The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

In September, school starts.

Mei Zuyan helped Zhou Weilie move the daily necessities to the school. He stood in the open space in front of the dormitory and said, "Little brother, choose one."

"Just this one." Zhou Weilie pointed casually.

The two went in carrying big and small bags. There were already many classmates living inside, and there were even bastards from outside the school who came to listen.

Chatting, reading, playing cards, sleeping... all in bed, because there are no tables and chairs in the dormitory, and there is not much space for standing.

On the Datong bunk with 40 people, a group is playing "sand crab", which is what we call "stud". Only six people were playing, but there were more spectators nearby, yelling and booing from time to time.

"Haha, there is a pair of old kings in front of me. I bet 8 million (eight sit-ups), and I will ask who dares to follow!"

A student playing cards threw out eight chips, looked back at Zhou Weilie and Mei Zuyan, and said with a smile, "Hey, it seems that there are two new students here. Which department are you from?"

Mei Zuyan didn't like gambling, so he frowned and remained silent.

Zhou Weilie replied, "Department of Mathematics."

"My name is Peng Xu. I'm a sophomore in the Chinese Department. Let's play a few games together," the student said with a smile, "I don't gamble for money, I gamble for sit-ups. After losing 20 chips, the settlement will be settled. If you lose too much, you can choose If you don’t do it, just do the laundry for the winner.”

Zhou Weilie didn't directly refuse, just said: "I'll make the bed first."

Mei Zuyan was very upset, and scolded: "The country is in danger, you don't want to contribute to the country, but you play cards here, do you have any conscience?"

The students playing cards were not angry. One of them smiled and said, "Student, we are exercising in advance. Maybe someday we will join the army and serve our country."

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you." Mei Zuyan said with an ugly face.

Zhou Weilie randomly chose an empty bed, and quickly made the bed with Mei Zuyan's help.

Mei Zuyan warned: "Little brother, I will leave first if I have something to do, don't gamble with these people."

"Well, I'll see you off." Zhou Weilie said.

Zhou Weilie sent Mei Zuyan out of the dormitory, and took out his books to prepare for self-study when he came back, but the noise of those playing cards was too loud, which made him feel very irritable.

If it was Mei Zuyan, he would definitely come forward and reprimand him severely, and he might even threaten to sue the teacher.

But Zhou Weilie didn't do this, he silently went to watch and started to get familiar with this kind of poker. The more he looked at it, the more he felt bored, because the playing cards were very worn out, and there were slight damage marks in many places. After watching a few rounds, he had memorized the characteristics of more than ten cards on the back.

"Why, want to play?" the classmate named Peng Xu asked.

Zhou Weilie was eager to try: "Okay."

Playing sand crabs was very popular in the period of the Republic of China. Song Ziwen, Zhang Xueliang, Hu Shi, Fu Sinian and others were all masters, especially the game of Zhang Xueliang and Zhang Zongchang was the most thrilling.

At that time, Zhang Xueliang held a pair of Qs and a 9, while Zhang Zongchang's revealed card was a pair of 9s. Zhang Xueliang has a great chance of winning, but he didn't expect that Zhang Zongchang had the winning ticket, he was arrogant, and the young commander became angry, and at the same time he had a plan.

Zhang Xueliang suddenly stood up and slapped the stud on the table, and said: "Today, I will play this last game. If I want to gamble, I will gamble with fear. If I win this game, all your troops will be under the command of my old Zhang family. From now on, you will not be able to do anything wrong." !"

Zhang Zongchang actually got three 9s, but he was not sure whether Zhang Xueliang had three Qs. He was already gambling, so he gritted his teeth and said: "The old Zhang family wants my troops, it's fine, as long as you can win! But if I won this game, and your old Zhang family has to make up half a year's military salary for me according to the roster."

The hole card was shown, and the young commander was so angry that he vomited blood, so he had to pay Zhang Zongchang the military salary according to the bet.

Zhang Zuolin expressed regret for this: "Little Six is ​​still young, but he has good intentions. If this card releases Zhang Xiaokun (Zhang Zongchang)'s military power, it will save me a lot of trouble."

The situation in northern China at that time was probably a matter of one hand.

Zhou Weilie sat down and folded several hands in a row. He didn't start calling until the sixth game, and pushed out all the chips made of wrapping paper, saying: "I owe 5 more chips. I bet 20. Who dares to call?"

The highest single bet was 20, and several others folded their cards one after another. Only one student said to A: "I don't believe in evil yet, let's draw!"

"Three 6s, I'm sorry." Zhou Weilie said with a smile.

The student said speechlessly, "Aren't you afraid that I'll get three A's?"

"Unfortunately you are not." Zhou Weilie said.

Willing to admit defeat, the loser has no chips, and immediately lies on the bed and does sit-ups, while others scrape together 20 chips and return them to him.

When it was almost noon, except for Zhou Weilie, everyone else was exhausted. Due to poor school food, each of them was so weak that they could not even straighten their waists after doing hundreds of sit-ups.

There is no way but to redeem it.

The loser promises to wash the winner's clothes, 20 chips for one wash, and no more than five clothes at a time. Well, Wei Lie doesn't have to wash his clothes this month. All of you kind-hearted classmates will do it for you.

"Don't play, don't play, it's so boring!" Peng Xu threw away the cards angrily.

"I don't play anymore." Another classmate named Zhu Zhigao said.

Seeing that the game was about to break up, Zhou Weilie smiled and said, "Student Peng Xu owes me six times for washing clothes, student Zhu Zhigao owes me three times, student Zhang Guangliang owes me twice, student Zhang Yu owes me once, and student Luo Mianzhang owes me four times , classmate Deng Guocheng owes me..."

Peng Xu's eyes widened: "Do you remember it all in your heart?"

Zhou Weilie said: "Of course I remember, do you still want to play tricks?"

"How come? I'm just amazed at your good memory," Peng Xu said with an embarrassed smile, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Zhou Weilie." Zhou Weilie said.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally someone said: "Is that Zhou Weilie who was admitted to the United Nations University at the age of 12 and made five professors bow and apologize on the spot?"

"it's me."

"My father is Mr. Zhou Hexuan?"

"Yes."

"Mr. Zhou also taught you card skills?"

"No, I just played sand crab hunting for the first time today."

"Then why do you always win?"

"Because I wrote down all the cards. This poker is very old, and there are many marks on the back, which can be recognized at a glance. I know all your cards."

"Why can't I recognize it?"

"Maybe you didn't observe carefully. Although those traces are very subtle, you just need to remember them carefully."

"Nonsense, if I can remember, I would have already remembered, they all look the same!"

"..."

Zhou Weilie's title of "Gambling King" spread like wildfire, and no one played cards in this dormitory since then, because he would join in whenever there was a game. Of course, there are also those who don’t believe in evil, and the students from other dormitories come here admiringly, and finally promise to help Zhou Weilie wash clothes in desperation.