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Le Tong blinked hard, picked his nostrils, and then picked his pocket again. His pocket was already empty, and all the odds and ends were gone. His heart ached, and he could only rush home dejectedly as he listened to the laughter of those who won the money. To the east of Huangchen Temple in Beigang Village, there are several low thatched houses. The door was still open, it was the door left by He Sichuan. After entering the house and lighting the lamp, his wife He Sichuan was sitting on the bed with disheveled hair, looking scary. Pi Tong felt even more angry and clenched his hands tightly. Seeing her look, he lowered his fists again. He was thinking about the bits and pieces of money, and it hurt. It was the money he was going to buy for He Sichuan, and it went into other people's pockets piecemeal and slowly. When Pitong gambled until he couldn't get a penny out, he got off the table and "hugged his neck" firmly.
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