"Don't say that, go to the hospital quickly!" Yu Xu's father helped Zhang Jianguo up.

The evil ghost turned out to be pretended by humans, and the villagers in Zhangjia Village were very indignant.

Zhang Pengyuan originally brought the classmates who watched Chen Jiangtao's jokes, and then they all looked at him with admiration.

"Let's go!" Zhang Pengyuan said annoyedly, leaving on his own, gritting his teeth, and his eyes were very unwilling.

Zhang Minze followed him with a smile and said, "Back to the rock, thank you!"

The truth about the "evil ghost" was exposed, and Zhangjia Village got rid of the fear that lasted for several years, and the villagers were particularly grateful to Chen Jiangtao.

That night, the villagers spontaneously went to the gravel field to hold a table banquet to celebrate.

The table banquet in Zhangjia Village is usually held in the second week after the whole village harvests the millet on the day the whole village has harvested, and it is a tradition that has lasted for many years.

Each family offers a table, four stools, and four dishes.

The table was connected in a circle along the glutinous yard, and the stools were placed in the inside and outside, leaving eight holes for the inside and outside circles to enter and exit. Then the villagers formed two circles inside and outside, and turned around to eat.

In the center of the entire circular table, a table is placed separately for the most important people in the village to sit. People sitting here do not need to circle around and pick up food. If the villagers who eat the mat in circles eat that dish, they can put it on for the people in the center table to eat. This not only shows the villagers' respect for you, but also shows a simple beauty.

In Zhangjia Village's habit, the order of offering vegetables contains the good luck of giving money.

But the rice flowers did not bloom that night, just to celebrate Zhangjia Village no longer had to be troubled by evil spirits. Even the table banquet was an exception. Two tables were placed in the middle.

One table sat the village chief, the oldest elder, and some respected people; the other table sat the three of Yu Xu and his family, and Chen Jiangtao and his group of three.

As a non-Zhang family in the village, Yu Xu's family has always been treated and even bullied by most people with the surname Zhang. Even if Yu Xu was admitted to Qing'an University, many people in the village named Zhang looked down on his family.

Unexpectedly, his family could sit in the middle of the table banquet today. Yu Xu's parents were so happy that they kept wiping their tears, especially when the villagers in the village came to their table to serve vegetables, and some of the people who were usually bad at his family were drinking and apologizing. Yu Xu's parents were so excited that they were so excited.

"Chen Jiangtao, I really didn't expect that Yu Yuanchao would have such a day when I could sit in this place for dinner." Yu Xu's father looked at Chen Jiangtao gratefully.

The dish plates in front of Chen Jiangtao and Miao Li were already filled with various dishes compiled by other people in the village, all piled up like small hills, but people kept coming.

It can be seen that these people are really grateful.

Yu Xu also looked very excited: "President, I really didn't expect the villagers to hold a table banquet and let us sit here! Today's scene is even more grand than if I was admitted to university and held a college entrance banquet."

"More than that, this is more lively than your father married me back then!" Yu Xu's mother, who was standing beside her, was also deeply moved.

Yu Xu's father had already drunk a lot of wine, and his face was full of smiles, "Yu Xu, you must learn more from you, Chen Jiangtao in the future. You are such a capable person."

The village chief and others were sitting at another table. The villagers generally had opinions about him preventing Zhang Jianguo from sending his wife to the hospital today. Only a few people picked up food and offered it to the other people at that table.

The village chief Zhang Erfu was a little worried, and he couldn't stop drinking. After a few respected people arrived, they even came to Chen Jiangtao's table and asked him some Feng Shui questions.

The atmosphere of the whole table banquet was very lively, which made the table where the village chief was even more deserted.

It is easy to get drunk when you are drunk. Later, Zhang Erfu looked at Chen Jiangtao and others who were surrounded by the villagers and felt very uncomfortable, so he poured a glass of wine and walked over shakingly.

"Hey, this classmate, I am Zhang Erfu, the village chief of Zhangjia Village. I am really grateful for what happened today." Zhang Erfu stood in front of Shen Jiangtao: "I will give you a cup on behalf of Zhangjia Village."

"It should be, the village chief, don't be polite." Chen Jiangtao answered politely.

After drinking it all, Zhang Erfu finished his drink, he smiled drunk again and said, "Hey, I have heard about the matter of relying on the rock. It's very mysterious. Do you think this Feng Shui is a lie?"

The usual close confidants of the village chief next to him were also villagers who helped the village chief stop Zhang Jianguo in Zhang Jianguo before. At this time, they also said, "Yes, I heard that it is feudal superstition and a fool."

"Do you still remember the Wang Laosai in Shangtun Village? It's the Yin-Yang Mr. Wang Laosai who also helped people see the graves. Some time ago, it seemed that his legs were broken because of a lie."

Feng Shui is what Chen Jiangtao values ​​the most; the reason why he had conflicts with Zhang Pengyuan was because he slandered Feng Shui. Feng Shui is the bottom line of Chen Jiangtao and his backward scale.

Looking at the village chief and the villagers who were provoking trouble, Chen Jiangtao calmly drank a glass of rice wine in his hand and said to them coldly: "You ask me if Feng Shui is a lie. If I say it is not a lie, then you will definitely think I am a charlatan, but if you ask me that donating money to the dead can ensure safety and Feng Shui is even more lies, I will definitely choose the former."

"What are you talking about?" Zhang Erfu was stunned for a moment.

During the years when Zhangjia Village was shrouded in the horror of "evil ghosts", every day, at 11 o'clock, the village asked the villagers to go to the gravel drying ground to donate money to the ancestors of the Zhangjia family to ensure safety.

But judging from the current situation, since the evil ghost is fake, the previous donation of money was nonsense.

Chen Jiangtao's words immediately attracted the villagers' discussion.

Zhang Erfu couldn't help but panic. He quickly explained: "We didn't know at first that we were evil ghosts pretending to be humans. Those money donated to the Zhang family's ancestral card were invited by the King of the Crystal Temple to do the rituals, which is obvious to all."

"I won't talk about the money I donated this year." Chen Jiangtao looked at Zhang Erfu: "Since the evil ghost already knows that it is pretending to be a human, there is no need to ask someone to do rituals again. Should the money be returned to the villagers?"

Zhang Erfu was sweating and awakened halfway through the wine. The people following him looked a little panicked.

In fact, every year I only spend a small part of the donation, and the remaining part was divided up by them. The reason why the village chief has been intentionally or unintentionally allowing the evil ghost to exist is that it is also an opportunity to make money.

"This..." Zhang Erfu rolled his eyes and raised his hand and said, "Hey, hey, I heard from me. Although those people were arrested today, if you think about it carefully, it won't prove that there will be no evil ghosts in our village?"

"It is very likely that the arrested person was just a few people who did bad things and were hit at this time." Zhang Erfu said solemnly: "That evil ghost may still exist. It is still necessary to ask the Taoist priest to do rituals."
Chapter completed!