Chapter 239

Back behind the bar, Zhou Ze poured himself a glass of water. As soon as he had a drink, the old Taoist came back.

"Posted?"

"Yes, boss."

The old Taoist scratched his head and asked, "boss, why are there so many wreaths behind their car?"

And it's not a real wreath. You can't see it without smearing cow tears.

Chinese people all know that wreaths are for the dead, which is very unlucky for the living. It must be bad to suddenly have these things in the back of the car.

Therefore, although the two young Chengguan almost let themselves die at the boss's side, they were also kind-hearted, and the old man still contributed the rune paper hidden in his crotch, which was also willing.

"If someone spits too much in the back, there will be."

Zhou Ze smiled and didn't take it seriously. He wanted to ask Bai Yingying to make tea for himself. Then he remembered that Ying Ying was still fighting in online cafes.

"Help me make a pot of tea."

"Hey, OK."

The old Taoist is also very agile, and he is also very similar when making tea. In fact, he knows a lot and is good at learning. Zhou Ze saw the old Taoist mixing cocktails for guests when Xu Qinglang was away before.

"Boss, what is being scolded too much?"

"People often spit on the back of the Chengguan car after seeing it, and then scold 'early death and early excess'.

Slowly, there are more wreaths. "

"Cursed?"

"Sort of."

"But those two young Chengguan are not bad."

"The teacher who jumped to commit suicide is also nice."

"Er... This..."

"Don't worry, that wreath can't kill people. At most, it makes people's luck weaker. After your talisman paper is pasted, there should be no problem."

"Alas, I feel wronged for those two children in my heart. Why should they bear the bad name of Chengguan?"

"Because most people like to eat with bowls and put down chopsticks to scold their mothers;

If the road is blocked by vendors when driving or walking, scold;

If you see a video of the urban management 'beating' people on the Internet and a report of 'bullying' hawkers, you should also scold them. "

"Alas, people's words are awesome, people's words are awesome.

Boss, the tea is ready. "

The Taoist priest brought up the tea, and even solemnly picked up the rag again and began to rub around. Even if the bookstore was cleaned clean by the dead waiter, the Taoist priest felt guilty, for fear that Zhou Ze would take out the previous "son" thing again.

Boss Zhou lay down on the sofa. As soon as he lay down, Xu Qinglang came down from upstairs.

"Eat out at noon?"

Xu Qinglang's words have a little meaning of asking questions.

"Well."

"Hehe."

The old Taoist went a little farther wisely.

"Lao Zhou, go out with me and do me a favor." Xu Qinglang told Zhou zedao.

Zhou Ze helplessly opened his eyes and looked at Xu Qinglang, who had changed into a capable clothes. He hesitated for a moment and nodded.

As a friend, since someone else spoke, you are really embarrassed to refuse face-to-face, especially now that you are still lying on the sofa with an air of nothing.

I can't find an excuse to prevaricate.

And anyway, Lao Xu has been helping Zhou Ze a lot.

Xu Qinglang drove and Zhou Ze sat in the passenger seat.

It's not far from Xu Qinglang's hometown MenHai county. Unless there is a traffic accident, there will be no traffic jam in Tongcheng, which is estimated to be less than an hour's drive.

"That's what happened. The problems encountered in the last relocation are now fermenting."

Xu Qinglang just told Zhou Ze what happened.

Zhou Ze knows this. At the beginning, Xu Qinglang left the bookstore more than once to return to his hometown, which is busy moving graves. Although Xu Qinglang's metaphysical level is a half bucket of water in the eyes of Zhou Ze and little Luoli, his level is really much higher than that of Mr. baishier and the so-called Youfang Taoist in the countryside.

So Xu Qinglang personally presided over the relocation of graves. He measured the location and date, and everything was done step by step, but the problem still occurred.

First of all, the water came out of the ancestral tomb first. According to Xu Qinglang, it was like the underground hot spring gushing out. The water was still white smoke and hot.

Later, when excavating, we encountered an unknown collapse, which did not cause any human life, but also scared the villagers responsible for the relocation of graves.

In the end, there was really nothing to do but salvage excavation, resulting in a pile of bones and other things. Some coffins had been for a long time, and they also rotted, and their bones were buried in the soil. Some were poor before, and they were buried without coffins, so they went straight on the road with a roll of straw mats.

Except for the tombs with inscriptions on them in recent years, it's OK that most of the other white bones are whose ancestors. Anyway, most of the villages have the same surname, which doesn't matter. They all move to another location and are buried collectively.

As for whether there are any remains left in the old cemetery that have not been removed, no one has bothered to look for them, and the difficulty of looking for them is too great. It is impossible to directly call an excavator to turn over the land again, right?

But after that, strange things began to happen. The village began to lose things, and some livestock raised by others began to die suddenly for no reason. Some people dreamed that their grandparents came to cry. In short, it was exaggerated to say that the village was made restless, but at least it was full of soldiers.

Xu Qinglang thought of a way to solve it, but it was useless. He had to ask Zhou Ze for help.

It was already more than 3 p.m. when we arrived at Xu Qinglang village. Although it was a village, every household was basically a small two-story Western-style building. There was a large highway not far from the outside. There were also cement roads in the village. Many people still parked good cars on the yard.

The rural areas in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai are still very different from those in the southwest. One reason is the local economic development, and the other is the geographical environment. The development is indeed much more convenient and suitable than the mountainous environment in the southwest.

Xu Qinglang parked his car on the cement road beside the ridge of the field. He was very straightforward. He didn't say to go back to his hometown. He took Zhou Ze to meet an elder relative or something, and directly took Zhou Ze to the grave.

