龚竹疑惑:“还有这种说法?”

宋轻云点头.

Gong Zhu: "If you play one cent and one piece of money, you can win or lose two or three dollars in a game of mahjong, and you have to catch it?"

Song Qingyun: "Of course, the current two or three dollars may not be anything. In the first thirty or forty years, the monthly salary of ordinary workers was only a few dozen yuan, and the amount of two or three dollars was already huge. It depends on how the law enforcement agency calculated with you."

Gong Zhu's expression changed drastically and shouted to the people inside: "Please put away all the money and don't set it on the table. Do you think you have more money?"

Huang Ming argued with Song Qingyun as usual: "Sister Zhuhua, Song Qingyun is scaring you! Even if you are gambled, just bet. Well, we won't bet. Dear brothers and officials, let's just play Huanggu. One chip is a pound of Huanggu, right?"

Gong Zhu then realized: "Song Qingyun, are you determined to be unable to get along with me?"

宋轻云劝道:“赌博真的不好.”

He had an objection to the mahjong machine in the Zhuhua Xiaobuying Department. In order to play cards, the villagers had conflicts, and the couple had conflicts. What happened was really hard to describe.

Take something that happened some time ago. A family’s wife brought a bag of millet on a motorcycle to Gong Zhu to make rice.

Gongzhu’s convenience store has a rice mill, which is not expensive, only a few thousand yuan. Every time the villagers come to the rice and collect five yuan of electricity bills and machines to spend. Because it is an exclusive business, there are so many families in the village, and the business is pretty good.

After playing rice, the wife saw that someone beside her was playing Jinhua, and she couldn't walk. She tied her sleeves and squeezed them up. After two hours, not only did she lose all her pocket money, but she even lost the rice and bran she had just played.

After returning home, she couldn't explain it, so her man became angry, "Betting, and the bet was so that there was no rice at home. Are you still an individual?"

两口子打得头破血流.

到现在,那媳妇还在娘家不肯回来.

Song Qingyun has a slight moral obsession and has always wanted to persuade Gong Zhu not to let someone play cards at home. Unfortunately, for Liu Yonghua's sake, it is not convenient to say too much.

这里的风气如此,要想改变却难.

龚竹:“你管不着.”

"I'll just say it." Seeing that the joy next to me was calm, Song Qingyun said, "Sister Zhuhua, come two bottles of Coke, can't you charge me a high price, right?"

He didn't eat breakfast, was hungry and thirsty, so he just used Fatty Happy Water to replenish calories and moisture.

乐意:“我不喝,会胖.”

Song Qingyun disagreed: Sister, you eat so many snacks and have higher calories!

Gong Zhu: "If you don't sell, you are unhappy in your business. Could it be that you still force yourself to buy it?"

At this moment, there was a sound of engines, and Liu Yonghua's van was parked at the entrance of Xiaomai, and he went home.

I was happy to see Liu Yonghua as if he saw the backbone, and cried again: "Brother Yonghua, I'm always insulting women, you have to make the decision for me."

Liu Yonghua: "He insulted women, insulted you? Xiaoyi, you are a little girl, not a woman."

立即就把乐意逗笑了.

I was happy to talk about the events of the past two days and paintings.

Song Qingyun hesitated for a moment, but grabbed Lao Liu's teacup and fucked him.

After hearing this, Liu Yonghua asked again, who else except Lao Dian resisted the village cadre meeting?

I am happy to complain: "There are still three team captain Huang Ge'er, who jumps very high."
Chapter completed!