"Who are you?" the village chief asked vigilantly, without answering him. At the same time, he stretched out his right hand and looked out the flame out, stood on tiptoe, and took advantage of the flame to carefully observe the situation in front of him.

I have never seen such a scene before.

The village chief glanced at the young man in front of him and asked calmly: "This is the big night, what are you going to do with such a thing?"

The young man quickly took a stack of money from his side and handed it to the village chief.

Seeing this, the village chief's eyes suddenly became straight, and his two eyeballs were about to pop out, and his eyes stopped on the stack of money.

The young man stuffed the money into the village chief's hand. The village chief quickly pushed it away, and refused: "What is this? What is this to do! If you have something to do, let me talk about it first..."

Seeing that the village chief's tone was obviously a little relaxed, the young man grabbed the village chief's hand and put the two stacks of money in the village chief's hand, showing a flattering smile on his face: "Uncle, don't be afraid, we have no malice. We are from the Wang family. We come to the village and just want to choose a cemetery here."

The man held the village chief's hand tightly with both hands: "As long as you agree to our request, this 100,000 yuan is the money to buy a cemetery. How do you allocate this money is your business, and we will not participate..."

The village chief pondered, feeling a little moved. There was a lot of wasteland in the village, and selling a cemetery was nothing. His hands, who had originally refused, half-swered and half-heartedly caught the stack of money.

Seeing this scene, the young man took back his hand and then added the following words: "But the village chief, we have a small request."

"Request?" The village chief was stunned.

The young man added word by word: "After the cemetery was sold to us, people in the village had to be buried in the cemetery we bought, and we will dig the tomb in advance."

"Hey, you are so weird. You want to make money by taking over the funeral in our village. This is not possible." The village chief pushed out the money he received.

The young man smiled again: "Village Chief, you are thinking too much. The people in the village are buried in the cemetery we bought. Not only do we not charge a penny, we also give each person a good coffin."

"Why do you do this?" The village chief was suspicious. He spent money to buy a cemetery to bury people for free and give coffins in the village. What is this kind of good thing?

"Village Chief, don't worry too much about this. Our old man from the Wang family has always been very fond of this Changshou Village. He wanted to live a life of his life, but God's will is not as good as others. So we, the younger generation, wanted to fulfill this wish and let him bury him here after death. Let the people and the old man in Changshou Village be buried in the same cemetery. One is that he does not want the old man to sleep alone here forever, and the other is that he will give another compensation to the village for our abrupt actions." The young man's face was sad and he showed a pleading expression. These words sounded reasonable, and no matter who it was, it was difficult for him to refuse his request.

The village chief was also very touched and was about to agree, a voice rang out in the heavy rain: "Is the cemetery you are going to choose a sickle slope next to the village?"

The young man's face changed slightly. When he looked in the direction of the sound from the village chief, he saw two people wearing hats, one tall and one short. The conversation they had just talked about was obviously heard by the two of them.

"Li Xiang? Shen Jiangtao? When did you come?" the village chief asked after recognizing the two.

These two are Shen Jiangtao and his master Li Xiang.

After seeing Li Xiang and Shen Jiangtao, the village chief hurriedly put away the two stacks of money in his hand.

"The first rain in May should be worshipped by the mountain god. Jiang Tao and I went to the top of Yunwu Mountain to worship the mountain god. We just came back from the mountain."

Li Xiang replied, and walked to the village chief with Shen Jiangtao.

"Yes, the cemetery we are going to buy is the wasteland of Jiandaopo." The young man showed a very friendly smile on his face, and he took out a pack of cigarettes and handed it to Li Xiang.

Li Xiang did not receive the smoke, and the heavy rain fell even harder. The sound of crackling raindrops hitting the hat was like a bag of soybeans poured high into the pot.

"Wildland, haha." Li Xiang sneered and said, "Candapo is a place surrounded by mountains and waters and gathers energy. It is the Feng Shui eye of our Changshou Village. You cannot open a tomb, and you cannot agree to what you said."

When Chen Jiangtao saw his master saying these words, his face turned cold, his hands gradually clenched into fists, and he was very wary of the visitor.

The young man still smiled and did not respond to Li Xiang's words, but turned to look at the village chief.

The village chief understood the man's meaning and looked at Li Xiang and said, "Li Xiang, Yandaopo is a wasteland. Everyone in the village knows that it is useless to stay there. Besides, the Wang family didn't want it for nothing, and they gave our village 10,000 yuan."

The village chief looked back at the young man meaningfully.

The man immediately knew to speak: "Yes, the village chief said it well, we don't want it for nothing, we will pay 10,000 yuan."

The Wang family and his group left after saying that, ignoring Li Xiang.

The next day, the village chief summoned the villagers to announce the sale of the Scarlet Slope to the Wang family. The villagers saw that they had 10,000 yuan and would have free coffins for the dead in the future, and the Wang family would dig the tomb in advance.

This is simply a good thing that comes to your door, and everyone agrees, praising the village chief for doing a good job.

Only Li Xiang was very angry and scolded him at that time, but the villagers ignored him. Some of them were sloppy and even rumored that Li Xiang was jealous and did not take advantage of it.

When the Wang family was buried, the weather was originally clear, but as soon as the coffin entered Changshou Village, it suddenly started to rain heavily. There were mudslides along the way and big trees fell down. It was less than an hour away, so I walked for a long time.

That night, Li Xiang, who had not shown up for a day, came back pale and suddenly started vomiting blood in the middle of the night. He died suddenly before he could be sent to the hospital.

"Bang!Bang!Bang!"

Chen Jiangtao, who was thinking about it in a daze, was awakened by a knock on the door.

"Jiang Tao, open the door! I have something to say to you..."

Hearing the village chief's voice, Chen Jiangtao's heart moved. Why did he come? After putting away the book quickly, he quickly opened the door lock.

"Village Chief, what's wrong with me here this night?" Chen Jiangtao said and told the village chief home.

The village chief was about to enter the door, a moonlight reflected from the Gossip mirror, leaving a round spot on his chest.

He looked up and glanced at the gossip mirror. The village chief's face changed slightly. He took a step back and said, "I won't go into the house, just talk outside."

Chen Jiangtao had no choice but to move a chair outside the house and let the village chief sit at the door.

The village chief sat down slowly, took a moment in the worn-out clothes, and finally took out something carefully wrapped in black cloth and placed it quietly on the table.

Chen Jiangtao looked at the village chief inexplicably.

The village chief stretched out his two dry hands and slowly pushed the black cloth away. There was a passbook covered with oil stains inside.
Chapter completed!