing this, and said with a smile, "Oh, then I'll keep it small."

"..."

Seeing that they didn't start trading for a long time, Tang Wuming got impatient and asked them why they didn't start.

The boatmen sighed, he is stupid, really stupid.He should have been allowed to dry out alone from the beginning, and he should not have been pulled in.

He was holding his knees and waiting with a smile on his face, but he saw them sweeping the money on the floor, pushing all the money he had just lost to him, packing up his tools, going back to each house, each looking for each boat.

"Young master, I won't play today, I will call you next time." The last one to leave waved his hand.

"Hey..." Tang Wuming shouted after him, but no one paid any attention to him.

He wanted to say, don't go, just play with me for a while.

However, even though those people were chattering across the boat, they didn't respond to him, so they just bowed their heads silently.

Really, it's rare to splurge once, and you won't have this chance next time.

Tang Wuming didn't touch the loose change on the ground, and sat back on the stone steps by the pier, swinging his legs and looking into the distance.

The sky is infinitely bright, and it is not near dusk, but there is no one to accompany.

Just as he was complaining, he put a thin shirt on his shoulders.

"Qin—" Tang Wuming turned around, but saw a man in black clothes, "Oh, Qin Feng."

Hearing the tone, Qin Feng raised it first, then suddenly fell down, deeply feeling that the timing of his appearance was wrong, and then looked at the small pile of silver piled up beside him, and sat down next to him, "Would you like the owner?"

"...No." Tang Wuming's voice was calm, and he looked at the lake in front of him.

After a while, he said, "What about him?"

Qin Feng smiled, and said he didn't think about it, "I'm here for urgent business, and I'm in the study."

"Oh."

Seeing his lonely face, Qin Feng took out a brocade bag and handed it to his eyes.

"What?" Tang Wuming asked.

"Silver." Qin Feng said, casting his eyes at the pile on the ground, "The owner gave it to you."

Tang Wuming took out the silver bag, "Has he been here?"

"Not only did you come, but I also saw that you were very happy to be cheated."

"..."

Qin Feng looked at his expression, "Unhappy?"

"No."

"Are you angry with the owner?"

"No."

"The lord—"

The owner of the villa, the owner of the villa, all the owners of the villa, caused Tang Wuming to go to Qin Xichao with his mind full. He shook the purse in his hand and complained to Qin Feng, "You are so annoying."

Well, he is annoying, why not let him go.Clothes were draped, money was given, and all the explanations were done, Qin Feng patted him on the shoulder and decided to leave.

"Hey, wait." Tang Wuming called to stop him.

"An order?"

Tang Wuming shook his head, "I just want to ask you how Yuan Le is doing. I haven't seen him for quite a while."

Qin Feng said, "He's pretty good. He eats, plays, sleeps well, and gained a lot of weight."

"Well," Tang Wuming listened, "Still don't remember me? Didn't you mention me?"

Qin Feng thought about it, "I remember you, but I remember some bad things. Sometimes I would ask me at night, saying that I haven't seen you for a long time, did you leave here... I lied to him and said yes."

"He believed it?"

"……He is very happy."

Tang Wuming was another one, and then he held the money bag and lowered his head, rubbing his fingers back and forth on the beautiful pattern, without saying a word, and he couldn't see any joy.

Qin Feng couldn't figure out the reason for a long time, thinking that his quietness was a little abnormal, so he should go back and report to the owner.

Just as he was about to take a step, he heard a fluttering voice behind him.

"Yuan Le didn't have much contact with outsiders, or he killed those people. He is a killer." Tang Wuming said.

Qin Feng nodded wonderingly, "I know."

Tang Wuming paused for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

"..." Qin Feng was not ready for such a sudden question, so he said, "Yuan Le is still young, I am eight years older than him, and he is also the age of his younger brother. The relationship problem should wait until he grows up." Again--"

"He is seventeen years old, and most people are already married and have children. Qin Xichao and I are five years apart, so what?" Tang Wuming interrupted him with a raised voice, "Besides, I It was you who asked, not him."

Qin Feng was taken aback, looked at him and said, "Do you really like the owner of the village?" Then he looked at the money pocket in his hand, "Isn't it because of the money?"

Tang Wuming held the money bag and shook his feet, "Well... a little bit. Money, a little bit."

Really straightforward, "What about the owner? To you..."

Tang Wuming also shook his body, and his tone was very flat, "I don't know, anyway, he should like my face." Tilting his head and thinking, before Qin Feng could speak, he immediately pointed at himself Changed his words, "No, he probably likes it badly - this face."

Not knowing what to say, Qin Feng said for a long time, "The face is very ordinary, not very good-looking."

Tang Wuming laughed, and nodded repeatedly, "It's not very good-looking, your owner is not good at aesthetics."

"I'm not saying you're ugly..." Qin Feng hurriedly added.

"I know." Tang Wuming waved his hands indifferently, "Speaking of which, what about your Yuan Le?"

Qin Feng curled his lips, so he stammered and replied in a low voice, "I... have a little too."

Tang Wuming seemed a little happy, because his legs were swinging happily, and after letting Qin Feng feel ashamed for a long time, he smiled and said to him, "One pot with one lid, it's good for Yuan Le to meet you, You can cure him of Taoism."

"..."

Qin Feng was still in a daze, Tang Wuming stood up by himself, walked to the side of the small handful of silver, took out a few coins from the newly acquired purse and put them down, waving his hands at the big bosses on the boat and shouting Said, "Hey everyone, thank you for taking me on a boat and playing dice with me!"

The boatmen looked at each other in blank dismay, and only responded by shaking their hands.

After shouting, he walked back holding the purse, "I hope you are all well."

This sentence is for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was a little confused.

Tang Wuming didn't care if he was in a daze or in a daze, he weighed the money in his pocket and went back to the villa. When he met a guard, he would give him a silver scorpion. He stayed at his post peacefully and didn't run around. He almost walked back to the small pavilion with half of the money left in his pocket.

So he made a detour to the back kitchen again, and gave out one to each of them, and the big spoon gave two more. After all, it was not easy to deal with the chickens and ducks he killed day and night a few days ago.

The people who got the money were stunned, and offered to say "thank you" to him.

Tang Wuming also cupped his hands, "Thank you for looking after me."

After leaving the back kitchen, there was only one piece left in his pocket. A boy hurriedly ran past him with a basin. The basin was so big that it blocked his sight. He tripped and the water in the basin splashed all over the floor.

The little boy held back his voice, and it took him a long time to get up from the ground, and went to pick up things with a mournful face.

"All right?" Tang Wuming walked over.

"Well, no..." The little boy shook his watery eyes, and his heart was also watery. He was ten years old, so pitiful.

Tang Wuming fumbled for the money in his pocket again, and took it out of the pocket.

The little boy watched eagerly, watched and saw that he was reluctant to put it back, and heard him muttering to himself, "It's the last one, I can't send you off."

"The ground is not level, be more careful next time." Tang Wuming rubbed the top of his head, only comforted him a few words, and walked out with his money pocket in his arms.

"..." Xiaotong was speechless.

Tang Wuming put the brocade bag with only one broken silver in his bosom, and touched it outside with confidence.It's the last one, I have to keep it for myself, and it's okay to go out.

Tang Wuming looked at the sky, it was still early.

After thinking about it, he turned around and went to the study.