Half an hour later.
No less than two hundred people from the village, men, women and children, came.
Zhang Dahai told them to line up and avoid crowding. After everyone lined up in an orderly manner, the sales of Shenlong Yangshen Wine began.
Sister-in-law Miao and he were responsible for selling wine, while her sister took a fertilizer bag and was responsible for collecting money.
Seeing the bright red banknotes being thrown into the bag, the three of them were so happy that they couldn't open their mouths from ear to ear.
And on the other side!
But it was said that the principal Qian Renli rejected Zhang Dahai's kindness and left angrily.
He left not long ago.
When he was passing by a pond, on the opposite slope, a motorcycle crashed straight into him like a wild horse.
Qian Renli was shocked and dodged left and right.
But the motorcycle seemed to have eyes, and it pushed him into the pond without any bias.
Fortunately, the water in the pond was not deep. After Zhao Kaifeng entered the water, he was successfully rescued ashore.
Although Qian Renli's life was not in danger, he was drowned in water. What made him feel sickest was that ten minutes ago, the owner had just thrown several tons of animal feces into the pond.
In other words, he drank a lot of nutritious water, and just thinking about it made him retch.
With nowhere to vent, he severely reprimanded the driver, but the driver was also very innocent and said that the momentary failure was not intentional.
Bearing the filth on his clothes, Qian Renli quietly returned to school through the back door.
Originally, his purpose was not to let others see him, a dignified principal, become so embarrassed.
But who could have imagined that an accident still happened.
When he was going up to the staff dormitory, he missed his footing and rolled down the stairs.
After someone discovered it, he went to the school infirmary.
The staff in the infirmary carried the stretcher, and the journey was chaotic and panicked.
The shouts alarmed all the teachers and students.
When they learned that their respected principal actually fell down the stairs, they stopped attending class and rushed to watch.
As a result, everyone in the school finally saw his embarrassing state covered in shit.
Everyone also speculated that he might have fallen into the septic tank.
Lying in the infirmary, Qian Renli's eyes were dull and he sighed heavily.
This time, he, the principal, had lost all face and became the laughing stock of the entire school.
Some students made a prank on him and nicknamed him "Principal Shit".
"Principal, apart from the scratch on your face and some redness and swelling on your knee, you did not suffer any fatal injuries and it has no impact on your life."
Zhao Kaifeng said cautiously.
"If I had known, I wouldn't have gone back to school. I should have gone to the hospital when I was hit by a motorcycle just now."
Qian Renli regretted it extremely, because when they came back just now, an ambulance happened to pass by.
Just then, a piece of local news was broadcast on the TV hanging on the wall:
[From this station, I am Xiaoyu. ]
[Just half an hour ago, at 15:30, at the intersection of Tianhua 1st Street, a normal ambulance collided violently with a mud tanker. There was a serious explosion at the accident site, and the entire ambulance was burned to ashes. The accident resulted in four deaths and one injury, with only the driver surviving. ]
Qian Renli's pupils shrank suddenly when he saw the driver on TV escaping and crying on the ground.
Gradually, his body began to tremble.
That's a sign of being too scared to control your body muscles.
Zhao Kaifeng asked doubtfully: "Principal, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Qian Renli pointed at the TV and said hesitantly: "I recognize this driver. He is the one who drove the ambulance by the pond before."
Boom!
Hearing this, Zhao Kaifeng's head felt like thunder, and his ears were ringing, because before, he had persuaded the principal to get in the ambulance. If he had gotten in, they would both have turned into ashes by now.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kaifeng's face suddenly turned as pale as paper, his legs and feet became weak, and he collapsed on the ground.
At this time, he thought of Zhang Dahai's words and hurriedly said: "Principal, I think Zhang Dahai's prediction may be right. If everything goes wrong for you today, doesn't it confirm everything? Moreover, he said that today is the day It’s a sign that disaster will begin to come tomorrow.”
This time, Qian Renli did not object in a hurry, but fell into silence.
Zhao Kaifeng thought he wouldn't listen, so he immediately became anxious and persuaded: "Principal, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just afraid of what happens. Is what he said later true? You must not risk your life because of anger. What a joke!”
After struggling for a while in his heart, Qian Renli clasped his hands together, bowed to the air, and said, "Dad, please forgive me. In order to survive, I have to break the promise I made to you."
Then he said to Zhao Kaifeng: "Teacher Zhao, but we don't have Zhang Dahai's contact information!"
Zhao Kaifeng thought for a while, his eyes brightened, and said: "Gao Qinqin is Zhang Dahai's god-sister. She must have Zhang Dahai's contact information. Let's ask her."
After a while, Gao Qinqin called Gao Qinqin, and the other party indeed had Zhang Dahai's contact information.
After Qian Renli thanked him, he called Zhang Dahai's mobile phone number.
At this time, Zhang Dahai had just finished selling the medicinal wine, and his hands almost cramped from counting the half bag of money.
People in the village are not very good at using mobile phones and basically pay in cash, so it is very laborious when counting money.
He has already made a plan to order a money counter on Pin Xixi today, and then he will put the money into the slot and the amount will be calculated in one click.
At this time, the phone rang, and it was an unknown number.
Zhang Dahai never answered calls from strangers and hung up without thinking.
In fact, this is really not his fault. Telephone/email fraud has become very rampant recently, and parks have been set up in northern Myanmar.
There was a call last week. The man claimed to be the 108th generation descendant of Qin Shihuang. He said that tens of thousands of tons of gold were buried in the back garden of his home, but now he has no money to travel. He lacked 200 yuan for travel expenses back home. He asked Zhang Dahai to transfer give him. As long as he returns home, he will definitely give Zhang Dahai hundreds of tons of gold in return.
Three days ago, an unknown caller said that Zhang Dahai's mobile phone number had won a jackpot, winning 6 million, and now he had to pay a guarantee of 20,000 yuan. Zhang Dahai asked him to deduct the security deposit and transfer the remaining 5.98 million, but the man was unwilling.
Within ten seconds, the hung up call came again.
I hung up five or six times in a row, but the call still persisted.
"Oh, let me go. Are you holding on like this?"
Zhang Dahai wanted to hear which liar he was with such professionalism.
As soon as the connection was connected, Qian Renli's miserable wailing came from the other side:
"Oh, Brother Zhang, you're making me anxious. If you don't answer the phone, I'm going to burp. You don't know, I'm having water stuck between my teeth now. I'm so unlucky!"
Zhang Dahai's eardrums were about to be shattered. He quickly put the phone aside. After he finished speaking, he said: "Principal, what on earth is going on? Why can't I understand?"
He secretly chuckled in his heart. It seemed that someone was going to send money to his door. Tsk, tsk, tsk!
