Wu Dashan is worthy of being a long-time officialdom, and he immediately found Zhao Qiang's weakness, coupled with Captain Yao on the side, the final result of the mediation was that Zhao Qiang compensated the Ling family for funeral expenses, mental damages, etc., a total of two million, which was double the amount that Ling Zikai opened just now. This is unprecedented in terms of traffic accident compensation in Baishan City.

Mr. Zhao obviously didn't expect such a result, and he was unwilling, but Captain Yao put on a black-faced appearance and said that if you are willing to stay in prison for two or three years for the crime of drunkenness, the compensation can be reduced by half, you choose.

Mr. Zhao glared at Zhang Hao fiercely, threw down a check, and walked away in embarrassment.

When the eagle-eyed bodyguard walked by Ling Zikai's side, he said: "Boy, you have good courage, dare to fight against my White Tiger Gang, you cow! ”

Without waiting for Ling Zikai to react, he walked away.

Ling Zikai didn't care about other people's threats, anyway, after the matter was over, he would go back to Jiangnan, thousands of miles away, and he was not afraid that they would find trouble. He was a little worried about Zhang Hao, but thinking about his identity, presumably the White Tiger Gang didn't dare to do anything to him.

After leaving the traffic police team, the four of them went to the funeral home again.

In the car, Wu Dashan wanted to say something several times, but the words came to his mouth and swallowed again, and he secretly looked at Zhang Hao.

After seeing the scene just now, although he didn't know Zhang Hao's origin, he must be a Yanei, and even the dignified public security chief greeted him with a smile, not to mention that he was a small town mayor. If something is wrong and you offend others, your future will not be good.

Seeing this, Ling Zikai took the initiative to ask: "Uncle Wu, if you have anything to say, just say it, there are no outsiders here!"

"Eldest nephew, it is said that you handled this matter single-handedly, and you must have made a lot of efforts. It's just that you look at the cuckoo as your father's adopted daughter......"

Ling Zikai interrupted Wu Dashan's words: "Don't worry, I won't take this compensation alone." After deducting all expenses, I split it equally with Cuckoo!"

Wu Dashan was overjoyed when he heard this, and then his face showed embarrassment: "The eldest nephew is a person who knows Dali, but Wu has spent the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain!"

The cuckoo, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "No, I don't want this compensation!"

Ling Zikai was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and looked at the cuckoo suspiciously.

"Girl, what are you stupid about?"

Wu Dashan jumped up like a burning buttocks: "This is the money you deserve, you have no right to give up!"

The cuckoo said calmly: "This money was sold by my father's life, and I have no right to enjoy it, so use it to repay the arrears left by my father!"

"Girl, this little money can't fill the hole left by your father!

"Uncle Wu, you don't need to say more. My dad was a man before his death, you also know that he is upright and innocent, and I don't want him to be infamous for not paying his debts after he dies!"

Ling Zikai listened calmly to the conversation between the two, wondering if the other party was performing a double reed play for himself, but seeing that Du Juan's delicate face showed a resolute look, and there seemed to be no false pretense, he asked Wu Dashan in puzzlement:

"Mayor Wu, what are you ......?"

"Alas!"

Wu Dashan let out a long sigh: "Eldest nephew, don't you know, your father contracted a forest farm in the town during his lifetime, and for various reasons, not only did he not make money, but owed a large amount of foreign debt. No, just this morning after I heard that your father had died in a car accident, many creditors blocked the courtyard of Du Juan's house and demanded that she pay back the money! Have you seen that group of people just now? In addition to your father's former friends, several of them are creditors, and they have rushed to Baishan to make the first move when they get compensation!

Ling Zikai looked at the cuckoo, and faintly felt a trace of pity for the cuckoo in his heart, and asked, "How much money is still in arrears?"

"In addition to the private loans of more than 500,000 yuan, there are also about 2 million yuan in arrears of seedling fees, pesticides, fertilizers and workers' wages when operating the forest farm over the years. ”

After Ling Zikai heard the amount reported by Du Juan, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

It's only about 2 million, which is just equal to the compensation.

Ling Zikai didn't take this windfall to heart, and even had some resistance, using this money to repay the debt was just enough to avoid his own psychological burden.

