Shennong Sequence

Chapter 80 Dealing with a Bad Gambler
After listening to a few words, Zhao Yun knew that it was his uncle and his parents at home.

However, the uncle Zhao Hanwen was seriously questioning his gambler father at this time: He owed the gambling house ten taels of silver, how should he pay it back?

Zhao Yun didn't know that this ten taels of silver was owed to the gambling house by his father when he lost the autumn tax.

Zhao Yun thought that it was his gambling father who went to the gambling house to gamble during the few days that Zhao Yun was in the garrison.

Then, Zhao Yun slowly walked into the yard.

The three people who were talking in the room suddenly stopped talking and looked towards the door.

Zhao Yun, dressed in brocade clothes, walked into the house.

Moreover, in just a few days' time, Zhao Yun's muscles had grown stronger and his complexion became rosy and shiny, as if he had become a different person.

"My son, is that you? Were you appreciated by the noble? But when Zhao Liang came back a few days ago, he said that you had angered the noble and were demoted to raise horses..."

Yue Cui'e staggered, stood at the door, and stretched out her rough and cracked hands, as if they had gone through countless hardships.

His fingers trembled slightly, expressing his worry and expectation for his son.

"Mom, I just went to the guard post for a few days, how come you don't recognize me?"

Yue Cui'e looked at the brocade clothes on Zhao Yun with her cloudy eyes. She was afraid that the rough calluses on her hands and the cracks from dryness would scrape off the silk threads on the clothes.

Zhao Yun reached out and patted his mother's hand.

Then, he took a heavy note of Zhao Liang in his heart.

He wanted to see if this bastard Zhao Liang could successfully survive the war-level tribulation of entering the Dao when he was really dragged to the battlefield and faced those barbarians!

In short, Zhao Yun was very unhappy with his fellow townsman Zhao Liang.

"I really have never been appreciated by nobles. But after I went to raise horses, I was lucky enough to become a small manager. Now I can live a worry-free life."

Then, Zhao Yun looked into the room and saw his reserved gambler father.

After Zhao Yun entered the ranks, he naturally had an aura of power. Coupled with the saying "clothes make the man, and gold makes the Buddha", he was even more feared to be underestimated.

"When I was forced to go into exile, the remaining three taels of silver in this house were given to my mother. How did you steal it and go to that casino and lose ten taels of silver? In addition, when you wrote the IOU, what was the collateral?"

Zhao Hanxiang saw his son coming up and being aggressive. As a father, he should have been more dignified...

But when he saw how beautiful Zhao Yun's clothes were, and Zhao Yun said that he was the manager, he, as a father, felt a little insecure.

"I, I have been at home these days and have not dared to go out. I owed the gambling house ten taels of silver, and it was before the autumn tax was paid.

At that time, I thought that since I had already lost all the money from the autumn tax, I would have no money when I returned, and I would end up being exiled anyway, I might as well make one last desperate effort.

If we win, everyone will be happy.

If we lose, the worst that can happen is that the whole family will be sent into exile.

It's impossible for the gambling house in the county to travel thousands of miles to the border army to ask me for the ten taels of silver, right?
I just didn’t expect that I couldn’t stop myself, and in the end I still lost completely…”

"So, you still have the courage to fight to the death?" Zhao Yun said sarcastically.

Zhao Hanxiang heard the hidden meaning of Zhao Yun's words, leaned his body, lowered his head, and dared not look at Zhao Yun. But in the end, he thought that he was Zhao Yun's father, and what could his son do to him?

Then he said awkwardly, humming:
"How dare I burn my boats? I just want to take another gamble, win back my capital, and let you and your daughter live a good life..."

Zhao Yun's eyelids twitched, and he suppressed his anger and wanted to beat someone.

This reason can only be described as the best!

But his mother Yue Cui'e didn't tolerate Zhao Hanxiang and directly confronted him: "You, a gambling addict, ruined our good life. And when have you ever won a bet? Your rotten hand should be chopped off!"

Yue Cui'e clearly remembered the ferocious look on the old gambler's face when he snatched money from her and forced her and her son to be exiled to the frontier!

You really can't believe a single word that this old gambler says.

Moreover, if he hadn't considered his son's future, he should have divorced the old gambler when he went to the garrison to serve as a soldier that day...

Zhao Hanxiang ignored his wife's words. Instead, he felt a little uncomfortable with Zhao Yun's close gaze and stammered, "What are you doing?"

"The ten taels of silver IOU was used to mortgage our last few acres of land and this house...

The debt collectors from the gambling house came to our house yesterday and asked us to pay the money within three days. I think the debt collectors from the gambling house will come again tomorrow. When the time comes, you will see whether you can get the money even though you are the manager..."

Zhao Hanxiang saw that his son seemed to be getting rich now. The brocade clothes he was wearing could be sold for at least five or six taels. Could he buy it and use it to pay off his gambling money?
When Zhao Yun saw Zhao Hanxiang looking at his clothes, he knew what Zhao Hanxiang was planning.

"I don't have the money to pay your gambling debt.

Since you have mortgaged those acres of land and this house, when winter comes, you will be left alone in the cold wind. "

As soon as Zhao Yun said this,
Zhao Hanxiang suddenly became anxious.

What’s the matter? As a son, you don’t care about your father anymore?
"You, I'm your father, you can't just ignore me, right? Also, you see, I haven't been to the gambling house in the county town to gamble these past few days.

I'm quitting gambling, I'm quitting!

Big brother, and Cui'e, can you guys help me talk to Yun'er too?"

"You said you didn't go to gamble? It was your brother who dragged you back from outside the village..." Yue Cui'e directly dismantled Zhao Hanxiang's steps.

Zhao Yun was also so angry that he laughed, "I have been a soldier in the garrison for less than a month, how can I get my wages? Tell me, how can I take care of you? And where can I borrow the ten taels of silver? Who has so much spare money?

It just so happens that you love gambling, don’t you? Do you regard the gambling house as your home? I think it would be better to sell you to the gambling house, and live in the gambling house for the rest of your life…”

Zhao Hanxiang didn't want to fall into the hands of those ruthless people in the gambling house, so he eagerly defended himself:
"I, I don't want to gamble either. I just want to make a profit and bring back a lot of money so that my family can live a good life. But I didn't expect that I could never make a profit."

Zhao Yun shook Zhao Hanxiang's hand as he was about to pull him:

"Just keep your words to yourself. If you had been able to quit drugs in time in the early years, our family would still be able to live a good life."

"I wouldn't say that they were half-sold and half-given away to serve as soldiers in the garrison because they couldn't pay the taxes."

"Why are you looking so pitiful now?"

(End of this chapter)