"That's right, that's right. It's a pity that we're all refugees and don't have title deeds or anything. Otherwise, I would have won even more!"
Second Uncle Ning, who was squatting on the road pretending to tidy up his pants, narrowed his eyes and fell into deep thought.
However, he did not know that the two "refugees" had suddenly disappeared after taking a few turns in the village.
After returning to the old residence, Second Uncle Ning rolled around for the entire night and could not sleep. The next day, when the villagers were in high spirits, working in the fields or fishing in the river, he took advantage of his parents' absence to enter their house. After coming out, he wandered to the county.
Yun Er went to the county office to report to his master when he saw Second Uncle Ning go to the pawnshop and brokerage. There was no pity on Rong Yan's thin face. "Let him be happy first, then…"