As Mr. Xiong said, in less than half a day, Debel's obviously changed voice came from outside Mr. Na Jiu's house: "Na Jiu... Master, are you at home?"

Master Najiu, who was holding his breath and ignored him, only heard DeBeller's voice and suddenly widened his eyes: "Hey... is he really... coming to the door?"

He ignored Xiang Youbao and Nalan who had been comforting him, and Master Najiu raised his legs to the gate of the courtyard and pulled open the hidden courtyard: "Debeile, you are lucky!"

Wearing a wrinkled robe and jacket, all the eight small pieces hanging on your body on weekdays disappeared. De Beller, who had bruised eyes, bowed to Master Na Jiu and said, "Mr. Na Jiu... Master, you don't care about villains..."

Some of them looked at Debel who was bowing to him at a loss. Master Najiu stretched out his arms, not knowing whether to bow and return the greeting, or to quickly help Debel who bowed deeply: "Hey, my Debel, what are you saying...?"

With a look of panic, Deberel turned around and looked at the green gangsters following not far behind him. He trembled with his hands and took out a wrinkled loan note from his arms, and handed it to Master Na Jiu who was standing in front of him: "This is your loan note, please keep it! From now on, the accounts between us will be cleared, and each has nothing to do with it!"

Although he was full of doubts, after seeing the loan note handed over by Debel with both hands, Master Najiu still couldn't help but reach out and took it, subconsciously said to Debel: "Then wait a moment, I will go to repay the tickets for the Qiuzhu Club in the past half day. I will send the money to you immediately!"

With a smirk, Debele looked at Na Jiuye with a bitter face: "You don't know anything about your feelings? The Qi family in Deshengmen has fallen into pieces. The people who hold Qiuzhu in their hands smashed the Qi family's door. They move things out when they see them. The people from the patrol station can't stop them! There are now nine inside and seven outside in the 16 city gates, and they are all guarding the doors of the escort bureau, police station, and the gangsters poking poles on the street, their eyes are red, and they are waiting to catch Qi Sanye!"

He looked up at the several young gangsters who were following DeBeller not far away. Master Na Jiu couldn't help but lower his voice and clasped his fists at DeBeller who was full of bitterness: "What does this mean? DeBeller, please tell me in detail?"

Before DeBelle could speak, the young gangsters following DeBelle had already started shouting: "Hey, do you really think of yourself as Master Beller? Brothers have been waiting for you for a long time, and you are still tempted by here? Are you counting on Brothers for a few noons and asking you to go up Yanlai Building to sit down?"

Turning around with a panic look on his face, DeBeller bowed to the green gangsters: "I dare not, I will leave now..."

He grabbed Debeile's arm and Master Najiu glanced at the dragon whip that Mr. Xiong was nailed to the side of the door frame of his house, and raised his hand to bow to the several yelling gangsters: "You guys, please give me a look, let me keep Debeile a step? I have something to say here, but I have to ask clearly?"

He stared at the dragon whip nailed to the door frame of Master Na Jiu's house for several times. Several green-skinned gangsters bowed to Master Na Jiu's house randomly, retreated a little silently, but still stared at Debel.

Again, he bowed to the green gangsters squatting in the corner of the wall and under the eaves. Na Jiuye turned sideways and made way into the yard: "Debele, look at you, you have not had tooth a night. If you don't dislike it, sit in the yard and drink a bowl of tea?"

With a wry smile, he bowed to Master Najiu. De Bell walked into the yard with a sluggish footsteps and fell heavily on a chair: "Oh...this is really in line with the old saying--30 years Hedong, 30 years Hexi..."

Before Master Na Jiu said hello, Xiang Youbao was already carrying a teapot and a tea bowl, and he reached Master Na Jiu with saliva.

With a smile on her face, Master Na Jiu snatched the teapot and tea bowl from Xiang Youbao's hand, and poured a large bowl of warm tea: "Debele, there is no good tea for poor families, will you make do with it?"

He took the tea bowl handed by Master Najiu with both hands. Debele drank the big bowl of tea in a few sips. He raised his hand and stretched the empty tea bowl towards Master Najiu, shouting in a lingering voice: "Put it..."

As soon as he said that, De Beller felt as if he suddenly remembered something, and suddenly sighed softly: "Lucky you..."

With a sigh, Master Najiu carried a teapot and helped Debele extend the tea bowl that he had reached. Seeing Debele pouring three large bowls of tea in one breath, Master Najiu couldn't help but turn his head to Nalan, who was standing at the door of the main hall, with only half of his face looking at the situation in the yard, and said, "Daughter, go and touch some food for Debele! I'm afraid I'll be heartburn when I drink tea with an empty stomach at this afternoon!"

Despite his reluctance, Nalan, who pouted his lips, walked into the kitchen as he said, and took a few thick steamed buns with a scoop. But when he looked at De Beller, who was sitting in the yard, Nalan walked back to the kitchen and replaced the thick steamed buns in the scoop with a few thin oil cakes that had just been baked in the morning.

He looked at Nalan with a flattering smile. The hungry Debele didn't care about the other side. He grabbed the fine flour oil cake in the basket and swallowed it. It was just a bag of cigarettes. The four fine flour oil cakes were already called Debele and ate them clean with tea.

