Chapter 998

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

"Whatever!"

Zhong Jianguo answered with a laugh, "First time I bought, I just picked a number at random, and then I actually won!"

Wang Zhanggen thought for a moment, then said:

"Then I'll buy number 52!"

As soon as he said this, quite a few people at the scene laughed out loud.

The bald man responded with a laugh:

"Mark Six only has 49 numbers, there's no number 52!"

Wang Zhanggen's face showed some embarrassment; he knows nothing, and felt a bit ashamed.

So he hurriedly said:

"Then I'll buy number 49, that should be fine, right!"

"Sure sure sure, no problem, I'll write you a ticket right now!"

Wang Zhanggen paid two yuan, and the bald man wrote him a receipt.

Next comes patient waiting.

Have to wait until nine thirty for the draw.

During the wait, everyone gathered together chatting, one sentence here one sentence there, all laughing cheerfully.

Zhong Jianguo had already blended right in with them.

Wang Zhanggen smoked a cigarette on the side.

Yang Xiaocai walked over:

"Wang Zhanggen, isn't your son successful now, why are you still smoking such lousy cigarettes! Daqianmen cigarettes, even I don't smoke them!"

Wang Zhanggen glanced at his own cigarette, let out a cold snort:

"I just like the taste of Daqianmen, is that not allowed? This taste is rich, it's not something ordinary cigarettes can compare to!"

Actually he also felt a bit ashamed.

These cigarettes are too cheap, three fifty a pack.

Indeed no face.

But he really is used to smoking this brand.

Yang Xiaocai laughed cheerfully, took out tobacco and rolling paper, placed the tobacco on the paper, licked the paper with his mouth, then skillfully rolled it up, and lit it with a match.

"My rolled cigarette has an even richer taste than Daqianmen!"

Yang Xiaocai laughed cheerfully.

Wang Zhanggen felt Yang Xiaocai was mocking him, making him lose face, so he put on a long face and said:

"Yang Xiaocai, my wife said when you went to my house to borrow salt yesterday, you conveniently stole a bottle of peanut oil, is that true?"

Wang Zhanggen was deliberately exposing Yang Xiaocai's shortcoming.

Who told Yang Xiaocai to laugh at him for smoking Daqianmen?

He's just like that, usually quite generous and heroic, but as soon as it involves his own face, he immediately becomes petty.

"I didn't! Why would I steal your oil, your oil isn't worth any money!"

Yang Xiaocai denied it with a hard mouth.

But that guilty look of his had already betrayed him.

The surrounding villagers all pricked up their ears listening.

More gossip again.

"If not you, then was it a mouse that stole it?"

Wang Zhanggen questioned like this.

Yang Xiaocai hurriedly nodded:

"Right right right, it must have been a mouse that stole it, a mouse stealing oil, nothing more normal than that!"

Wang Zhanggen couldn't help laughing out loud:

"A mouse stealing oil is normal, but if a mouse steals oil and even carries off the oil bottle, that would have to be a spirit! I reckon you're that mouse spirit! I heard long ago you buy Mark Six, buying until you can't even afford oil and salt!"

Yang Xiaocai's face flushed red from holding it in.

Wang Zhanggen exposing his shortcoming in front of so many people, made him lose so much face!

Wang Zhanggen said at this time:

"You stole it, just admit it, I'm not asking you to return it, it's just a bottle of oil, I'll give it to you!"

Yang Xiaocai heard Wang Zhanggen's words, and only then did his inner heart relax a breath.

But he still kept a hard mouth:

"I really didn't steal your oil, I just borrowed it to use, I'll return it to your house in two days!"

As soon as he said this, everyone at the scene laughed out loud.

The matter of Yang Xiaocai stealing oil quickly spread from the bald man's house to several nearby villages.

Later, if any family's man got addicted to Mark Six or gambling, the wife would use Yang Xiaocai as an example to admonish:

"You insist on gambling until you're like Yang Xiaocai, can't even afford oil and salt, have to go steal, only then will you be willing, right!"

Before long, it was nine thirty in the evening.

The time for the draw had arrived.

The bald man made a phone call, obtained the winning numbers for this period from his supplier, and then announced to everyone:

"The number drawn tonight is, number 29!"

Wang Zhanggen had bought number 49, and did not win.

This made him feel completely uninterested.