Before Ling Zikai could express his position, Du Juan hesitated and said:

"In addition, there are 20 million loans in the bank!"

"What?"

Ling Zikai almost jumped. The amount reported before daring is only a fraction, and the real big pit is waiting for you in the back!

The total debt is more than 22.5 million, which is absolutely an astronomical amount for any ordinary person. If you live on your current salary of more than 8,000 yuan a month, how many lifetimes will it take you to pay it off?

Ling Zikai's face was a little ugly, he felt that he had made a big mistake, that is, he shouldn't have come to this Baishan City, and he shouldn't have come to see the last side of his father, who should have died a long time ago.

He had a feeling that he was going to fall into a pit, and subconsciously, he kept reminding himself to get out of here quickly, not to fall into it!

Look at Zhang Hao, this shrewd classmate like a "mouse" was also shocked at all times, and was obviously intimidated by the arrears of more than 20 million.

Wu Dashan was also full of helplessness.

It was the cuckoo who still maintained a calm look, maybe she had seen too many such scenes, and she was not surprised, or the so-called fleas were not itchy and had more debts. Now that he knows that he can't repay his debts, he has a rogue mentality.

After a pause, Ling Zikai said: "I don't want a penny of compensation, you can take it all to pay off the debt! As for the rest of the debts, I'm sorry, I can't do anything!"

After finishing speaking, Ling Zikai felt relaxed after letting go of his heavy burden.

Perhaps, Ling Zikai himself didn't expect that because of this sentence, the trajectory of his life would be changed.

Zhang Hao gave Ling Zikai a thumbs up, meaning to say, buddy, okay! More than one million dollars don't want it, you cow!

Wu Dashan looked at Ling Zikai, with deep admiration on his face in addition to surprise.

Perhaps, when you are faced with millions of huge sums of money, you can still resist the temptation in your heart. But to make you throw away the millions of dollars in your hands, I believe that few people can do it.

Moreover, the temperament of the young man in front of him was so similar to the dead Ling Feng, he did not shirk what he could do, and resolutely abandoned unrealistic things, neatly, and without dragging his feet.

The cuckoo also looked at Ling Zikai in surprise, his eyes flashing with strange colors.

After Du Juan confirmed his thoughts, he made some kind of important decision in his heart, and said to Ling Zikai calmly: "Thank you! Zikai, you don't have to worry about the debt. I'll figure it out slowly. This is the compensation that belongs to you, and I have the right to borrow it for the time being, and I will definitely return it to you in the future. ”

Ling Zikai glanced at Du Juan suspiciously, and saw that her eyes were full of firmness and confidence! He couldn't help but secretly say: Can you pay off this huge debt by yourself alone? It's not just a nice word, but as for whether it can be cashed in at that time, only God knows.

"You don't have to pay it back! it wasn't my money in the first place. ”

Now that the words have been spoken, of course Ling Zikai will not regret it.

The cuckoo was silent for a moment and said, "I hope you can accompany me to send Dad's ashes back to the sea of clouds, and then leave after burial, okay?"

Seeing that Ling Zikai was about to open his mouth to refuse, he hurriedly added: "Just take it as my last request to you on behalf of my father!

Ling Zikai looked at the cuckoo's moving appearance, his eyes were full of expectation, his heart softened, and he nodded silently.

The next day, after the body was cremated, Ling Zikai and his entourage chartered a minibus in Baishan City and rushed to Yunhai Town.

In the car, Ling Zikai learned about the destination - Yunhai Town, which is located in the depths of the mountains of Xing'an Mountains, more than 200 kilometers away from Baiyun City.

Yunhai County, where Yunhai Town is located, and Baiyun City are plains, and there is a highway built to make the journey take just over an hour.

Out of the Yunhai Expressway intersection, there is a fast passage to Yunhai County.

Although the name is fast, Yunhai County already belongs to the forest area of the Xing'an Mountains, and the highway is built along the mountain, winding and twisting, and the average speed is only 50 yards. More than 40 kilometers of road were reduced to nearly an hour.

And Yunhai Town is more than sixty kilometers away from Yunhai County, and according to Ling Zikai's worst estimate, it should be more than two hours away.