After burping hard, DeBeller blew up and breathed: "It's... full!"

Carrying the teapot that had been empty, Master Na Jiu looked at Debel with a look of unbearable expression: "What sin have you suffered?"

He reached out and found a small, flat-straighted oil paper bag from the soles of his shoes. De Bell first picked out a piece of cigarette paste the size of a small fingernail from the oil paper bag and swallowed it. He closed his eyes and sat for a while, then he seemed to have some spirits: "What sin? If your life is not good, gold will turn into copper even if it is over! I regret not being obsessed with the ghost, so I bet the house and the treasure of Master Qi San, now... nothing is gone!"

Looking at DeBeller with a depressed look in shock, Master Najiu stuttered: "How can you really... how can you play so big?"

After weighing the small oil-paper bag in his hand, Deberer sighed with a sad face: "What else can I do? The Qing Dynasty has ended, and the flag pay has long been gone. I can't pick up my shoulders and carry them with me. I don't have the skills to make money and eat. I have long been counting on the things in the pawn house to survive, and I have lived a year or so! I can't put out a few seals of money, but the capital and profit are enough for me to pay four taels of cigarette paste a day..."

He smiled and bowed to Master Na Jiu, and Deberle's words were filled with crying voices: "Mr. Na Jiu, you are generous. When you see me, you will not step on me after you leave. I will tell you the truth today! You should not repay the one hundred oceans you owe me! You have also seen those guarding outside. If you have a big son on me, you can ask them to plunder it..."

Holding the loan note in his hand, Master Na Jiu squirmed his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say?

A little scorpion fight, a game of accumulation, can actually make DeBeller, who had been arrogant in front of him for several years, become a loser, and even be grateful to himself for a bowl of coarse tea and a few pancakes...

The autumn insect meeting, which is causing a stir in Sijiu City every year, is it a leisurely gathering and amusing insects, or a monster that has opened its bloody mouth and chews its bones and sucks its marrow?

Looking down at the loan note in his hand, Master Na Jiu gritted his teeth hard, and said to Deberle, who was sitting on the chair and sighing: "No matter what others say, I have borrowed money from Deberle back then! Now I can't give you this money, nor can I give you this money. After this critical moment, Deberle, come to my house again, and I have to give you the money!"

His eyes widened, Debel looked at Master Na Jiu standing beside him with trembling body. His knees softened and he knelt heavily in front of Master Na Jiu: "Master Na Jiu! You... saved my life!"

Extending his arm, Master Najiu helped Debele back to the chair, and said to Debele with a voice: "But I have to say a few more words - the first one, you have to find a way to quit the big cigarette! Otherwise, even if I give you a hundred oceans, even if I give you a mountain of gold, I can't resist the trouble of swallowing clouds and spitting mist!"

Nodding desperately, DeBeller sucked hard at the nose that kept snot coming out: "No more words, I said I had to quit the big cigarette if I die!"

With a sigh, Master Na Jiu put the loan note in his arms: "Another words, my de Beller... The Qing Dynasty is over, don't you hold your identity alive, right? Look at me, my ancestors were also given the surname Man, and the authenticity of the Han military flag is also owned by the Han army flag. But look at it now..."

Seeing that Master Na Jiu was in a state of endless attitude, Xiang Youbao, who was standing beside him, quickly glanced at the air and said to De Beller, who was already dizzy when he heard it, "What's wrong with Master Qi San?"

As if he was afraid of Master Na Jiu's chattering words, Debeile hurriedly responded to Xiang Youbao: "Mr. Qi San has lost his foundation this year. Regardless of the bills that were scattered outside, even the amount of money he took over by the wealthy families, selling the Deshengmen Qi family's property may not necessarily block the hole! The insect king was selected at the Qiuchuang meeting, and in the blink of an eye, the three master Qi was gone! Even his personal butler couldn't understand where Master Qi was going..."

As soon as he heard this, Master Na Jiu suddenly became anxious: "Mr. Qi San ran away? Then I'll bet on the ticket..."

With a wry smile, Debele raised his hand and pointed at the oil cloth that Master Na Jiu took out in a hurry to pay the ticket: "You just use this thing to mess up the roof! Early in the morning, the Deshengmen Qi family asked a group of men holding the ticket to smash the door open. The scene... The scattered! The young master of the Deshengmen Qi family held a foreign gun and wanted to stop him. Before he could hold the fire, he asked someone to stab him in the vest, and he died on the spot..."

After stomping his feet, Master Na Jiu shouted regretfully: "Hey... why did he tell him to run away? Then I'll bet on the ticket... Less than a courtyard house... What did I say?! I'd held it in my hand before I could have nothing to do... Hey..."

Even with a feeling of distress and anxiety, Master Na Jiu fell to the edge of the dry pond in the yard, clenched his fists and smashed it hard on his head!

He grabbed Master Na Jiu's arm in panic. Nalan kept comforting Master Na Jiu who was anxious and angry, while glaring at Xiang Youbao, who was standing beside him, said: "Look at what you sucked out! If I really make my father angry, I will never end up with you!"
Chapter completed!