He got up early, brushed his teeth with willow branches and salt, and then rinsed his mouth with mint juice. Song Beiyun was about to set off to the county town. A Qiao, who was holding his clothes to wash, called him to stop him.

“Where are you going in the morning?”

"Go to the county town, I don't have to prepare my meal for lunch."

"Oh..." A Qiao pouted: "I won't take me there either."

Song Beiyun walked up to her, took advantage of the fact that no one was around to peck on her lips, touched her head and said, "It's not a good thing to do. If you want to play, let's have enough fun next time you go to Nanjing City."

"Dirty embryo!"

Aqiao gave him a fierce look and ran away in a hurry, but after not taking two steps, she turned back: "You are going to start studying! Aunt Hong told me yesterday that you are talented and smart. If you study, you will definitely be the top scorer."

"Hey... who is serious about that thing?" Song Beiyun pinched Aqiao's face: "I'm leaving, I'll give you oil cakes back."

"Oh, then you go." A Qiao was very upset: "I remember asking for mutton. I don't like eating pigs, I'm so arrogant."

"I know, I know, how can I not know what my lady likes to eat?"

"Bad guys... know frivolous all day long."

I quietly went from Xiaolianzhuang to the county town, and got on a firewood ox cart. The spring breeze was blowing along the way.

Although this county town is far from comparable to the flower clusters of Nanjing, it is one of the important towns in the capital. Whether it is prosperity or population, it is not comparable to other towns. Song Beiyun often comes here, so he is very familiar with it. He first bought a few pancakes, then weighed three taels of lamb, and then plunged into the alley.

After kicking open a half-covered wooden door, he saw a fat guy on the bed lying in a quilt wrapped around him and sleeping soundly. Song Beiyun went up and lifted up the man's quilt.

Suddenly, the guy under the quilt suddenly woke up and raised his fist without saying a word and made a gesture to hit him. But after seeing clearly that the person coming was Song Beiyun, he immediately turned his fist into a slap and slapped him on the back of his head.

"Brother Song, why are you here?"

"I'm afraid you will die of sleep here." Song Beiyun threw the pancake and mutton in his hand on his face: "Eat quickly, I have something to do after I finish eating."

"Okay, okay, I'll dress now."

Although this man is a bit strange, he is one of the best ruffians in this county. He is the biggest. He relies on his strength to do scoundrels. He is already at the level of being willing to do something scoundrel even if the king of heaven comes, he dares to go up and slap him.

But such a rascal can be said to be respectful to Song Beiyun and can be beaten or kicked.

"It's my brother Song who knows how to love others. As soon as I eat this pancake, I know it's from Aunt Hu's house. It's delicious!"

"Stop saying disgusting words to me." Song Beiyun leaned against the door: "How much do you know about the son of the county magistrate's family?"

"You said that turtle?" Yang Niu'er looked disdainful: "It's not okay to be a martial artist without literature, that is, he has taken over a good father. If I had that good father, I would be the top scorer in high school this morning."

"Don't you bet on your mother's fart, you're the top scorer? How many of your big words do you know?"

"Hehe...hehe..." Yang Niuer smiled awkwardly: "Brother Song is talking about..."

Song Beiyun walked out with a broken pot and asked Yang Niuer's neighbor that bought a pot of hot water for three eldest sons. It was not that he had money to burn it, but that there was really nothing in the house where the broken thing was really available. He lost gambling a few days ago, and even the stove was sold by him. Only the broken quilt was left when his mother died. The family was already barely barred. If Song Beiyun had not spent seven cents of money to redeem him from the casino, he would have been cut off now and begged along the street.

"Hey, what does the county magistrate like on weekdays?"

"What else can I like, the white belly of a woman, the jingling big son and the oily pieces of meat." Yang Niuer pointed out with her fingers: "This kind of bad guy, bah!"

Song Beiyun thought it was like this. These things have not been removed from human daily behavior from ancient times to the present and even to the future. They can be said to be rooted in genetic preferences.

"Go to buy something for me later, let's have some fun."

"Okay! I will do whatever my brother says."

"You are twenty-two, don't call me brother, a bastard..."

Yang Niu'er smiled shamelessly and said, "That won't work. Brother rescued me from the gambling house. Then you are my brother. What do you want? Even if it is the stars in the sky, I will pick it for you."

"The dog licking cannot die well."

Yang Niuer: "???"

Song Beiyun sighed and sat on his broken bed: "Two pieces of wood wedges should be longer, a large wooden board and strips should be sealed around with wooden strips. If you have it in the carpenter's shop, you can order it quickly and ask for some fish glue. A few balls, the rounder the better, the better, there is a piece of beef tendon, which is in the craftsman's shop. If you take this money, you will think it will be rewarded for you."

After taking the money, Yang Niuer repeatedly remembered Song Beiyun's request several times, said goodbye and ran out.