But after the car drove onto the simple road to Yunhai Town, Ling Zikai understood the meaning of what Wu Dashan said yesterday that it was not easy for people in the mountains to go out.

The gravel road, which is less than four meters wide, weaves through the canyons and streams of the Xing'an Mountains, with either steep slopes or overhanging cliffs, and sometimes encountering sharp bends, and the car has to turn backwards before driving through. To get on the train, you have to wait for more than ten minutes at the specially opened meeting point before you can move forward.

The driver of the minibus drove cautiously while muttering that he would never come to the sea of clouds again in his life.

It took more than 60 kilometers to drive for more than four hours to reach Yunhai Town.

It is said to be a town, but in fact, there are only fifty or sixty families, concentrated on a relatively gentle hillside, and some adobe houses have been built to form a village.

After the minibus arrived at its destination, it was impatient to return, and it was a little tight to run out of the mountain road in Yunhai Town before dark.

Some of the entourage went back to their homes, and the rest followed him to the cuckoo's house.

The urn has always been held by a cuckoo. It stands to reason that this should be Ling Zikai's obligation as a son, but Ling Zikai didn't know what kind of trick he had committed, so he refused. The cuckoo is not reluctant, only he does it for himself.

The cuckoo's house is in the westernmost part of town. A small courtyard with three houses facing north and south is built with mud and water mixed with soil and thatch, and the roof is also covered with thatch. It looks like it's been a few years.

Originally, according to local customs, after death, people should build a mourning shed, arrange a mourning hall, and have many rituals such as stopping the spirit, hanging filial piety, etc.

But firstly, Du Juan was the only one left in the family, and secondly, everyone knew that Ling Feng owed a huge amount of debt during his lifetime, and in line with the principle of spending as little money as possible if he could, he decided to keep everything simple.

The ashes were placed on a table in the hall, white candles were lit, three green incense sticks were burned, and the paper was burned.

After worshipping for a while, they dispersed and waited for the next day to come back and bury the ashes.

After dinner, another neighbor from the town came to pay respects, and they regretted Ling Feng's death in their words.

But more of the conversation was about the life of the cuckoo after that, especially about the huge arrears. I probably heard that the cuckoo had brought back a large amount of compensation, so I came to see the situation.

The cuckoo's expression was calmer, and she said that when her father was buried in the ground, she would pay off everyone's arrears.

Ling Zikai sat on the side of the hall. Occasionally, after someone heard that Ling Zikai was Lao Ling's son, they would come up to him and say a few words to him. Except for politely replying to guests, Ling Zikai rarely took the initiative to say hello.

Secretly, he had been observing the cuckoo.

The lights in the hall are a little yellow, giving it a hazy feeling.

Under the light, the cuckoo, who was dressed in white, looked a little slender, with black hair like transparent, and a princess bun with a small white flower inserted in the bun. White and pure face, soft eyebrows. There is a small mouth under the small bridge of the nose, the lips are thin, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved upward, with a little sadness, adding a bit of charming charm, and the whole face is as delicate and beautiful as a hibiscus out of the water.

At this moment, the cuckoo's gaze also happened to scan. looked at each other and found that the other party was secretly looking at him, and each of them was in a mess, and avoided it with some embarrassment.

At this time, it was late at night, and no one came to the festival.

In the silence, the cuckoo coughed dryly, and suddenly asked Ling Zikai, "Do you hate your father?"

Ling Zikai nodded. Then he looked at the urn on the table, and said in a muffled voice: "The past has passed! Besides, everyone is dead, what is the point of saying this?"

The cuckoo was silent for a moment, and then said leisurely, "You are right. In a lifetime, once you enter the loess, everything is empty! What kind of affection, love, grievances and grievances are just clouds of the past, as long as you look away, what else can't you let go?"

Ling Zikai knew that there was something in the other party's words, as if he was persuading himself, and his heart was moved, but he didn't respond.

Seeing that it was late at night, Du Juan led Ling Zikai to the east wing room to rest. Maybe it was because of the rush all the way, Ling Zikai lay on the clay kang and fell asleep unconsciously.

I don't know how much time has passed, but the hidden door quietly opens.

I saw the cuckoo walking in gently, looking at the sleeping Ling Zikai with complicated eyes.