Transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world to become a village bully and set up a stall in ancient

Chapter 51 Swan Neck Watching the Show

Gao Mengli and Lin Xi bought sesame seeds from the grocery store and came out. At the corner of an alley, they saw two men peering furtively into the alley from behind a wall.

Driven by their ingrained genes and herd mentality, Gao Mengli and Lin Xi also furtively hid in front of the umbrella stall next to the two of them, peering into the alley.

The two umbrella sellers assumed the two wanted to buy umbrellas and were about to enthusiastically introduce them when they noticed the two were looking at the area behind them.

Curious, he turned around and joined the crowd watching the spectacle.

If one person on a road behaves "mysteriously," others will follow suit out of curiosity.

More and more people are craning their necks like swans, watching the quarreling couple in the alley with great interest.

Those who were talking stopped, those who were doing business stopped, and even those who were passing by stopped.

No one made a sound, for fear of disturbing the two people arguing in the alley and causing them to perform poorly.

“Wang Dazhu, I go out to work for others, and when I come back I still have to do laundry and cook. You’re at home, and the child is crying so hard from hunger that he can’t catch his breath. Don’t you know how to cook and feed him?”

Zhang Cuihua spat everywhere as she pointed at Wang Dazhu, who was disheveled and picking his nose, and launched into a tirade.

"Wang Dazhu, do you even have a heart? I work myself to the bone every day, sacrificing so much for this family, can't you see that?"

You just laze around all day, neglecting everything, even the children. Do you even want this family anymore?

Zhang Cuihua was so angry that her face turned red. She put her hands on her hips and glared at Wang Dazhu.

She's the one who goes out to earn money, she's the one who takes care of the children, and she's the one who does the housework. Did she marry a tyrant?

Wang Dazhu wiped his fingers on his clothes, not to be outdone, and retorted loudly, "How am I idle? I'm busy with my own things every day. You go out to work, that's your own choice, no one forced you. What's wrong with the child crying a couple of times? It won't hurt him."

"You still have the nerve to talk back? You're busy with your own things, but what are you busy with? You don't care about anything at home. I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to marry you."

Zhang Cuihua became more and more agitated and angry as she spoke, and her voice even trembled slightly.

"Hmph, I must have been incredibly unlucky to marry such a shrew like you. All you do is nag all day long, it's driving me crazy."

As my wife, you should serve tea and water, do laundry and cook, take care of the children and be filial to your elders.

"Look at you, you're the luckiest person to have married you. Instead of being grateful, you keep nagging. I'm divorcing you right now, let's see who else will marry you!"

Wang Dazhu frowned, his face showing impatience and a hint of threat.

If you say one more word, I'll divorce you. You have this shameless, "I'm not afraid of boiling water" attitude—or rather, "I'm like a dead pig that's not afraid of boiling water" attitude.

Gao Mengli frowned, her eyes filled with disgust.

This man not only lives off a woman, but he doesn't even seem to understand how to do it properly.

She wants to eat, and she also wants to smash the pot; she's a master of daily PUA.

Lin Xi also looked disdainful. How could he not "divorce" this kind of man and do justice to the "audience"?

The New Year is over, isn't it annoying to keep this around?

The words "divorce" did not excite Zhang Cuihua, but rather excited one of the two people who were the first to try to break through the wall.

"Divorce your wife?! Divorce your wife is great, buddy, I support you!" Dou Weiyi immediately jumped out and patted Wang Dazhu on the shoulder.

A person suddenly jumped out from the corner, startling Wang Tiezhu and Zhang Cuihua.

"Who are you? It's my family business, what's it to you? Go cool off somewhere else." Zhang Cuihua was displeased, and her anger immediately turned her into a pea shooter, unleashing a barrage of shots at Dou Weiyi.

Dou Weiyi wasn't annoyed. He looked at Wang Dazhu with excitement, "Brother, you did the right thing! This kind of woman should be divorced, don't you agree?!"

When Wang Dazhu saw that someone actually agreed with his views, he instantly felt that the person understood him, and nodded to Dou Weiyi as if they were kindred spirits, "Yes, brother, you really understand me!"

Dou Weiyi was even happier to hear this. He quickly took out the divorce papers from his pocket, along with a dry calligraphy brush, and licked it in his mouth.

After writing Wang Dazhu and Zhang Cuihua's names on the divorce papers, he handed them to Wang Tiezhu, saying, "Come, come, since you may not be able to read, I've already signed your names. Quickly put your fingerprints on them, and it will take effect immediately!"

After saying that, he took out the red clay from his pocket and handed it to Wang Dazhu.

This situation baffled Wang Dazhu. He was just joking around; he never intended to divorce his wife.

Seeing him standing there motionless, Dou Weiyi was very dissatisfied. She grabbed Wang Dazhu's hand and made him sign the divorce papers.

When Zhang Cuihua saw that Wang Dazhu had actually pressed his fingerprint, she was instantly filled with rage. Her eyes widened in fury, and she roared, "Fine, you want to divorce me? Then divorce me! I, Zhang Cuihua, am not someone who can't be left without you."

Wang Dazhu only came to his senses at this moment, and after being yelled at by Zhang Cuihua, he secretly regretted it.

After all, where could he find such a "cowherd" wife? He simply couldn't.

But he couldn't lose face, so he stubbornly "slandered" Zhang Cuihua: "Zhang Cuihua, do you think I can't live without you? If I wanted to remarry, it would be very easy. But you, now that you've been divorced, do you think you can find someone better? Don't be so greedy, even pigs can fly before you find someone. I'll be merciful, you kneel down and beg me, and I'll accept the divorce papers, okay?"

Dou Weiyi, having gotten what she wanted, clapped her hands and cheered, "Haha, from now on, Wang Dazhu, you're free. You can find someone even better. As for your ex-wife Zhang Cuihua, forget about her. If you don't cherish her, someone else will."

Wang Dazhu finally realized something was wrong. Just a moment ago they were calling each other "brother," but now they were calling each other "Wang Dazhu."

After Dou Weiyi finished speaking, he clapped his hands in the air, ignoring the changes in their expressions.

A cane appeared shakily in everyone's sight.

Immediately following behind was the owner of the cane, an elderly man with gray hair, a wrinkled face, and wearing a blue robe, who was helped out by Ruan Dan.

He took small, hesitant steps, his right hand supporting his cane, while his left arm swung around with surprising fluidity.

He thought he was already running, and very fast at that.

But to others, what's the difference between its movement and that of a snail? The only difference is that a snail can't swing its arms in a wide, circular motion.

Dou Weiyi felt like his face was about to freeze from smiling, and he hadn't even gotten half a meter away from his great-uncle.

He gave Ruan Dan a wink, and Ruan Dan, receiving the instruction, hoisted "Uncle" onto her shoulder, ran into the alley, and placed him straight in front of the "divorced" couple.

Uncle's feet landed back on the ground. He glared at Dou Weiyi. This great-great-great-nephew of his was really something. He had already started running, yet he still made someone carry him. It was like taking off his pants to fart, completely unnecessary.

He turned to look at Zhang Cuihua, and a big smile immediately appeared on his face. "Zhang Cuihua, you're great. You deserve a high-quality gigolo!"

After saying that, he pointed to the corner of the wall with his cane. Following the direction of his cane, Gao Mengli and Lin Xi saw seven or eight young talents with missing arms and limps walk out and stand in a row in front of Zhang Cuihua.

No, they've been watching the commotion for a while now. When did these people get here?