The old cemetery area has been covered with weeds, which makes it very lonely.

"The relocation of graves is due to land acquisition. There will be high-speed rail lines from here. The village was not willing to move graves before. Everyone agreed after getting a compensation."

Xu Qinglang squatted on the edge of the ridge and lit a cigarette.

Zhou Ze walked around the grave circle once, then shrugged his shoulders and said:

"I didn't find any problems, and I didn't feel the ghost gas. It's as clean as you after applying facial mask every night."

"I also tried to find it, but I didn't find anything here. I thought I was not good at Taoism. Since you can't find anything, the problem may not appear here."

"What was the final disposal of the previously dug bones?" Zhou Ze asked.

"In addition to being buried separately, others are basically buried together." Xu Qinglang said.

"Then maybe the seventh woman and the eighth woman were enemies before they died, and they were accidentally buried together and quarreled?"

Zhou zeban said jokingly.

"It's not that simple. Will ghosts eat livestock?"

Just as they were smoking and chatting and analyzing the matter, a loud cry suddenly came from the distance:

"Diving! Diving! Diving!!!!!"

It was an old woman who shouted. She was old, but her voice was still loud. This cry was enough to disturb half the village.

Xu Qinglang and Zhou Ze immediately ran over. Several men had gone down the pond. Before Xu Qinglang and Zhou Ze had any reaction, they pulled a woman up from the pond.

Jiangnan rural areas have the habit of building their own ponds. They can raise fish and do some aquatic products by themselves.

When the woman was pulled up, her face turned white, but she was still awake. Her hand was unconsciously grasping something, as if she had just drowned in despair.

Xu Qinglang immediately went to check her condition, and the surrounding villagers also greeted Xu Qinglang.

Zhou Ze stood by and looked at it. He suddenly thought of a question. Didn't Lao Xu get more than 20 Suites because of the demolition? This is his hometown again. Why didn't he demolish here?

Or, this is his hometown, yes, but when he lived with his parents, he didn't live in this village?

Zhou Ze didn't mean to ask Xu Qinglang about this. He was in a hurry. At this time, he was not interested in pretending to be forced out of his twenty odd suites.

Diving to commit suicide is not uncommon anywhere. Zhou Ze squatted down beside the pond. The water in the pond was not very clear, and there were a lot of green algae floating on it.

Stretch out his hand and poke away the green algae in front of him. Zhou Ze slightly turned his head and looked under the water. He still found nothing and saw nothing. Although the pond was dirty, it was by no means dirty with "dirty things".

The woman was carried back to the house, and many villagers gathered nearby. Tongcheng belongs to the eastern coastal area, so even the young and middle-aged people in the countryside can find jobs nearby if they go to work. There is no need to leave their hometown to work, and the popularity in the countryside is still sufficient.

Xu Qinglang was still busy inside, and Zhou Ze stood outside the crowd, smoking his own cigarette.

At this time, an old man with some sloppy clothes came in front, scolding as he walked. The villagers around showed disgusting and repulsive expressions on their faces and stepped aside.

The old man scolded his own things,

First scold the amplitude,

Scold the village head again,

And scolded these villagers who are open to money,

A feeling of hatred,

Scold while walking, spittle stars flying everywhere, scold as hard as it sounds,

Forget your ancestors and be open to money. Sorry for your ancestors

Zhou Ze was watching the scene and leaned against a pagoda tree.

In Zhou Ze's eyes, the old man is very cute. When people live to this age, there is nothing they can't see. If they want to scold, they can make trouble, and if they want to be crazy, they can't be crazy. Anyway, I haven't had a good life for a few years. Why should I be angry with you.

Just,

The old man cursed and turned to Zhou Ze. When he saw Zhou Ze, he subconsciously widened his eyes.

"Grandpa, Grandpa..."

A little girl came running from a distance and held her grandfather's hand. She was afraid of his running around.

But the old man continued to stare at Zhou Ze.

"This is an uncle from outside, not from the village."

The girl said to her grandfather that he was too old to remember things.

"What uncle!"

The old man spit directly at Zhou Ze,

Spit on Zhou Ze's vamp,

"Dead ghost!"

"Sorry, sorry, uncle, sorry, sorry."

The girl immediately squatted down and wiped Zhou Ze's vamp with her sleeve. She was afraid that the alien uncle would beat her grandfather.

"Come back and wipe the upper for some kid!

Our old Cui family can't afford to lose this man!

People are people and ghosts are ghosts. When you live, you are upright,

You don't have to grovel to these kids after death! "

The old man scolded his granddaughter and pulled her back at the same time.

The granddaughter stood beside the old man and kept apologizing to Zhou Ze, shouting "sorry, sorry".

Zhou Ze lowered his head and looked at the vamp that he had just been wiped by the little girl. He was a cleanliness addict. Although the old man's thick sputum was wiped away, his greasiness in his heart was difficult to eliminate.

Goodbye. Although the old man is talkative and disliked by the villagers, he is actually a guy with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. He looks crazy, but in fact he can see better than everyone else in the village.

"You are not afraid of hell. What about your granddaughter? Why don't I take her down first?"

Zhou Ze said half jokingly.

"Vertical son, you dare!"

The old man roared,

Directly hit Zhou Ze.

"Poop!"

Zhou Ze was standing by the pond,

I was hit by the old man,

I fell into the pond with the old man.

"Someone is diving again, someone is diving again!!!"

"Help, help, help!"

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"Cui madman dived!!"

The cries of the villagers came from the bank