Gone with the wind in a massive gamble of 82

"Ten thousand taels, eh? That's no small sum, enough for an ordinary family to live in luxury for generations," Mu Hanyan mumbled to herself.

Mu Nan felt like crying. He had wanted to say a few good words in the hopes of invoking Mu Hanyan's mercy for a discount, but listening to her tone, that now seemed unlikely.

To Mu Nan, the gentle smile on Mu Hanyan's face seemed more like the prelude to the weasel paying New Year's respects to the chicken, reminiscent of the notorious wealthy landlords known for their unkindness and bullying of men and women.

"Ah, with that much money, I'm afraid I'd have to sell myself and still wouldn't be able to pay it all off," Mu Hanyan added insult to injury, inadvertently hitting close to home with Mu Nan's worries.

Mu Nan's heart almost bled. It was true that small gambling brought joy, while heavy gambling harmed the body, and reckless gambling led to total ruin. Mu Nan now had an intense urge to punish himself.