The rural daughter-in-law of the bank president

Chapter 663: 6 shallow kinship, 2 no debt

But since people have already said auspicious words, you still have to show your appreciation.

Chang Jinbao had just finished shopping and had no money left.

The monk smiled and said, "You are a kind-hearted donor. You have been helped by noble people throughout your life."

Chang Jinbao pleaded, "Please, stop talking. I have no money. I was just trying to get you out of trouble, but you're trying to blackmail me..."

The monk smiled even more broadly, "How can a person who is a benefactor be without money? If it's not money in your hand, then what else is it?"

Chang Jinbao was anxious, "Are you a real monk? How can you be so greedy for money!"

The monk bowed and smiled, "Buddhism is difficult to practice, but it must be practiced. If you earn money with a heart of generosity, compassion, and public morality, then of course the more money you earn, the better."

Money is a living treasure. When used flexibly in society, it becomes powerful. That is why Buddhism teaches you to give. If you use this money to give, your descendants will benefit from it for generations to come..."

"Alright, alright!" Chang Jinbao felt something was wrong the more he listened. In desperation, he took the money from his uncle's hand, took out a piece, and handed it to the monk, "You leave quickly."

The monk took the money without hesitation, but showed no intention of leaving. He continued, "Your Excellency is so kind! Since you have accepted my donation, please tell me your birthday and I will tell you your fortune!"

Chang Jinbao was a little angry, "No, no, just leave!"

The uncle stood by and pondered for a while, "Hey, brother-in-law, it may be fate that I met the master chef today. Since you have already received the money, it doesn't hurt to say a few more words."

After saying that, he ignored Chang Jinbao's attempt to stop him and directly told him Chang Jinbao's birthday.

The monk listened, twirling his Buddhist beads. After listening, he squinted his eyes and pondered for a moment before saying, "Donor, you were born in the Gengwu month. The five elements are gold and fire. Gold and fire complement each other. You will be close to officials and nobles, and you will have abundant food and clothing!"

Hearing these auspicious words, Chang Jinbao felt mixed emotions. "Being close to officials and nobles" is bullshit. Our ancestors were farmers, how could we make friends with officials and nobles!

I thought about it in my heart, but didn't say it out loud.

The monk added, "If your wife is a gentle woman, then congratulations! You have a strong character and a hot temper. You need a gentle partner to marry and maintain a harmonious family!"

Chang Jinbao was stunned for a moment, perhaps because the monk touched his heart, so he stopped trying to stop him and let him continue.

The monk closed his eyes and pinched himself, "Hmm, the four pillars are all Yang, so the donor is destined to be childless!"

"......" Chang Jinbao exploded, "You monk, stop talking nonsense! Go, go, go!"

Chang Jinbao pushed the monk out of the house. The monk shook his head and laughed loudly, "A good daughter! A virtuous wife and filial daughters will bring you great wealth and honor!"

The monk was pushed out of the house and Chang Jinbao closed the door.

Yellow sand was flying in the yard. The monk stood there for a while and was about to walk out the door.

Chang Jinbao sighed, went out, and pulled the monk back, "Alright, alright, stay here. Be a good person to the end and send the Buddha to the west!"

After saying that, he sat back on the sofa and went to smoke.

The monk smiled and sat cross-legged on the kang without any hesitation.

The uncle looked at him in surprise, but didn't dare to say anything. He said, "It's destined to be childless." This was like sentencing Chang Jinbao to death. His sister couldn't give birth to a son, so his life would be difficult in the future.

Chang Jinbao had a stern face and was depressed. The original Chinese medicine diagnosis was that she would have a daughter. She had taken so many medicines but didn't have an abortion, so she was still hoping for luck. But after hearing what was said, all hope was gone.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, and my depression was evident in my words.

The monk closed his eyes for a long time, then opened them and smiled, "Is the donor's wife pregnant?"

