Looking at the little fat man kneeling on one knee, Qin Yao pondered for a moment and asked: "Can you write? Do you know your birth date?"

Zhang Bingdao didn't know why, and subconsciously said: "I can write, and I know my birth date."

Qin Yao stood up and walked to the table, took out a pen and paper, and handed it to him: "Write down your name and horoscope, and I will take a look."

"yes."

Zhang boldly did not dare to ask why, and he had no room to refuse. He respectfully took the pen and paper, placed it on the table in front of him, and silently wrote down his name and birth date.

After finishing writing, Qin Yao picked up the paper and read it quietly for a while. His face suddenly became heavy: "Bold, you still have a calamity in your life. If you don't survive this calamity first, you can directly join my family."

If so, the calamity will be hidden and it will evolve into a more powerful calamity in the future."

Zhang DaDa was shocked.

I don't even consider whether Mr. Qin is bluffing me.

This is the impact caused by the impact of class dimensionality reduction.

"Mr. Qin, what should I do now?" After hearing the bad news suddenly, Zhang DaDa was at a loss and could only turn to the noble man in front of him for help.

Qin Yao thought for a while and said: "The secret must not be leaked. Once it is revealed in advance, the calamity will inevitably change.

In this way, let me remind you to pay more attention to your wife's recent changes when you get home.

If something happens, don't be impulsive, come to me and I'll tell you what to do next."

Zhang boldly remembered these words silently, kowtowed and said: "Master Qin, no matter whether you accept the villain or not in the future, after the villain survives this disaster, this life will be yours!"

Qin Yao waved his hand: "Don't worry, there is some fate between you and me, and I will help you get through this disaster."

Zhang boldly thanked him again and again. Because he was pretentious, he didn't know why he got back downstairs. When he came to his senses, he saw a group of coachmen looking at him with flattering faces...

"Bold, it was indeed our fault before." A coachman said apologetically.

"Needless to say." At this moment, Zhang DaDa was not in the mood to argue with them. He waved his hand and pulled up his rickshaw: "I have something else to do, so let's go first."

Drivers: "???"

"What's wrong with him? He seems to be out of his mind." Not long after, a rickshaw driver said blankly as he watched him pull a rickshaw and hurriedly disappeared around the corner.

"Maybe Boss Qin has arranged some tasks for him. If he completes the tasks, he will become famous." Another driver said with envy.

The other drivers thought about it and agreed with it.

Apart from this reason, they really couldn't figure out why Mr. Qin met a coachman!

Half an hour later.

A village in the city, in front of a slightly shabby entrance.

Zhang boldly put down the car and strode to the door. When he opened the door, he saw that his wife, who was originally wearing a hairpin skirt, had changed into a bright red cheongsam and was sitting on a wooden bench at home.

Lightly trace the eyebrows.

"Bold, why are you back?" Suddenly seeing his figure, Zhang's wife's wrist trembled suddenly, and the charcoal pen was drawn from her brow to her temple, leaving a shallow black mark.

"I happened to be passing by here in my car, so I went home to take a look." Zhang boldly smiled, stared at the cheongsam she was wearing and said, "Where did this dress come from? I've never seen you wearing it before."

Zhang's wife frowned and put down the charcoal: "Of course I bought it myself. I didn't spend any money. Who can give it to me for free?"

If it had been in the past, Zhang Dadan would have softened after hearing this and stopped asking any more questions. However, with Mr. Qin's words in mind, he subconsciously asked, "This cheongsam looks very expensive at first glance. How much did you spend on it?"

A hint of impatience flashed across Zhang's wife's face: "It's not like you're using your money, can you take care of it?"

"You didn't use my money?" Zhang DaDa looked surprised.

Zhang's wife was shocked, and then she realized what she had said in anger, and hurriedly made up for it: "It's the money I saved bit by bit by doing needlework for others!

Why are you asking so many questions, why don't you hurry up and pull the car?"

Zhang DaDa looked at her deeply, turned around and walked out of the room: "Then I'll go pull the car first, and I'll talk to you when I get back in the evening."

Zhang's wife breathed a sigh of relief, got up and walked him out of the door, telling him earnestly: "Go and make more money before you come back..."

Zhang boldly waved to her with his back, lifted up the rickshaw, and disappeared from her sight at a trot.

"What are you looking at, so lost in thought?" After an unknown amount of time, an old man with a short stature, thin cheeks, and a goatee came over and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

"Master Tan~" Zhang's wife quickly came back to her senses, and after seeing the other person's appearance clearly, she suddenly smiled like a flower.

Boss Tan nodded and said to the four servants following him: "Go and guard the entrance of the alley. If you see Zhang DaDa, stop him and come over and report to me."

"Yes, sir." The four servants responded.

