C13 Mahjong and ma hua

Chapter XII "Mahjong" and "Ma Hua"

The sky was black, like the bottom of a gigantic pot caught in the air. The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and a few swallows in the air were flying sideways, struggling to keep their balance.

The sand and paper fragments on the ground were rolled up one by one, and the branches emitted "hualala" sounds. There were some persimmons, broken branches, rotten leaves, and even some billboards that were swept up by the strong wind, rolling about, and then rolling about non-stop on the ground … The outlines of many buildings began to blur.

Bolts of lightning landed on the whip, fully displaying their expertise in the sky. Thunder exploded, cheering for lightning; lightning shone, seeking the path of thunder … After the performance on the door, the rainstorm appeared on stage.

After about half an hour, the water vents on the Golden Silver Street were all knocked aside by the gushing water from the sewers. A fountain was already spraying water from several dozen meters away. The flowing water on the street and the sewage water in the sewers were performing together, washing down from the top to the bottom.

In front of the doors of the mahjong hall, there was a curtain of rain. The rain on the ground was tirelessly giving birth to blisters, and the eggs were the size of a quail. The quail eggs that had just been laid broke the eggs of the previous quail …

White Horse City experienced a heavy downpour during the inspection.

Inside the Baima River, the turbid current churned, like thousands upon thousands of foaming wild horses crowding on the riverbed as they madly ran …

The city's flood control headquarters, upon hearing the news, immediately organized a group of people to rush through the heavy rain to the Baima River flood control embankment, flood prevention and emergency, strictly defending against death.

The torrential rain continued for more than an hour, causing everyone to tremble with fear. They did not know where it was going to lead to disaster again.

At present, at least eight people in the city have been killed, six of them have disappeared, and more than 3,780 mu of land have been destroyed; eight roads have been destroyed, about 120 kilometers; 37 houses have been destroyed, according to Baima Television Station's midday broadcast. Direct economic losses amounted to 128 million yuan.

Waves of water roared, crashing against the dam.

On the embankment of the Baima River, the deputy mayor in charge of flood control was in command. The flood control office people were holding trumpets as they kept shouting, "Here, here, put this here …" The armed police soldiers and base militia members trod in the mud and threw the sandbags into the most dangerous and needed area.

After more than two hours of desperate fighting, a few dangers on the embankment were averted.

The deputy director of the city's flood control office reported to the deputy mayor, "According to the weather station, within one or two days, there will be heavy rains in the upper reaches of the Baima River, and the flood control mission will be very difficult."

After hearing the report, the deputy mayor looked at the surging White Horse River and then looked at the exhausted young man on the embankment. He briefly reported the matter of the flood prevention and rescue to the mayor with his cell phone and suggested that each unit in the city should be assigned to a section of the embankment for flood prevention and rescue, and be on duty twenty-four hours a day. The city flood control office unified coordination organization, ensure the dam is infallible, avoid the flood threat to the citizens of Baima city and the provincial city.

After the mayor and the new secretary of the Municipal Party Committee had been out of breath, they sent urgent notices to the municipal unit in the name of the two offices, requesting the municipal unit to immediately organize personnel and rush to the Baima River embankment for the task. The city defense office uniformly distributes flood prevention areas.

After a torrential rain exam, the number of sewers in Baima City's urban area was almost all below 60 points. The streets displayed the remnants of sewage.

On the embankment, the armed police soldiers, the base militia, and the young people of every unit were busy. On the street, the sanitation workers and plumbers were busy. The employees of the shops were busy.

At the Mahjong Mansion, Boss He and his wife, the "Senior Servant Rong", were holding buckets of water in their shoes as they scooped water out of the mahjong hall. The mahjong pavilion was a little lower in the ground, allowing some water to pour in.

Around 3 in the afternoon, the mahjong hall came one after another to play cards. Boss He asked Senior Servant Rong to make tea for the guests. She and her husband brought a few pieces of brick and put them on a mat half a step away from the door and served it all the way to the stairs.

As soon as the players arrived at the mahjong hall, they agilely jumped up the stairs while stepping on the bricks.

Boss He stood at the door and warned everyone to be careful. He was busy, so he turned his head and saw Chen Cuiping.

God! The weather also came?

"There are exclamation marks and question marks floating in Boss He's mind." Ayaya! Tsui Ping. "Why are you here in this weather?"

Chen Cui had a big belly as she slowly walked to the entrance of the mahjong hall. The reason was very good: "The doctor told me to exercise more and not to stay home forever."

"Is that so?" Seeing that she stubbornly insisted on going upstairs, Boss He hurried over and supported her by the arm, reminding her, "Be careful, be careful."

One of Chen Cuiping's hands was supported by Boss He, while the other hand was held horizontally, maintaining her balance. She swung her feet carefully, like a fat penguin, across a few bricks until she came to the spiral staircase.

