Bai Erlang sobbed, "I'm already this messed up and you're still scolding me!"
Manbao then firmly pressed his palm, causing Bai Erlang to let out a piteous cry, which immediately revitalized him.
Manbao asked, "Who took you to gamble on the games?"
Bai Erlang choked out, "Everyone was going, we just went to watch the polo, and then a lot of people started betting. They asked me, and I thought it was interesting - it's just guessing which team would win and which would lose, right? I didn't bet much money, I was just playing for fun."
"Can you win two hundred taels with 'not much money'?" Manbao said irritably, "Does Eldest Master Shi from the county town not have money? He started off just wanting to have some fun too, and what happened? Now his shop is sold, his fields are sold, only his mansion remains, and these days, he can only make a living by doing business elsewhere. And look at Laizi from the village; he even sold his wife and daughter. Isn't that tragic enough?"