Chang Jinbao lowered his eyes and said nothing. His uncle nodded and said, "Yes, more than five months!"

The monk twisted his beads again and said thoughtfully, "I need another piece!"

Chang Jinbao glared at the monk fiercely, and the monk laughed heartily, "If your heart is one inch wider, your path will be ten feet wider; in a moment of thought, flowers bloom and fall; if you let go of a thought, you will be free in every way.

This child is a lucky star! However, the relationship with relatives is not deep, tsk..."

The monk suddenly kept the secret, and when my uncle heard it, he pushed Chang Jinbao.

Things have come to this point, and with the lucky star in front of us, we can't get over this "but".

Chang Jinbao took out another one and stuffed it into the monk's pocket. The monk smiled and put it in his pocket, saying, "We owe each other nothing!"

After saying that, he shut up and didn't say another word.

Chang Jinbao was stunned and waited for a long time, but the monk didn't say anything. Finally, he closed his eyes, raised his right hand, turned the Buddhist beads with his left hand, and muttered something.

"We are not related to each other, and we owe each other nothing?" Chang Jinbao repeated it, but he did not understand the meaning.

Outside the house, a sandstorm howled and the sky turned orange.

As it was getting dark, the group of people slept in all sorts of places. It was late spring and early summer, and the weather was not cold, so there was no need for blankets.

In the morning, the wind stopped and they were about to leave. Chang Jinbao found that the monk had disappeared.

There is the spiritual Longquan Temple next to the county town, and further west, in the Tibetan area, there are many ascetic monks. It is not surprising to meet a monk who comes and goes without a trace.

Chang Jinbao was extremely depressed when he left the house, just because he was told that he would never have a son in this life and he also lost two dollars.

When he got home, he didn't mention the matter. Zhang Guixiang was already very depressed. She couldn't give birth to a son and was laughed at by the villagers. She was under a heavy psychological burden.

By the beginning of September, Chang Jinbao was busy harvesting sesame and pressing oil. Sesame oil was the only food eaten in the countryside, so he was very busy after harvesting and pressing the oil.

Zhang Guixiang was about to give birth and had a difficult delivery.

Chang Jinbao was very conflicted. Chang Jinbao's grandmother said something very unpleasant: it was a daughter and the delivery was difficult. I don't know how much it would cost to go to this hospital. With that money, I could marry a few more wives!

Chang Jinbao hurriedly sent Zhang Guixiang to the hospital. The hospital admitted her and asked for money, so Chang Jinbao had to go back to find the money.

I took out all my savings, borrowed money from everywhere, and visited all my relatives, and finally managed to scrape together enough money.

I went back to the hospital and paid the bill.

When the doctor said that he had to be sterilized, it was a bolt from the blue, but because the monk had predicted it before, Chang Jinbao felt calm instead.

He stood outside the ward, glanced at the mother and daughter, then hurried away, thinking of the sesame seeds from the oil mill.

The next day at noon, he came to deliver food and went in to see the child. The fair-skinned baby was so beautiful.

Her hair is thick, black and shiny, and the hair on her temples is curly, like an ancient lady who has specially done her hair to look her best.

The skin is fair and tender, and feels radiant.

The little hand is very soft. Because of the difficult birth, the arm came down first, and the palm is slightly turned outward.

Chang Jinbao's heart softened instantly, and his fatherly love was awakened. He sat in front of the bed and massaged the child's palms bit by bit.

The rich lady next door was very hostile to him and kept nagging him, saying that he didn't even accompany his wife when she gave birth, so what kind of man was he!

Chang Jinbao didn't care, because he felt that it would be impossible for him to have any contact with people like them again in this life.

Mrs. Fu kept on rambling, saying, "You are so lucky to have given birth to such a beautiful daughter. I named her Lele."

Chang Jinbao remained silent, and Mrs. Fu continued, "I heard the eldest daughter is also a girl? How about letting me raise her?"