After lifting Chen Cuiping up to the second floor, Boss He let out a long breath. Trapping, you say you've been here for eight months, and you still want to come? If something bad happens and you get pregnant, who's going to take responsibility? "

Seeing Boss He say that, Chen Cuiping was relieved: "It's nothing, it's nothing. "Come out for a walk, I'm so bored at home."

When people saw Chen Cuiping arrive on the second floor, Zhou Fangfang moved a chair over and let her rest.

"Senior Servant Rong" also brewed a cup of black tea for Chen Trapping. She placed it on the tea table, but just before she turned around, she rolled her eyes at her.

Seeing this look from "Senior Sister Rong", Chen Cuiping was a little unhappy in her heart, but it was hard to say what she wanted to say. She sat back in the chair, breathing a little more evenly. She spread her legs as wide and wide as she could, taking up a large part of the space. Even so, the top half of his clothes bulged like half a giant globe. She folded her hands and gently stroked her belly. "Baby, baby, don't be afraid." After that, she raised her neck and gasped for air, releasing the tension and discomfort she had felt from stepping on the brick.

Seeing Chen Cuiping like this, it was hard to tell if Liu Dawn was admiring or worried, "Cui Ping, this weather, even you came, I really don't know … I really don't know what to say. "

Chen Cuiping looked at Liu Dawn, then looked at everyone else, and smiled embarrassedly: "I'm very aggrieved at home, I came here to get some fresh air. It's raining heavily in the morning, and I thought I wouldn't be able to do it in the afternoon. " With that, she turned her head to look at Boss He, "Boss, Boss, give us a pot now. A pot of tea and I'll go home early. "

Normally, Boss He would be happy and happy. He was afraid of people coming when he opened the mahjong restaurant, would he be afraid of too many people? But now, in this Cui Ping's life, he had been pregnant for over eight months. If something were to go wrong and he got scared, God, how could I deal with it? Boss He's heart was in turmoil, but after thinking for a while, he advised her to go home, "Cui Ping, it's raining today, so it's not good to walk. "I think, you should sit down for a while and watch them play cards. For a while, I'll take you home. Maybe there will be rain later."

"Boss, rest assured. Earlier, Senior Servant Rong even caught a glimpse of me. Normally, I … He couldn't spare her. The boss is now... What happened? I'm only here to cook a pot. " She grumbled at the waiter as she asked the boss a question.

Seeing her attitude, Boss He could only greet her.

The black-faced man said: "These few days, it's been like the God of Cui Ping's help. It's been four eyes. Who can beat it?"

"Four eyes?" Liu Dawn was a little doubtful.

The dark face pointed at Chen Cuiping's bulging stomach, "There are two inside."

"Oh." Liu Dawn understood and said to the dark face, "Oh, so that's how it is, it's nothing. You're not going? "I'll go."

Liu Dawn, Zhou Fangfang and Niu Niu accompanied Chen Cuiping to start the practice.

After sitting down, Liu Dawn teased him with a dark face, "Don't regret it, I'm selling the fat man to the top courtesans. "Haha."

"You wish!" Master Ming, it seems like the three beauties, hehehe, don't make Sanniang's godson. I'm most afraid of this structure, three women and a man, plus a pregnant woman going on stage, one top two. " The dark face reminded Liu Dawn.

Liu Dawn said lightly, "Don't be afraid, even if you want money you don't care about your life."

At this moment, the black-faced man's cellphone beeped … He put down his cell phone and said, "Wow, I still have to go to Eryuanshan. There's a guy calling me."

"Hey, there's a flood prevention emergency going on there. Should I send you there?"

"Hehe, that's impossible. What's the matter? " After he finished speaking, his face turned dark as he hurried downstairs.

Just as he walked out of the door, the dark-faced man saw Chen Cuiping's husband, Mai Yuxiang, walking towards the mahjong hall.

Ma Yuxiang worked on the railway. He asked, "Brother Blackface, is my wife upstairs?"

"Here, prepare to move the bricks."

"Aiya, there's nothing I can do about it. What is this guy going to say? When he's free, he comes to move the bricks." You said that you were about to give birth to a baby, and yet you are still acting like this. "

The black-faced man smiled, "It's just a hobby. You should go up and take a look. "

"Alright, I'll bring the old man home. Oh, with such a person, do you think? "Make people, make people …" As he spoke, he spread out his arms and walked towards the mahjong hall.

The black face looked at Ma Yuxiang's back and smiled. "What can I say? "Hehe."

Upstairs on the second floor, while playing cards, Chen Cuiping said: "Boss, now, I'm paying attention to my love for the baby. I used to take half a pack of cigarettes a day, but after I got pregnant, I quit. "

"There is a lot of smoke here," said He. "You are breathing secondhand smoke, which is equal to a child breathing secondhand smoke. After beating up this pot, no matter what, I will send you home. Otherwise, Yu Xiang would not look good if he came over. "

"Yu Xiang came to look for me. I'm not afraid of him either."

