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Subconsciously, Yang Mei felt that the words of the gangster were not credible.

But Song Xiaodao's eyes were earnest, and there was some inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

Yang Mei didn't know why a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy would have such deep and complicated emotions, she just felt that this person had a story to tell.

"The old lady can leave now?" Yang Mei said in a calm voice.

Song Xiaodao squinted his eyes and smiled, nodded and said, "Naturally."

As he spoke, he raised his chin, motioning for the skinny young man who had just brought Yang Mei to send her out.

"Please, old lady...cough..." Under Song Xiaodao's warning, the skinny boy immediately turned his tongue and changed his address, "Ms. Ma!"

Yang Mei put all her own money into her purse, and the remaining ten taels were just won from Song Xiaodao.

Yang Mei is not going to take this money.

She didn't want to have anything to do with these bums.

Song Xiaodao has fierce eyes, Yang Mei doesn't think his money is so easy to get.

"Ms. Ma, what does this mean?" Song Xiaodao's eyes turned cold.

Does she dislike her money for being dirty?

Yang Mei saw him changing his face like flipping through a book, and felt more and more that this guy was moody.

"The old lady returned all the money to Brother Song.

Today's game against each other was originally a game, and it was pure luck that the old woman won.

After taking this money, the old woman would not be able to make a fortune, but felt uneasy.

A gentleman loves money and gets it in a proper way. Although an old woman is not a gentleman, she can follow the right way for every cent she earns.

This silver is obtained for nothing, so it cannot be taken away. "

After saying this, Yang Mei put her back on her back with a faint smile, and walked towards the exit of the casino.

Song Xiaodao looked thoughtfully at the dozen taels of silver left on the gaming table, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.

Ma Fugui, who witnessed this scene with his own eyes, was both pained and angry.

The former uncle won more than a dozen taels of silver, but in the end she didn't take any money and returned all of it to others.

Is this stupid?

He didn't take the silver he got for nothing.

Farmers plan food in the fields, and they can't save this amount all year round!

Wouldn't it be comfortable to eat and drink spicy food with these silver coins?

Peasant mud legs still pretend to be thirteen pretending to be a gentleman?I bother!

If you really don't want the ten taels, it's okay to give him the silver?Why do you want to be cheap for outsiders?

Ma Fugui clutched his chest, almost fainting from anger.

Thinking that he still owed five taels of silver to the gambling house, Ma Fugui's mind became active, and he couldn't care about anything else.

He licked his face and took a few steps forward, pointing to the large amount of broken silver that Yang Mei left on the gambling table and said with a chuckle:

"Little brother, I am related to Mrs. Ma, she is my uncle.

Well, my aunt has a problem here.

What she said just now that she doesn't want money is just nonsense!

Life is hard at home, and the children can't get enough to eat.

I will collect the silver for her and bring it back to her family, so that the children in the family..."

Before Ma Fugui could finish telling the lie, Song Xiaodao directly kicked Ma Fugui hard in the heart.

Ma Fugui was kicked out, screamed, and rolled on the ground clutching his chest.

Song Xiaodao stepped forward a few steps and stepped on Ma Fugui's cheek.

"What are you? Are you worthy of being related to her?"

Seeing that Song Xiaodao misunderstood him, Ma Fugui hurriedly explained vaguely: "Don't hit, don't hit!

I am really Mrs. Ma's own nephew.

Her man and my father are brothers, dear. "

Song Xiaodao withdrew a little bit of strength from his feet, and looked at Ma Fugui who was struggling and wriggling like maggots on the ground with a playful face, "Why doesn't it look like me at all?

Brothers, what do you think? "

Several of Song Xiaodao's followers gathered around one after another, echoing as if they were watching a monkey show: "It really doesn't look like it at all."

"Hmph, this bastard is blindly recognizing his relatives, he clearly wants to fish in troubled waters."

"Hey, don't take a pee and look in the mirror, how stupid are you to think of us brothers?

Brother Xiaodao dares to take money! "

Under Song Xiaodao's signal, Ma Fugui was dragged to the back alley of the gambling house by a few followers, and a good fight was inevitable.

What happened here, Yang Mei knew nothing about it.

After she came out of Changsheng Casino, she went directly to the calligraphy and painting shop where her youngest son Ma Jili worked.

Outside the shop, Yang Mei saw Ma Jili carefully arranging books beside the bookshelf.

Although we hadn't seen each other for two days, Ma Jili seemed to have become a lot more stable.

The appearance of the young man is clean and well-behaved, and being in this environment of calligraphy, painting and ink fragrance, it adds a bit of elegance and clarity.

This kid, if he is willing to study hard, even if he can't get into the imperial examination like his third brother Ma Shuming, if he soars into the sky, it will be a different situation in the future, right?

As the saying goes: All things are inferior, only reading is high!

It is a pity that Ma Jili gave up after reading books for so many years.

However, Yang Mei is already very content to bring this guy back from the path of a pathological gambler.

She stood quietly outside for a moment, intending to leave quietly.

I don't want to be discovered by another boy who sent the guests out.

"Ma'am, are you here to see Ji Li?"

The young man recognized Yang Mei, came up to say hello with a smile, and then shouted to Ma Jili in the shop: "Ji Li, your mother is here."

Ma Jili was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look out, and ran towards Yangmei like the wind under his feet.

"mother......"

Seeing the sparkle in the eyes of the youngest son when he saw him, where is the shadow of when he yelled at her angrily, 'You are not my mother'?

Yang Mei said to herself in her heart, she is still a child!

She is now an old woman who is a mother and a grandmother, what are you doing with the children so much?

Yang Mei squeezed out a kind smile, stepped forward two steps, patted Ma Jili's head, and asked, "Aren't you angry with your mother?"

Ma Jili shook his head and said 'no'.

Thinking of what I said to my mother that day, I added awkwardly: "Mother, I'm sorry, I was wrong that day."

In fact, Ma Jili was very angry when he ran away, but when he came back to the painting and calligraphy shop later, he was not angry at all when he heard that his mother had bought moon cakes and left them for him.

Yang Mei smiled a little deeper, and asked him if lunch was over.

Ma Jili replied: "Not yet, some books and picture albums came this morning, I think Shuanzi and I have to tidy up and entertain guests, and we have been busy until now.

Mother, did you come to town to see me today? "

"Mother came to Sixi Bakery to sell two pastry recipes today, so I stopped by to see you." Yang Mei told her son the truth in a low voice without hiding it.

Ma Jili looked surprised, and he blinked and asked Yang Mei: "Mother, didn't you learn this pastry recipe from the old fairy in your dream?"

Yang Mei patted Ma Jili on the head, praised 'smart', and even helped her mother figure out the source.