When Dawang was yelled at by him, he gritted his teeth and confessed, “The day we went to the County Town, I didn’t buy pancakes; I went to play poker with two Yuan.”
After finishing speaking, he bowed his head slightly, pleading guilty.
When Lin Lan came out, her focus was, “Then you two have gone hungry that day?”
Sanwang saw that his Eldest Brother had made a move, so he immediately jumped out and said, “No, we ate steamed stuffed buns.”
Lin Lan, “How did you pay for the buns?”
Lin Lan, “…” Oh, I forgot, I just thought that he must have lost when gambling. Who would have thought that he actually won?
Now, Sanwang was very bold, “My Eldest Brother is amazing— he won 5 Yuan with 1 Yuan. We bought fifteen big buns for 1 yuan! They were so delicious!”
These two brats won 5 Yuan and still used their mother’s money for buns, snort!
Oh no, I let the brats take me into the ditch. The point is that you shouldn’t gamble; it doesn’t matter whether he wins or loses!
Sanwang smacked his mouth, as if he was still missing the taste of the buns, “I wanted to bring you some to eat, but my Eldest Brother said it would reveal the contents, so we had no choice but to eat them all.”
Up to now, he thought that revealing the contents referred to the buns, but he didn’t expect that it was the reveal of his parents knowing about the gambling money.
Lin Lan looked around for something to beat the child with as Maisui handed her a broom.
Lin Lan immediately couldn’t bear it, so she quickly put it down.
Sanwang, “Mother is so kind, unable to bear the thought of hitting us.”
Lin Lan said with a cold expression, “…This is the broom your father just made; of course I can’t bear it! Bring me the stick!”
Xiaowang slipped the poplar stick over.
Lin Lan weighed it up, noticing that it was a little rough, “This is my favourite poplar stick and I don’t want to break it; give me something else!”
Erwang found some vitex stalks outside.
Sanwang suddenly said, “Second Brother, us brothers are siblings, so why the rush to strive for commendation?!”
Lin Lan, huh, in desperate times, his poem-reciting skills weren’t half bad.
It actually hurts to hit someone with a vitex stalk. When she used it against Yu Wuzi back then, she accidentally lashed herself as well and that hurt.
She searched the yard and pulled out a corn stalk.
She grinned grimly, “These are so thin, it’s not enough to hit him with! I need to find a thick one!”
Erwang pursed his lips and smiled. The corn stalks were dry and crispy inside, which meant that they would be folded as soon as they were used to beat Dawang. At worst, it would merely leave scratches.
Han Qingsong took the corn stalks from Lin Lan’s hand, put his arms around her waist and stroked her back, “Okay, don’t be angry, leave the beating to me.”
Dawang’s face changed suddenly.
Although his mother yelled loudly, seeing her change her weapon of choice one by one before finally settling on corn stalks was obviously due to the fact that she didn’t really want to hit him. She was probably worried that their father would hit Dawang too forcefully, which was why she opted to do it herself.
Now that father took the initiative to volunteer, it seemed that he was doomed.