Niu Niu raised his head and saw Ma Yuxiang standing foolishly by the stairs. He smiled at him and turned to Chen Cuiping: "Look, who's here?"

Chen Cuiping turned her head and saw Mai Yu Xiang approaching, her face was a little impatient: "You, why are you here? "Follower."

Ma Yu Xiang crept over, bent down and begged: "Heh heh, Cui Ping, shall we go? "See how it rains later. Let's go back early, okay?"

"Finish this pot." Chen Cuiping lowered her head and continued to play. At this moment, her stomach felt a sharp pain. She thought: I don't know if it is mahjong or mahjong in the belly, the leg flop, pedal her... She endured the pain, pretending that nothing had happened. At this moment, she definitely couldn't give her husband and her playmates any excuse, otherwise, they would come over and persuade me to return. What should she do?

Ma Yuxiang took a few steps forward, drawing closer to Chen Cuiping, and said in a low voice: "Look at the weather, eh?"

"What do you want?" Chen Cuiping turned around and rolled her eyes at Ma Yuxiang.

"Go back. "Look at your face …" Ma Yu Xiang took a few steps back and begged.

"Back?" Good! Now. "Let me say this to you. If you give birth to a child, I will give you a mahjong so that you won't have a mahjong."

Hearing that, Ma Yuxiang hurriedly stretched out his hand, shaking it, "Hey, hey, you should hit me." We agreed that we would only cook a pot. "

"Mahjong?" What gives birth to a mahjong? " When the ox heard about mahjong and mahjong, it became interested.

Chen Cuiping smiled, and felt a little embarrassed, "He – likes girls, saying that in the future he doesn't need to prepare houses, cars, or money. A few days ago, we discussed what to call the baby, and after some discussion, it was decided that if we gave birth to a girl, it would be called Ma Hua. "Boy, called Mahjong."

"Hahaha …" A few people laughed heartily.

"Is that so? The two of you are quite interesting. " Zhou Fang Fang Fang said with a smile.

"Oh, his surname is Ma. "Who asked him to have this surname." Chen Cuiping pointed at Ma Yuxiang.

Hearing his wife's words, Ma Yuxiang just stood to the side and giggled.

Liu Dawn laughed, "Ai, this name is very interesting. One is fun, and the other is delicious."

The dark-faced man drove to the mountain.

As they passed the White Horse Bridge, they saw waves of water rushing forward under the bridge. The traffic slowed down as they passed over the bridge. After crossing the bridge, his nerves relaxed.

This place was not unfamiliar.

One night more than a decade ago, under the White Horse Bridge, he almost gasped to death.

At the end of autumn and the beginning of winter, the White Horse River flowed slowly through a small area under the bridge.

Under the gas lamp, a dozen people formed a circle to "climb the mountain".

Climbing a mountain is a game in which each person distributes three cards in his or her hands, depending on the number of bombs, the number of cards in his or her hand, the stopper, the pair of cards, and the number of cards in his or her hands. In order, after three cards, he would compare the size of the cards. In addition to psychological tactics, it could also be used to deliberately mystify others, make some noise, or be calm and collected, or even shout out loud … Victory and defeat.

Although the weather was a little cold, these people did not feel cold at all. Their hearts were ignited with a fire, and some of them even had sweat dripping from their foreheads, feeling very energetic. After about half an hour's worth of gambling, it was the time of the fire. There were a lot of money lying on the beach …

"Catch the bet!" "Make a bet!" Suddenly, a voice rang out from the darkness not far away.

At this moment, the people sitting around the beach were all bickering until their eyes turned red and their necks were thick. They thought that they would be safer here, far away from the city.

Oh my god! The thunderous sound of a 'gamble' squeezed through without a trace of politeness. Looking at the dozens of black figures that were quickly approaching them from afar, they were all frightened out of their wits from gambling and their group of people exploded like hornets' beehives …

In the midst of his panic, Black Face grabbed the black bag, looked in a direction, and ran.

The footsteps of the "Sala Sala" were getting closer and closer. In the midst of his flustered running, the black-faced man's throat became a small stove maker's bellows. "Pfft pfft pfft pfft" sounds rang out, and the frequency became faster and faster.

The footsteps behind him didn't seem to have any intention of weakening. "Stop!" "If you don't stop now, I'll shoot you!"

