and the end to chap 110.....
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Although it’s deep into the night, but the town was really brightly lit, and those walking on the streets were mostly happy, but nine out of ten of them doesn’t look like respectable characters.
But Du Jiao Jiao’s appearance now, is very respectable. She is dressed up as a poor scholar who looks like he’s got not much money, but a lot of flair. Naturally Bai Kai Xin can only be her follower.
Du Jiao Jiao chose to take a seat at a stall selling noodles, and ordered a bowl of noodles, a braised egg and a plate of braised beef. Bai Kai Xin can only stand at the side and watch.
The boss of the noodle stall is an old man, and as he cooked, he tried to make conversation, “Are you gambling as well?”
Du Jiao Jiao smiled and asked, “Have you ever seen the two persons who opened the gambling den?”
That old man sighed, “Those two are mad, especially the skinny one. When he’s not gambling, he looked as if his father had just died, a look of despair on his face, but once he gambles, he is immediately energetic. This time he has gambled for three days and night.”
Du Jiao Jiao asked, “Can they afford to lose?”
That old man replied, “It seems that they brought with them two huge carriages of silver. If the ancestors have not done anything wrong, would their family have a wastrel like him.” That old man was really polite in his conversation, so polite that it makes one feel good.
As they spoke, they have followed a few people to the only inn in the town. The inn was not very large, and now it’s almost bursting to the seams. Xuanyuan San Guang’s gambling den is right in this inn.
Du Jiao Jiao walked over, and everywhere there were people squeezing and pushing one another. She has never been tall, so she can’t even see where Xuanyuan San Guang is. But she finally heard Xuanyuan San Guang’s voice.
Someone laughed loudly and shouted, “Ge Lao Zi (Old Man Ge), will you sons of turtles come up one by one, any more squeezing and even your egg yolks will be squeezed out.” Du Jiao Jiao have not heard his voice for twenty years, but once she head the words ‘Old Man Ge’, she knew with certainty it must be Compulsive Gambler.
(Ge Lao Zi: A slang used in Si Chuan. Somewhat like an exclamation.)
Du Jiao Jiao rolled her eyes, pulled Bai Kai Xin to the side and suddenly sealed the acupoints of the two people in front of them. They collapsed without a sound, and the others did not even take a look towards their direction. Du Jiao Jiao actually stood on top of these two people. And so she finally saw Compulsive Gambler Xuanyuan San Guang.
They are gambling on ‘odds and evens’ now, and on the table, there was a white piece of cloth, with a black line drawn in the middle of the cloth, odd is on the left side, even on the right.
Once the dice is shown, if it’s ‘odds’ then those who bet on ‘evens’ would kowtow and slap their buttocks. Such method of gambling, is really simple and easily understood, and very exciting as well.
Half of his cloths have slid down his body, his hair messy as well, but he just used a dirty and smelly towel to wrap his head, his whole face oily, his eyes bloodshot, looking exactly like a butcher.
In front of him were some meat buns, obviously not only did he not sleep, but there’s no time for meals as well, and only a bite was taken out of that bun. He looked totally disheveled, but his face is full of joy, and his voice may have become hoarse, but he’s still roaring at the top of his lungs.
Du Jiao Jiao stared at a person next to Xuanyuan San Guang, and Bai Kai Xin finally followed her gaze and took a look. This person is really dark and skinny, his appearance ugly, but his bloodshot eyes looked bright.
Xuanyuan San Guang shouted, “Sons of turtles, place your bets quickly, I’m going to open.” On both sides of the tables, bets were placed, some betted with a few copper coins, some with two stones, some even wrote a few words on a tattered piece of paper. At the side of the table, there were two who were still kowtowing, obviously they lost too much.
Xuanyuan San Guang shook a broken bowl in his hands, the dice rolling about in the broken bowl, the dark and skinny man staring at the side, his forehead sweating. Suddenly Xuanyuan San Guang roared, “Open!” and with a ‘bang’ the broken bowl was lifted from the table.
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