first-class champion

"Really, why is a pair of preserved eggs bigger than a pair of jacks? Why, what is the rule?" The person who spoke was Cheng Junyu, and this girl's face turned green after losing.

"A pair of a's... is bigger than your pair of preserved eggs." Yang Zhaoniang wiped off her sweat, her complexion not much better than that: "Why does this symbol read 'k'? It's so hard to recognize..."

Duan Mingyu sat under Yang Zhaoniang, his face was the sunniest, it was obvious that he was the big winner.

Duan Mingyu calmly threw out a pair of cards: "Hey, I'm sorry, I can control your pair of aces in one pair of twos!"

"I'm a pair of kings." Cheng Junyu's momentum in throwing cards was no longer the usual ladylike demeanor, very domineering and mighty.

Duan Mingyu smiled sinisterly, spread his hands, and said maliciously: "I'm sorry, I've run out of cards. Miss Junyu, sister Zhaoniang, I have accepted it..."

Yang Zhaoniang and Cheng Junyu looked at each other for a moment, took out a tael of silver, and reluctantly pushed it to Duan Mingyu's desk.

"Miss Junyu, how much do you owe me in total for playing 33 cards?" Cheng Junyu calculated with his fingers for a while: "Each card loses a tael of silver, and 33 hands is... 33 taels of silver!"

After thinking about it, Cheng Junyu slapped the table with surprise on his face: "I lost so much that my clothes were sweating. It turned out that I only lost more than 30 taels. Hehe, Zhuangyuanlang, come on!"

Duan Mingyu stared at him blankly and remained silent. More than 30 taels of silver is equivalent to half a year's salary of your old father, Cheng Zhiyuan.

Duan Mingyu's gaze made Cheng Junyu a little unconfident. He counted again with his fingers, and then puffed out his well-developed breasts confidently, and said confidently: "33 taels of silver, is there something wrong!"

Duan Mingyu shook her head and sighed, then slowly said: "This is a lot of money, Miss Jun Yu, who gave you courage and wisdom!"

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"My lord, have you forgotten that Mr. Cheng received a gift recently and got hand cramps, and his family wealth is already tens of thousands, besides, you also gave Mr. Cheng 10 taels of silver for the settling expenses." Wang Aiqing reminded without losing the opportunity.

Duan Mingyu slapped the table: "Master, you are a slapstick, so that's the way it is. If you fight back, it's my own money. No wonder, no wonder..."

Cheng Junyu covered his mouth with a smile and said, "Then, my lord, can we start over?"

"Oh, okay, Zhao Niang, shuffle the cards quickly." Duan Mingyu ordered without being polite at all.

Yang Zhaoniang shuffled the cards unwillingly, and kept mumbling why it was me again.

"Come on, officials, avenge the slave's family, and get rid of the shame." Wan Yanyan cheered for Duan Mingyu from the side.

Very good, Duan Mingyu is worthy of being our daughter-in-law, and she knows how to do a good job for my young master to encourage him back then.

Luck is like Feng Shui, it cannot be good forever.

Duan Mingyu's luck was like falling into a cesspit, the smell was so bad that it couldn't be any worse, in order not to let the money she won go to waste, Duan Mingyu had to temporarily change the rules of fighting landlords, of course, in fact, also It can be said to be nonsense, strictly speaking, it is also sloppy, regardless of the righteous words just now, saying that fighting the landlord is the same as being a human being, a brand is like a character, and only wretched people will be sloppy.

Therefore, Duan Mingyu can barely be regarded as an out-and-out wretched person.

Yang Zhaoniang triumphantly played two cards and read: "One pair of four!"

"A nine." Duan Mingyu played a card without blushing.

"Can one card control two pairs?" Yang Zhaoniang asked incomprehensibly.

Duan Mingyu patted his firm chest, and said confidently: "Of course I can control it, how much do two fours add up to?"

"It's equal to eight, what's the matter..." Yang Zhaoniang was even more confused.

"Who is bigger, eight or nine!"

"Of course it's...nine." Yang Zhaoniang's voice became smaller and smaller, thinking according to Duan Mingyu's thinking, she fell into the pit decisively.

Duan Mingyu continued to induce: "Well, that's right, nine can control eight, why can't one one four be controlled, ahem... do you have any opinions!"

"Oh, not anymore." Yang Zhaoniang shook her head, buried her head and continued to stare at the cards in her hand.

"Then continue. You have to abide by the rules when you play cards. It doesn't matter what your status is at the gaming table or what your relationship is with someone in Duan. Well, the more important thing is that you have to pay if you lose." At this moment, Duan Mingyu felt It's like standing on the moral high ground.

A lesson with a sense of justice to the two big girls, one big and one small, who has the final right to interpret Doudizhu, the result is basically no different from opening a cheat. I have to say that playing cards with this kind of person is simply nothing else A great calamity that one has to go through in one's life...

However, Yang Zhaoniang and Cheng Junyu are novices in the game world, and rookies in the landlord world are immersed in the novelty of fighting landlords, unaware of how wronged they are when they lose every hand.

In the end, the two girls kept losing as much as purses, but Duan Mingyu piled up a large pair of silver on the table. Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel good, the smile on his face bloomed like a chrysanthemum, and he didn't cheat at all. If you want to feel guilty, you have to have a brazen and noble integrity, and Hemu has the personality charm of going offline. Duan Mingyu has done a good job in this, very good.

"Next time, if I lose at cards with you, I will, I will..." Yang Zhaoniang raised her orchid fingers indignantly, and she couldn't fart for a long time.

"You can do whatever you want, little girl, what else do you want to do." Duan Mingyu said with a smile.

"Lose again... chop your hands!"

This is the last sentence Yang Zhaoniang dropped before leaving. When she left, she carried an anger that had no place to vent. Of course, she couldn’t take anything away except anger, because from now on, all the money Yang Zhaoniang lost will be named Duan up.

Duan Mingyu looked at Yang Zhaoniang's leaving back, sighed, her eyes were full of smiles, "With this IQ, you are not enough to chop even a thousand-handed Avalokitesvara..."

Flipping his right hand into the sleeve, a card that had been hidden for an unknown amount of time appeared miraculously between his two fingers, a 3, and with a flick of his hand, the card floated in the wind...

This fellow actually hid the cards. After Duan Mingyu threw the cards, he suddenly remembered that Wan Yanyan and Cheng Junyu hadn't left yet.

"Ah, son... you..." Duan Mingyu hurriedly

Duan Mingyu, who was as thick-skinned as a city wall, naturally reacted quickly, and said with a blunt smile: "Miss Junyu is making fun of me, cough, child, just play with her, just play. Why take it seriously!"

"Then, this money..."

"Oh, of course I have returned all of them to you..."