Chapter 181 - 33
Run Sheng was happily riding ahead, feeling that the blue sky, white clouds, fields, and irrigation channels were all so beautiful at this moment.
Ever since he could remember, every time his grandfather would say to him:
"Marquis Runsheng, Grandpa is going to play cards, if I win some money, I’ll buy you meat to eat tonight!"
Initially, Run Sheng really looked forward to it; later, every time he heard this, he would immediately run to the rice bin to check if there was enough rice left to cook a pot that could stand chopsticks upright for both of them in the evening.
Today, Run Sheng finally realized that playing cards... could actually win money.
The "home-schooling" he received over a long period almost made him feel that playing cards was similar to making offerings to the Buddha during festivals, as a kind of sacrifice.
In contrast, the expression on Li Zhiyuan sitting behind was not as beautiful.
Under his feet was a bag of money, including coins and wrinkled bills, both new and old; although not a vast sum in absolute terms, it was enough to start a small workshop behind Grand Master’s house considering the current prices and labor costs in the countryside.
Occasional good luck in card games is normal, who doesn’t eat a meal of dumplings during the New Year?
Essentially, this is still a probability issue.
But when a series of luck strikes in quick succession, the issue gradually shifts from probability to mysticism.