Chapter Fifteen: A Bountiful Harvest

  Yang Bo smiled and pulled out some paper rolls with crosses drawn on them from his pocket, and threw them in while shaking the pen holder before the lottery drawing.

  There were at least several dozen to over a hundred people surrounding and watching, even if half of them paid for a try, with each person trying twice, he would have earned more, not to mention that this time's small high cháo was even more stimulating to them, and each person tried more than just twice?

  In this way, amidst Yang Bo and Tie Niu's hoarse shouts, the place in his arms where he was holding the silver began to feel heavy.

  The pen holder can hold at most a hundred or so sheets of paper each time, and if compressed, it can hold more than two hundred. When it's almost empty, Yang Bo takes advantage of the opportunity to drink water to hastily write some more and add them in while shaking. The stack of yellow paper he had borrowed from a blind fortune teller at the East Gate was almost used up, and Yang Bo knew it was time to end.

  The last two bags of rice were finally taken away.

  When a fat aunt shouted and pointed the paper roll at everyone, another bookworm with a vegetable-colored face also became excited and started shouting wildly, and the scene instantly reached its climax.

  The consecutive winning situation also made those who didn't win feel regretful, after all, the winners were neighbors, and apart from feeling envious and jealous, they could only lament that their luck was really bad. Many people secretly made up their minds to sleep separately with their wives tonight, and tomorrow morning they would go to the nearby temple to worship the Bodhisattva.

  Three lucky winners' excited words filled the scene with harmony and interaction. A person who insisted that Yang Bo and his friends were cheaters was spat in the face by a fat aunt, and several die-hard guys still wanted to touch again. Yang Bo looked at the remaining dozen or so paper rolls at the bottom of the pen holder with a speechless expression: "The prizes are all gone, what are you still drawing for?"

  "Everyone, good luck for tomorrow, good luck! Let's disperse, okay? It's all dispersed... Yang Bo smiled like a flower and occasionally whispered in someone else's ear: "It's okay if you didn't win today, see? The shopkeeper has already prepared everything. All the rice in the store is a bonus, and there's another good news that must not be told to others! To reward those who didn't win, tomorrow one silver coin can be used for an extra draw, I'm only telling this to you... Disperse, disperse, good luck for tomorrow..."

  Boss Jia nodded somewhat woodenly, the fervent gaze of his neighbors as they departed made him feel a little frightened in his heart. Looking at the messy yellow paper on the ground, he still hadn't come to his senses yet.

  "Shopkeeper, the silver and goods are all settled. We'll take our leave now?" Yang Bo smiled and bowed to Jia Wangcun "Also, please trouble yourself to clean up the storefront."

  Boss Jia nodded subconsciously, then suddenly felt uneasy and returned a courtesy: "This... is the guest leaving? He vaguely felt that something was wrong, it would be best to send these two people to the government office to feel at ease. But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't keep them here, could he? They had already paid the money, and even the interest...

  Yang Bo smiled: "Boss, my brother will come to buy rice tomorrow. Tomorrow, I'm afraid we'll have to book ten stones..."

  It's fine as long as Mingri comes back, and when Manager Jia heard Yang Bo's words, he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

  He has to report this matter to his master tonight and ask for his master's opinion. As for the interest, he can hide it if possible, and if not, he will honestly tell his master about it. For Manager Jia, making money is a small matter, and living a peaceful life is the most important thing.

  Yang Bo and Tie Niu slowly left Fu Ji Rice Store with their backs bent, they wanted to walk faster, but unfortunately, after a busy day, not even a grain of rice had entered their stomachs, where did they get the energy?

  All the way, people kept waving to them, all of whom were neighbors who had just drawn lots. The owner of a cooked meat shop even wrapped some braised pork head in lotus leaves and brought it over. Even if Yang Bo's face was thicker than a wall, he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He took out some loose silver coins from his pocket and resolutely stuffed them into the hands of the cooked meat shop owner. The owner obviously didn't expect this result, and he walked away with gratitude, holding the silver coins.

  Feeling the warmth of the braised pork head in his arms, Yang Bo patted Tie Niu's shoulder with a sigh: "They're all good people, don't they know that the silver I just returned to him was originally theirs?"

  Tie Niu smiled foolishly, and Yang Bo chuckled and said, "Tie Niu, your big brother isn't a good person. If you follow me, you'll eventually learn to be bad..." Tie Niu suddenly lifted his head, his face flushing red as he said seriously, "Big Brother Yang is a good person!"

  "Huh?" Yang Bo found Tie Niu's overreaction strange "Who said Brother Yang is a good person?"

  "I don't know, but I just feel this way..." Tieniu muttered.

  Yang Bo thought for a moment, then gently patted Tie Niu: "I said I'd take you to eat meat. Now let's find a place and count the money to go eat!" Tie Niu heard this and suddenly cheered, quickening his pace.

  As he was walking, a tattered beggar suddenly changed direction and rushed straight into Yang Bo's arms. Before his bony hands could even retract, he felt a searing pain in his wrists as if they were being crushed by an iron clamp.

  The beggar lifted his head, a pair of eyes staring coldly at him!

  Yang Bo held up the beggar's wrist, his heart bursting with rage: "Is it easy for me to earn two coins? This is still warm in my pocket..."

  The beggar was obviously a bit stubborn, not only did he not apologize, but he continued to struggle and twist. Yang Bo's anger surged up, and with one swift motion, he kicked the beggar out. The beggar rolled twice before scrambling to his feet and running away in a cloud of dust. Yang Bo's anger still hadn't dissipated, so he chased after him for two steps before giving up and slapping his hands together in frustration.

  He is now a wealthy man and doesn't need to argue with a beggar.

  Yang Bo was a hapless commuter in his past life, almost every day he could see thieves committing crimes in various ways. Just now when the beggar suddenly changed routes, it had already triggered his vigilance. This little thief was obviously still a novice, such a clumsy action could get money would be a strange thing.

  "Can't you be more professional as a thief?" Yang Bo spat on the ground in disgust. At this time, who dared to take his money, unless they stepped over his corpse to get it, Yang Bo was really scared and starving.

  He also has a problem, he is one of those sensitive people, and if someone gets close to him, his hair stands on end. I remember in the past, after working overtime for a long time, he found an opportunity to go to a famous blind massage therapist in the city to relax, but unexpectedly, as soon as the blind master touched him, Yang Bo let out a loud scream.

  The blind man pinched twice and stopped. "Brother, this store is a regular massage parlor. You're yelling like that, scaring away customers..."

  The blind man not only didn't take the money, but also gave Yang Bo ten yuan and sent him out with great respect. So the little thief put his hand into Yang Bo's pocket, for him it was no different from daylight robbery.