This Mark Six lottery thing, it's just like that!

Zhong Jianguo didn't win either.

His mood was somewhat disappointed.

But he soon laughed it off.

After all, he was just playing around.

It was Yang Xiaocai, on the other hand, wearing a long face:

"It shouldn't be, I studied the Gangdao Cat Carrier, how come I still didn't win? This Gangdao Cat Carrier couldn't be fake, right!"

Yang Xiaocai grabbed the villager who had shown him the code report and questioned him.

That villager also had a face full of depression:

"Don't look at me like that, I didn't win either. I picked up this code report on the street in town, I don't know if it's real or fake either!"

Yang Xiaocai immediately wore a face of regret:

"It's definitely fake, otherwise it's impossible not to win! Too hateful, who throws fake code reports on the street! Made me lose another ten yuan tonight!"

Tonight Yang Xiaocai spent ten yuan, bought ten numbers he himself thought were very likely to win, one yuan each, he thought this way was absolutely foolproof, this period would definitely win without a doubt!

As a result, his luck was poor, he bought that many numbers, yet still didn't win!

In a blink, another two days passed.

The winter atmosphere grew stronger and stronger, the weather colder and colder.

Rural people became even more idle.

After all, in winter there's no need to plow fields.

Wang Zhanggen came again to the bald man's side to join the fun.

In the bald man's courtyard, a large bonfire was burning.

A group of middle-aged and elderly people, surrounded the bonfire warming their hands.

The bald man greeted them very enthusiastically.

He even took the initiative to bring out several sweet potatoes, letting everyone roast and eat them.

Yang Xiaocai took the initiative to busy himself roasting sweet potatoes.

As a result, the sweet potatoes were only half-cooked when he couldn't wait to take them out and taste.

After taking a bite, discovering they weren't fully cooked, he cursed and grumbled:

"What kind of sweet potato is this, why is it so hard to cook? Half-cooked sweet potatoes are really unpalatable!"

But although his mouth said so, he ate in big mouthfuls.

It could be seen, he was truly hungry!

Yang Xiaocai also counts as a rural left-behind elderly.

He originally had a wife, but a few years ago she left.

Not passed away, just the literal meaning, left.

His wife had followed him for many years, in recent years he became more and more lazy and gluttonous, and would beat his wife from time to time, his wife really couldn't stand him anymore, so she ran away.

Actually not only his wife couldn't stand him, his son Yang Jiahao, ever since he went out to work, besides Spring Festival, rarely came back.

One is because working outside he has no time, two is Yang Jiahao also despises this father of his.

This father of his, a thoroughgoing hoodlum, not only lazy and gluttonous, but also does some thieving things from time to time!

Before Yang Jiahao was still young, didn't feel there was anything, now grown up, has a sense of shame, so towards this dad of his is also very disgusted.

Usually it's his dad taking the initiative to ask him for living expenses, he rarely takes the initiative to call back and give his dad money.

So ever since He Dashu passed away, Yang Xiaocai has already unknowingly become Shangou Village's new generation of village guardian.

"Changgen, buying numbers again?"

The bald man saw Wang Zhanggen, immediately laughed and greeted him.

Because he knows, Wang Zhanggen has a lot of money, if he can pull him in, he can absolutely earn quite a bit!

Wang Zhanggen smiled politely:

"Not buying anymore, that thing is quite boring, not fun at all! I just came to join the fun!"

After the first time buying numbers and not winning, Wang Zhanggen lost all interest in Mark Six.

He even couldn't understand why so many villagers were addicted to it.

Perhaps if he had won the first time, he wouldn't have this kind of thought, just like Zhong Jianguo.

Can only say, perhaps it's heaven's favor towards him, letting him not win, thus avoiding the possibility of him falling step by step.

At this time Yang Xiaocai walked over, said to Wang Zhanggen:

"Brother Changgen, lend me ten yuan okay, wait for my son to send money back, I'll return it to you!"

Wang Zhanggen was somewhat speechless.

He didn't want to lend money to Yang Xiaocai, because he knows, if lent it definitely won't come back.

But not lending makes him seem stingy, after all it's just lending ten yuan.

Yang Xiaocai saw Wang Zhanggen delaying without speaking, then hurriedly said:

"Just lend it to me, I have a strong feeling I'm definitely hitting the numbers tonight!"