This bag contained more than thirty thousand yuan. The boss had instructed him beforehand to hold on to the bag tightly, regardless of what happened. At this moment, this bag was a burden. It was inconvenient to run and he could not shake his arms. The people chasing him didn't care, the footsteps got closer and closer. This black bag usually didn't feel anything, but at this time, it was extremely heavy. The dark faced man thought to himself as he ran. If he didn't throw this bulging bag down, he might be captured along with the other person. As he thought about this, his hand loosened and the bag fell to the ground.

The black bag fell to the ground, stopping the pursuers behind it. The footsteps behind him gradually became more distant and weaker.

Black Face gasped for breath … He collapsed onto the ground. After a few seconds of waiting, he hid in the grass and observed what was happening behind him.

After the gamblers had driven them away, they returned to the bridge and slowly kicked the sand with their feet. They kicked out some of the money they had hidden in the sand, picked it up, and left in groups of three or five. At this moment, the dark face who had been thinking about the thirty thousand yuan finally understood that the gamblers were coming from three different directions, leaving them with a path to escape. Damn it, it was to chase people away for money.

The dark face went to the Second Gou Mountain and took out his cell phone to call his Iron brother, the Director of the Municipal Public Security Bureau, Feng Wei.

On the phone, Chief Feng told him to follow the path and see a small yellow tent.

In the dark face of the cell phone, he saw the two young men lift a tarp, place a mahjong table from the pickup truck, and then lift the mahjong table to the embankment. He thought for a moment and followed behind the two young men. He wondered if Director Feng wanted me to come here to play. After walking for a while, Blackface saw a small yellow tent not far from the embankment. He followed the two young men in front of him into the tent.

In the tent, Chief Feng was chatting with two other people. Seeing that the dark face had arrived, Chief Feng happily stood up and shook hands with the dark face, greeting: "Coming, this rain is …." It made people unable to calm down. You see, he had to be on duty. However, when I looked at it, this section of the dike was very solid, and it was completely uneventful. If you don't sit in the afternoon and evening, we'll just rub here. " With that, Chief Feng pointed at the two people and introduced them, "This is Vice Chief Qian and this is Chief Li — this is my childhood friend. He works in the Town Security team and is also a vice captain. "Come, come." Commissioner Feng pointed at the mahjong table that had just been set up, "Sit, sit."

Aiya, after spending so much effort to cook this pot, I can finally go home. As Ma Yu Xiang thought this, he patiently waited for his wife to settle the score. He waited for her to pretend to be rich before he walked over and helped his ancestor down the stairs.

While Chen Cuiping was being supported by her husband, one of her hands was on her waist as she leaned back. At this moment, her pregnant stomach was bulging even more. She strode slowly down the stairs, panting.

The puddles on the ground below had already been cleaned up. "Senior Servant Rong" was holding a mop as she bent over to mop the ground.

Seeing Mai Yu Xiang support Zheng Cuiping down the stairs, Boss He who was standing at the door quickly ran to the other side of Chen Cuiping to support them, carefully sending them out and exhorting them: "Wait a bit longer on the road! Tsui Ping, your body … If you can't come tomorrow, then don't come. "

Chen Cuiping's mouth went 'oh': "Boss, it's fine, someone is protecting me — — Hey, hey – Kick me to death!" She swayed.

Ma Yu Xiang hastily asked, "What happened?"

"Ma Hua, kick me in the stomach …" Chen Cui Ping said weakly.

"Ma Hua Deng you? I'm telling you not to come. "Take a look …" Ma Yuxiang complained.

"What do you want?" "" Hearing Ma Yu Xiang complain against her, Chen Cuiping was a little unhappy and stood at her original spot. "Say, do you want to get mahjong or mahjong?"

"Ma Hua, Ma Hua, Ma Hua." Ma Yuxiang kept shaking his head.

Chen Cuiping pointed at her husband, but did not say anything. Then, she raised her head and looked at the sky, slowly moving forward.

"Mahjong?" Ma Hua? " Boss He, who was standing at the entrance of the mahjong hall, thought to himself, mahjong, there are a lot of mahjong inside. Ma Hua, there's a person selling Ma Hua at the entrance of the district. There was also a mask on for the summer of the fried dough twist. The smell of oil was unbearable, and many pieces of black powder were floating in the pot. Even days would not be willing to exchange for new oil. The oil in the wok turned, a few fried dough twists clucked, from white to yellow, from yellow to black and yellow... Boss He thought to himself. He said mahjong was more or less the same, but what about mahjong?

At this time, Liu Dawn's drawling voice came from upstairs: "Station Fee —"

Boss He turned around and returned to the mahjong.

Arriving at the second floor, Liu Dawn looked at the boss and said bitterly, "Aiya — Boss, that black-faced crow's beak hit the mark. Two eyes wouldn't be able to fight four eyes. This child's wife … This afternoon, the cards went well, one for three. After a short while, they had already played for over three thousand yuan. When they returned home, they bought a child a place to pee. This dark face of theirs was the same … Why are you running? "