In truth, it was not that they were unafraid of Qin Baoshu and the others. They were simply nearly seventy years old already, at the age of waiting to die. They could not run. Even if Qin Baoshu and the others were bandits, there was nothing they could do about it.
Qin Baoshu and the others completely ignored the old men as well.
As Qin Baoshu's group was leaving, a white-haired old man behind them showed a trace of surprise in his eyes. He suddenly said, "How can I be seeing those three boys from Old Qin's family coming back?"
The old men beside him did not believe him at all.
"You old fool, can you still see clearly at your age? You must be mistaken!" another old man beside him said.
His words won the agreement of many old men, who all mocked him.
Hearing his companions, doubt flashed through the old man's eyes. He secretly thought, Was I really mistaken? Sigh, I truly am old...
Once that thought crossed his mind, the old man paid the matter no further attention. He lay lazily where he was with the other old men, basking in the sun as though the conversation just now had exhausted all his strength.
At that moment, Zhang San and Qin Baoshu's group arrived at his doorstep. What they saw left them stunned.
His home, which should have been empty, was now packed with people.
Three or four large tables had been set up in the courtyard, and red-faced gamblers crowded around them, waving silver in their hands.
"Place your bets! Big or small, anything can happen, but watching won't make you rich, so hurry up!" At the head of each table, a banker shouted incessantly. Yet the gamblers around them had already gone red-eyed, completely