No One Can Beat Me at Mahjong

A flower on the road of rivers and lakes, the horizontal blue and the singing of Ge are the same family, all things return to the blue water, and the five elements return to the Bagua! My grandfather is on the road of Land, to put it bluntly, he is a con man. My grandfather was born with six fingers and has a thousand skills that are unrivaled in the world. But he never does any extravagant work for himself. All he does for a living is life-saving good things. He specializes in relieving disasters for those donors who are on the verge of bankruptcy. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a living Bodhisattva. But it is hard to calculate, but it is difficult to calculate in the human heart. On that day in Sijiu City, there was heavy snow, and he was caught in the game, lost six fingers, and retired from the world. So, there was me, walking the world for him...