In fact, Song Beiyun has a very interesting thing. Even A Qiao finds this strange, that is, he always succeeds in everything he does. Once A Qiao asked him the reason, and he said that the world is prosperous and profitable. As long as people can taste the sweetness, there is nothing in the world that cannot be bought.

Then, A Qiao asked a question that made Song Beiyun want to slap himself in the face, "If someone wants to buy me, how many eldest sons are you willing to sell." After he took a lot of effort to coax A Qiao, he no longer pretended to be in front of his girlfriend. This thinking loop is different, and many questions really cannot be explained.

Sure enough, the money-rich gangster is really efficient in doing things. In less than an hour, everything he wants will be placed in front of him. At the same time, he also saw Yang Niuer playing with a sharp little dagger in his hand.

"You bastard! If you give you money, you can buy these things? I asked you to keep them for food on weekdays, and you'll be fine!"

Song Beiyun was furious and kicked Yang Niuer on the butt. Yang Niuer, who was kicked, smiled a little embarrassedly: "Brother, this is not...didn't you like it?"

"Damn it!"

"Yes, yes, I'm a bastard. I'm definitely not afraid next time."

When he encountered such a good mess, what could Song Beiyun do? He was desperate, so he simply ignored the bastard and lowered his head to process the materials in front of him.

"Give me a dagger."

Yang Niuer squatted beside him and watched Song Beiyun carve and draw on the wooden board. Then he used fish glue to separate small ditches from the lower layer of the wooden board. Then he drilled many holes in the wooden board and inserted them into it.

"Brother, why did you make the good wooden boards look like this bad?"

"You know what's wrong, just look at it."

After many processing, Song Beiyun finally hung the wedge on the beef tendon and fixed the lower head on the wooden board. This became a simple spring device. Song Beiyun placed the pottery ball in front of the wedge and bounced it gently. The ball bounced out drippingly. This action continued to be repeated. While he was counting on the ground next to him, he muttered something in his mouth.

"This is interesting, my brother let me play with it."

"You come."

When this stupid man did this hard work, Song Beiyun focused on counting. When the speed of the spring pulling reached three hundred times, even Yang Niuer's arm became sore, he stopped.

Then he took a pen and kept writing numbers in the small grids. The plate was big enough that more than 30 grids were divided into them. Due to the uneven surface of the board and the interference of the wooden strips, the ball did not fall into the grid once for 300 times. He wrote five jin of money in the grid, while in the other grids, he wrote numbers of different sizes according to the number of times of 300.

"Brother...is this?"

After Song Beiyun finished working, he smiled softly: "I used to be cheated of a lot of money by this thing."

Yang Niu'er didn't know who could trick Song Ge'er, who was as smart as a god, but he knew that this plate was really interesting. If the bead would cost someone wherever it fell, it would be really exciting. He was already gambled, but now he was really furious when he saw this, and his hands were itchy.

"Half-hanging money once, two-hanging money five times, the biggest prize is five stakes." Song Beiyun rubbed his nose: "The youngest one is also one hundred sons."

"This is good, this is good! Fresh!"

"Hehe..." Song Beiyun pointed to the wooden plate: "Please carry it and go."

The two of them came to the downtown area. Although they were not as crowded as Nanjing City, there were still people coming and going, and the flow was endless.

When he arrived on the street, Song Beiyun spent five sons to buy a good place for beggars, and then asked Yang Niuer to bring two stones, sit down his butt, and then erected a sign next to it, with the top saying "Half-hanging money once and two-hanging money once and five times."

After a while, many idle men gathered around. After they learned the rules in a few words, they immediately began to try.

Some people win and some people lose. If you have good luck, you won a little, but you have bad luck. Song Beiyun doesn’t care. He will definitely win anyway...

Soon, the place was surrounded. Although Song Lu Shang couldn't help gambling, most of the wives at home were fierce. Although this novel thing was simple and exciting, the loser was also frightened.

Whenever you gamble, there will be people watching. After a while, the crowd will hear the sound of Zhongzhongzhong from time to time, which is very lively. Even the yamen runners who are inspecting can't help but come here for a few tricks.

Not to mention, he actually won two five-spoke prizes in the morning, but Song Beiyun was very tough and gave the money to others with a smile. This made the atmosphere in the crowd even more lively. Those who won five-spoke prizes were even more itchy and wanted to win more.

Even though Song Beiyun had in and out, his bag was still full of big sons.

"The gambler's psychology... is really." Song Beiyun sighed: "If you win, don't play."

"Brother, are you afraid you can't afford to lose?" The man who won the big prize but is still playing now looked at Song Beiyun and said, "Don't lose so much that he can cry."

"If you can win the probability, then I will kowtow to you." He muttered quietly, then raised his head and saw a few young men walking towards him in the distance. Their dress was unusual at first glance. He immediately poked Yang Niuer next to him with his arm, who was eating cakes and eating oily mouths: "Does there any prince from the county magistrate among those people?"
Chapter completed!