C3 Sisters

What the webmaster said sounded weird, and Luo Liang couldn't help but to think it was true. If it was a noun, then why did this sister look so much older than his brother? But if it was a verb, then how could his sister do it?

Luo Liang did not have a sister of his own, but the villagers had said that if any siblings caused any problems, they would be worse than pigs and dogs. Even cousins can't do it.

But this little sister actually called him "brother" and walked out of the row of bungalows. She obediently took his arm.

Luo Liang couldn't tell how old the woman was, he could only tell that her hot pants were very short and white, with a round inner part that looked very round. Then, a red leather belt was fastened so tightly that the black bodice on her upper body looked too small to cover up the curves and curves of the pants.

As for her face, Luo Liang felt that it was far from being as pretty as the Arts Council members in his class. It was a pity that the little girl would always circle around the Vice Village Chief's son, ignoring him.

"Brother, are they your friends? Welcome, everyone, come in and take a seat! "

She waved her hand and five or six girls came out of the room … Or a woman.

However, it seemed like there were too many monks and too few porridge. The number of women was at least half as many as the number of men who came. The deputy station chief immediately stepped forward and led everyone in saying, "Let's go, his father will treat you guys to wine!"

Hearing this, Luo Liang was puzzled. Why did he have to say that he was "his father"? What's more, Luo Liang heard something even more amazing. It said that a person's father told him to go buy wine, but he didn't go — in other words, it became 'My father told his father to buy wine, but his father just wouldn't go!'

It was hard to understand!

And this wine was hard to drink.

Luo Liang loved to drink. Although he could not explain his inner path, he knew one good thing — it was too astringent and strong. Drinking too much would easily make him drunk, and when he was drunk, he would have a headache for a day or two.

As expected, after drinking a few mouthfuls, Luo Liang felt that everyone had gotten hot. Then, a few of his workers brought some women out through the back door into the yard. Luo Liang believed they were too hot and needed a cool down.

Later on, Luo Liang realized that he had only guessed the first word in the word "cool"! This was because there were still rooms in the courtyard that were so small that they could only fit a single bed. The rooms inside gave people a refreshing feeling.

After that, the remaining people weren't bored anymore. There were still a lot of new things here.

This place was called Ancient Water City, but it was actually a street with one-story houses and one-story buildings on both sides.

On both sides of the street, there were many yellow and red signboards.

"Sister Kong, full set of services!"

Everything!

But most of them were small casinos situated in bungalows.

No matter how beautiful the women here were, they were just sparrows to him. Others could hit them however they liked, but he felt that such a sparrow was not worth wasting his bullets on.

There was actually a hidden bird in his heart — the Arts Council. Other than encountering a bird of this level, Luo Liang felt that he should hold his gun tight.

Fortunately, Zhang Bao didn't have the chance to find a sparrow. His brother only gave Zhang Bao five yuan, saying that he would buy some barbecue, and then Zhang Qiang left with a woman in his arms, forgetting to leave the big black rabbit in the sugar cane field.

"Let's go and try our luck!" Since he had nothing to do, Zhang Bao brought Luo Liang to the "Rooster Bao" that his sister had brought along.

This Rooster Bao was an extremely large wooden chest. One end of the chest was flat on the ground while the other end was leaning against the wall.

On the six sides were shrimp, tiger, turtle, elephant, goldfish and rooster. As long as a player pulled the string on top of the dice, the three dice would roll down into the bottom half of the chest. When the pattern on the face of the die hit, the dice would be taken back in two pieces.

His foster sister was smiling sweetly because Zhang Bao had already lost his only five yuan in the one minute that he had spent teaching Luo Liang how to play. Of course, this was not too much, because the other two men of the big Wenhua Village had already lost, and their expressions were as ugly as a pig's liver that had been left overnight!

Luo Liang looked in and counted. The bottom of the big box was littered with notes worth between one yuan and ten yuan. As for the bigger bills, they had been arranged into small piles by his foster sister and her assistant and placed in the innermost section.

"Play with small, play with small!" As they muttered, one of the two men ran out of money. He started to place his hopes on his companion, "Just come back and lend me ten yuan!"

Beside him, another man held the remaining fifty yuan note in both hands and folded it before placing it on the table. "Five yuan of roosters!"

When Luo Liang was about to pull the rope, he closed his eyes and heard a sweet smile from his foster sister. "Two elephants and a tiger. Kill them!"

The laughter grew sweeter and sweeter, and it set off the two men's increasingly bitter and vengeful faces. In their hands, the last remaining five-dollar bill was glued together with rice grains.

"You should bet on the shrimp!" Seeing them betting the last five yuan on the tiger, Luo Liang felt in his pocket, took out a one yuan note and straightforwardly threw it at the prawn.

"Gulp." After the three dice stabilized, there were indeed two shrimps on top of the dice, and the last one was an elephant.

"Hur Hur Hur, little brother, you're not bad. As long as your luck is good, we'll place more bets on you!" After losing two yuan from Luo Liang, the foster sister put away the five yuan bill stuck together with rice grains. She winked at Luo Liang and said, "Welcome boss, Code Bao. Welcome boss's impulsiveness!"

He was impulsive!

Luo Liang stared intently at the dice that had returned to the top and added the rest of the bet to the two one-dollar bills.

Then it would be strange. As long as it was a treasure he placed on her, there would be at least one die that would fulfill his wish.

Soon, a few ten-dollar bills appeared in front of him.

Thus, the smile on his foster sister's face began to fade. She wouldn't be able to earn much from such a small fight, not to mention that this brat's luck was too good. He wouldn't even be able to accompany her!

Soon, however, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on his foster sister's face: The big customer is back!

This was a little girl. The round cloth of her hot pants showed off her immature youth. Two holes had been deliberately made in her shiny leather clothing, and an American beret just happened to make up for her already "growing up" aura …

"You bet, I'll bet along with you!"

As she said this, the girl looked at the dice on top of Rooster Bao. Holding the stack of hundred-dollar bills in her hand, she looked like a brave warrior who was about to rush out of the trench with a steel spear.

There was no other reason – previously, she had left more than a thousand yuan behind in this stall of hers, and had then taken care of a street full of roosters as if they were benefits. She had lost quite a lot!

Looking at her oval face, Luo Liang thought of his literary and arts committee member. She was very beautiful!

But it's none of my business whether you're beautiful or not. At the very least, Luo Liang knew that he would not be in the same forest as him if he were to casually hold such a stack of birds.

With a faint smile, Luo Liang began to count his notes happily, "I'm not going to play anymore. You play by yourself!"

Luo Liang was not stupid or smart, but he was used to suppressing his intelligence to the point where he could be considered clumsy by others. In this way, he felt that this was one of the best conditions for burning a bag.

In fact, when he saw the two men pulling the rope and betting on the rooster, Luo Liang had already discovered a small trick: the weight of the die varied, so as long as he aimed at it, he would be able to predict exactly what the die face would be.

So he should make a small fortune, but not too much. After all, he still had a brother in the house.

Not to mention this, Luo Liang had already made plans in his mind: his sister's rooster pawn was his bank. As long as he didn't spend too much money every time, he could always spend some.

However, if this thought and trick were to be put into plain words, the bank would close down on Luo Liang!

However, before Luo Liang could finish counting the number of the tickets in his hand, the short deputy station chief walked out with a large bamboo smoke pot half his height.

"If you dare not play, your father will kill you today!"