A Smooth Path in Med

Just in such a small mountain village, there emerged a household name—Zhang Fan's uncle.,When my uncle was young, he was a lazybones who didn't do any honest work. One day he would steal chickens from the neighbor, and the next day he would steal dogs from behind the village. He was simply a despised scoundrel.,Room 504 was a gathering place for gamblers. When Zhang Fan knocked on the door, a voice inside shouted at him, "Dealer, you've been slacking off lately. If you don't come soon, I'll starve to death. Hurry up, two packs of braised meat and two eggs."。