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At sunset, Pang Dongxu and Fu Qing were buried together under the gaze of relatives and friends, and they were wrapped in splendor, like two young couples who were sleeping, without the horror and hideousness of the deceased.

"Under the Yellow Spring, you are each other's companions, and we as elders can also feel at ease."

"Let's go, let's go, you are a husband and wife blessed by God, even if you go to the Hades Palace, they will not embarrass you, be a pair of mandarin ducks in the underworld, and please bless the rest of us, be happy and healthy."

Father Pang and Father Fu read the words, and when the coffin lid was completely closed and nailed to death, the two of them let out a long sigh.

Sad and sad, fortunately, it ended with a happy event.

"Look!" Suddenly, the feng shui gentleman spoke.

The others looked over and saw that there was a golden beam of sunset that fell right on the place where they were buried, and coincidentally there was nothing else!

"Farewell to the golden wisp, I will say that they are a pair of mandarin ducks that the heavens are extremely concerned about!" Mr. Feng Shui said loudly.

Father Pang and Father Fu still looked melancholy just now, and after seeing this beam of sunset, their faces almost bloomed with joy.

There have been many signs before, all of which show that they are blessed by God, and they did not fully believe it at first, but now the special sunset at the time of the joint burial is really special.

There is no other place, just a wisp of golden evening in the place where they are buried together!

Heaven made in heaven, heaven in heaven!!

It's hard for them to have a thin life, otherwise if they combine the two families, they will definitely be able to be lucky and strong, and the two families will prosper together!

Others also saw it and were amazed.

It's too rare to be so cared for by God after death, in ancient times, it must be regarded as a golden mandarin duck!!

"Lao Pang, I am quite familiar with the mayor of the town, and I asked him to write the affairs of our daughter and son in the town chronicles, which can be regarded as leaving a meaningful name for future generations?" Father Fu suddenly had such an idea, and said with some excitement.

"This is good! That's good! But can the mayor say yes? Father Pang hurriedly asked.

"It's not a matter of a little money, I'll ask the engineering team to repair the bridge into the town." Father Fu said.

"How can you let your brother pay alone, and I will pay half of it. By the way, from today onwards, we are in-laws, and we will have to support us a lot in the future! Father Pang said.

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There is an old bridge in Nanhe Town, and the cement deck is full of potholes, and even the position of the bridge piers has many steel bars poked out.

There is also a quarry in Nanshan in Nanhe Township, which is the most important source of income for the town, and the heavy quarrying trucks must pass through the cement bridge before they can be transported to the national highway.

But those with a little construction experience know that if the bridge is not repaired, it will be crushed by quarrying trucks sooner or later.

In case of a death, their Nanhe Town will definitely be held accountable by the county, and none of the officials in the town will be able to escape.

But the town's taxes are too low, there are not many households in the whole town that can afford to pay taxes, the Pang family and the Fu family are the two richest families in the whole town, and now they are married, I am afraid that the mayor of the town will compliment them when they see it.

The two men did what they said, and that night, they invited the mayor to their home.

and explained the matter of the town chronicle.

"It's not very good, two brothers, we are the call of the corresponding organization, to break some feudal superstitions, you have made such a big marriage a lot, it is already a bit excessive, how can you still write this kind of thing into the town chronicles?" The mayor's first reaction was to oppose it.

"Rushing to mourn with joy, how can it be called feudal superstition??" Father Fu was wide and fat, and he spoke with a bit of toughness, and he didn't give the mayor any face.

If it was in the past, Father Fu would still be polite to the mayor, after all, he wanted to do business here, but now that he has the connections and resources of the Pang family, this mayor is not a fart in his eyes!

"I didn't mean that, I didn't mean that, with the contributions of the two to our town, it must be no problem to go to the town chronicle, but the two sons and misses, mainly this kind of thing is written in, I really can't explain it to the above." The mayor still disagreed.

What a joke.

Write the ghost marriage into the town chronicles, whether they will develop Nanhe Town in the future, and whether they will keep up with the pace of the new era, not to mention that the organization has been strictly engaged in feudal superstition, this ghost marriage is feudal superstition.

Two dead people get married, and that's fine.

In some places, the road is impassable, and even the dead are married to the living, and if they refuse, they will occupy the local power and forcibly persecute them.

Those villages, it's not like nothing hasn't happened!

The town chronicles recorded a couple of men and women who married in the underworld??

He doesn't have to be the mayor of the town!

"If you don't agree, I won't pay a cent for the bridge." Father Fu said very directly.

The mayor, with his round glasses, pushed the frames.

The mayor of the town really has no choice about the bridge.

Originally, the mayor of the town had negotiated with Fu's father very early on, and their family would fund the bridge to repair it, and then he, as the mayor of the town, would lead him to the line in the county, who knew that her daughter suddenly died of illness.

It is certainly impossible to ask someone for money from someone who has done such a thing, so the matter has been delayed again and again.

"Old man, how can you go back on your word like this." Mayor Mare said with some anger.

"Why did I go back on track and tell you that you have to do this for me. Isn't it just to ask a person with a little bit of culture to write a praise for the marriage between my daughter and Lao Pang's son, what's so difficult, Mr. Feng Shui has said that they are blessed by God, and you write it in the town chronicles, which is equivalent to conforming to God, and maybe it will bring blessings to the town in the future. The more Father Pang spoke, the more excited he became.

"But isn't it, look at this Nanhe Town for yourself, is there a little improvement in your hands? In addition to being poor, it is poor, let you write them in the town chronicles, or stain the light of our children, even God sent down a golden light to send them away, do you know what it means! Father Pang also said unceremoniously.

Almost the whole town knows about being blessed by God.

Indeed, many people have seen some signs with their own eyes, such as the very difficult to shake the good sign of the Yuelao Temple, and the branches of the two camphor trees in the two courtyards connected together, and the incomparably special golden evening light when they were buried together.

The town was originally not big, and the matter spread after half a day, coupled with the exaggerated claims of some matchmakers and feng shui gentlemen, everyone now thinks that they are golden mandarin ducks.

For a time, the things used by the two deceased during their lifetimes attracted the attention of people in the town, and some people with small capital were even willing to spend money to buy one and collect it at home, which could bring good luck, not to mention, but also find their own gold and jade fate!