In front of the dilapidated mud brick house, the old village chief was still scolding and scolding, chattering non-stop, and there was a kind of anger that hated iron but not steel.

In the end, he could only turn into a helpless sigh.

He couldn't handle it.

Feng Qingyan looked at the hunchbacked figure that was staggering away, and sighed slightly in his heart. If it weren't for her previous mistakes, maybe she wouldn't be where she is today, knowing that she was wrong and still refusing to change it.

Is this self-inflicted?

Poor man, there must be something hateful!

"I see, if this continues, that bastard of Tianrong will definitely pull the coffin that her husband left her to sell. At this time, Uncle Feng shook his head and said, he was also very helpless in his heart, he was really angry to death with such a son.

"The coffin that Huaguang's dead ghost got back?"

The old village chief was stunned for a moment, he had heard of the coffin, which her husband had secretly brought back from other places twenty or thirty years ago.

"Isn't that exact? Tsk, I heard that the coffin is a good coffin. Even Hua Guang, the dead ghost, was reluctant to use it when he died, and wanted to leave it to his wife. I think now, I will definitely be pulled and sold by that bastard of Tianrong......" Uncle Feng shook his head and said, when he talked about the coffin, he was also envious.

"He dares!"

The old village elder was furious.

"Hmph, why wouldn't he dare? I heard that it was a Nanmu coffin, worth tens of thousands. Uncle Feng said, but it's worth tens of thousands, he doesn't know very well, he's just hearsay.

"Worth tens of thousands?"

The old village chief was a little surprised, although he had heard that the coffin was good, but he really didn't know that it was worth so much money, "It's worth so much money, won't it?"

"No, hehe, you don't know, I'll tell you. ”

Uncle Feng was a little proud, and then leaned up and said: "I heard that the coffin is made of golden silk nanmu, do you know what golden silk nanmu is? Jinsi nanmu is also called emperor wood." In ancient times, what emperors, what ministers, all made coffins out of golden silk nanmu, do you think it's worth it?"

"Really?"

The old village chief was stunned by Uncle Feng.

"Of course it's true. Uncle Feng said firmly.

"How did that dead ghost get that Huaguang back?" asked the old village chief with some curiosity.

"I don't know about this, who knows how he got back. Uncle Feng shook his head.

At this time, even Feng Qingyan couldn't help but be a little surprised when he heard it.

If the coffin was really made of golden silk nanmu, it would not be a matter of tens of thousands of yuan, but tens of millions of yuan. Especially in recent years, the golden silk nanmu has been speculated by merchants, so that its price has risen vigorously, and it has been speculated to a sky-high price, which is more expensive than gold.

If it is a high-quality golden silk nanmu, it may sell for a few million.

However, he didn't believe it, after all, the golden silk nanmu coffin is not so easy to find, if it is an ordinary nanmu coffin, it is still possible, and it is not surprising that it is worth tens of thousands of yuan. At this time, he was a little curious, how did that Huaguang get it back from the outside, after all, the Nanmu coffin was very valuable.

Although Hua Guang has been dead for several years, he still has some impressions that he is just an ordinary villager. In fact, in the body of that ruined boy Tianrong, you can still find some shadows of him, what is lazy and idle, there are ......

Their father and son seem to be in the same line.

As the saying goes, if there is a father, there must be a son, but Tianrong has gone more than him.

However, twenty or thirty years ago, it was not surprising that a Nanmu coffin could be recovered. After all, in those days, there were many bizarre and strange things.

Moreover, in that era, Nanmu was not as ridiculously tall as it is now.

At this time, the topic of Uncle Feng and the others had slowly shifted to the coffin. After all, in the eyes of many elderly people in the countryside, it is a great blessing to be able to get a good coffin after death.

However, for this kind of topic, Feng Qingyan couldn't interject, just listened quietly. After they finished speaking, they asked the old village chief, "Old village chief, is Uncle Ming not at home?"

The Uncle Ming in Feng Qingyan's mouth is Luo Zhengming, the son of the old village chief, and the current village head of Qingshan Village.

"Yes, are you looking for him?" asked the old village chief.

"Since we are here, let's go talk together and listen to Uncle Ming's opinion. After all, if the village wants to engage in scenic spots, it must not be without the support of Uncle Ming. If Uncle Ming doesn't support it, even if we want to, we won't be able to do it. Feng Qingyan smiled and said, in fact, he pulled the old village chief, Qigong and Uncle Feng to talk for most of the day, just to get their support and let them take the lead.

When you explain your plan, let them help you speak.

"Rest assured, he's got his back. The old village chief swore and said.

Feng Qingyan smiled, and then everyone went to the old village chief's house together, but at this time, the village chief was not at home, but went to the town.

This matter had to be stopped, and then Feng Qingyan returned home.

He made a cup of tea and slowly wrote down his plan on the computer, but it was very complicated and involved in all aspects, and it was impossible to write it all at once.

Moreover, in the process of writing, it also needs to be perfected a little bit.

The main thing is that he is not a professional.

In the evening, he took Da Hei for a walk, and then walked into the Land Temple.

At this time, the land temple is still a little lively, and many villagers come to worship. Under that divine case, he also saw several villagers kneeling there quietly, as if they also wanted to ask for a jade leaf.

In their eyes, the jade leaf is an elixir, who doesn't want it?

When Qigong saw Feng Qingyan coming, he immediately walked up and asked curiously: "Qingyan, did you really see the Fish Leaping Dragon Gate?"

"Well, I see. Feng Qingyan nodded.

Qigong was a little remorseful, as if he had missed something, and at this time he asked, "Then do you know when the next time the fish leaps over the dragon gate?"

"This land god did not say. Feng Qingyan shook his head.

"Didn't say that?" Qigonghu hesitated for a moment, and then thought in his heart, I wonder if the land god would tell him? After all, he is the temple blessing of the land temple.

At this time, he was a little expectant, and it was better for the land god to tell him only one person.

Feng Qingyan walked around, and then left.

In the middle of the night, Feng Qingyan took out the household registration record and turned out the information of the old woman and Li Tianrong. Seeing the information recorded above, he couldn't help but shake his head, and was about to teach the loser a lesson, but who knew that he hadn't even returned home.

Feng Qingyan thought about it, and then built two dream realms, which entered the minds of the seventh prince and the old woman respectively.

There is no hurry, everything is slow.

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