"Good girl, did you miss me?" After the four of them left, Boss Tan quickly held Zhang's wife's hand, led her into the room, and closed the door.

"Think about it, why don't you think about it? I think about it day and night." Perhaps the four servants gave Zhang's wife a sense of security. As soon as the wooden door was opened, she obviously relaxed.

Boss Tan laughed loudly and pulled her towards the bed: "Then let me test whether you really think about it or whether you are just imagining it..."

at the same time.

Outside the alley.

Behind a big tree with the faint chirping of cicadas, Zhang boldly walked out slowly, deliberately made a big circle, climbed over a low wall, and came to the door of his house from the other direction...

Gently pushing the door open a crack, looking at the swaying bed and the undetectable slutty sounds, a chubby face quickly turned red, and his eyes were like blood.

"Bold, what are you doing lying down at the door?" Suddenly, a neighbor's voice came from behind him.

Upon hearing this inquiry, the swaying bed in the room suddenly stopped, and the inaudible swaying sounds suddenly stopped. Then like an arrow from a string, a figure ran down from the bed and opened the window.

"Bang, bang, bang." Zhang boldly gritted his teeth and kicked the door with all his strength.

But when he kicked open the bolted door, the adulterer had already escaped through the window, and even Zhang's wife hurriedly put on her clothes.

"Bold..." Seeing Zhang Budao walking in angrily, Zhang's wife's beauty turned pale.

"Why?" Zhang boldly yelled.

"Are you sure you want me to say it now?" Zhang's wife quickly calmed down and pointed at the neighbors who had gathered around the door.

Zhang boldly took a deep breath, turned around, walked to the door, and cursed: "I'm going to beat my wife, get the hell out of here!"

Seeing him looking like he was about to eat someone, the neighbors quickly dispersed. Zhang boldly slammed the door, turned around and came to the bed, and said coldly: "You can talk now."

Zhang's wife was silent for a moment, and she didn't know what she thought of. The guilt in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she said plausibly: "Zhang DaDa, I have been with you for so many years, what have you given me?"

"Nothing at all!"

"I followed you to endure hardships, poverty, and being looked down upon by others. I, Wang Jinfeng, am not that bad in appearance. Why should I suffer these hardships?"

"Am I going to live in poverty for the rest of my life just because you please my damn dad?"

"I'm telling you, poor and humble couples are miserable. I've had enough of this kind of life."

"Enough!"

"You have no ability, why are you asking for a wife? In the end, you are not harming others and yourself??"

…

Zhang Dingdao listened to her silently, listened to her talk about the hardships he had endured over the years, listened to her complain about the cruelty of fate and her accusations against his incompetence.

In the end, after she finished making trouble, she just asked in a low voice: "Why don't you just reconcile? After the divorce, you can be with whomever you want, and you can do whatever you want."

Zhang's wife exhaled a sigh of resentment and said coldly: "I'm not afraid to tell you that some noble people like the excitement of stealing their wives, but widows are not looked down upon by them!

Zhang DaDa, if you are aware of current affairs, just pretend that you have not seen anything today. From now on, our husband and wife will just have a name. I will live here with you and pay you the corresponding rent every month.

If you don’t know the current affairs, you will definitely end up in a situation where nothing can be gained.”

Zhang boldly walked up to her step by step, his eyes like a pool of stagnant water: "How do you have the nerve to say this?"

"You were the one who apologized to me first!

I have suffered so much with you, why can't I say this?

If you were rich and powerful, then I could be a husband and raise children with peace of mind, so how could you do such a thing?

I understand Zhang DaDa, all this is because of you, you are the culprit!" Zhang's wife said without showing any signs of weakness.

Zhang boldly sneered, suddenly threw himself on the bed, strangled his wife's neck with both hands, and said through gritted teeth: "When your father took you to escape here, the father and daughter almost starved to death, but I gave you a share of food...

If not, how could you be alive today?

When I work hard to provide you with food and clothing, why don't you talk about poverty?

Now that life is getting better and you don’t have to worry about food and drink, do you think it’s me who can’t forgive you?

Yes, I can't help you.

I shouldn't have saved you in the first place. If a rich man had saved you, you might be the concubine of a rich family now."

"Zhang, Zhang..." Zhang's wife was choked so hard that she couldn't breathe, and her fair cheeks quickly turned red, even turning green.

Zhang DaDa was furious from the heart and grew evil at the edge of his heart. Driven by the raging anger, he strangled his wife to death, then sat down on the bed and cried loudly.

He couldn't tell what he was crying about, but he was heartbroken and in pain!

Just like he asked himself, he couldn't understand why people's hearts have become dissatisfied even after the most painful and difficult days have passed.

A few hours later.
To be continued...