"Who are you?" The village chief asked a wary rhetorical question, but did not answer him, and at the same time stretched out his right hand to probe the firelight outward, stood on tiptoe, and took advantage of the firelight to carefully observe the situation in front of him.

I have never seen this kind of battle.

The village chief glanced at the young man in front of him, and asked calmly: "What are you here to get this big night, bring 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 straightened, 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 hands of the village chief, who quickly pushed it away, refusing in his mouth: "What is this?" Here's what it's about! If there's anything, let's 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, put the two stacks of money in the village chief's hand, and showed a flattering smile on his face: "Uncle, don't be afraid, we don't have any malicious intentions, we are from the Wang family, and we came to the village just to choose a cemetery here." ”

The man clasped the village chief's hand with both hands: "As long as you agree to our request, this 100,000 yuan is the money to buy the cemetery, how you distribute this money is your business, and we will not participate in ......"

The village chief groaned, a little moved, there is a lot of wasteland in the village, and selling a cemetery is nothing. The hands that originally refused caught the stack of money half-pushed and half-pushed.

Seeing this scene, the young man withdrew 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, after that, the dead people in the village had to be buried in the cemetery we bought, and the grave would be dug in advance." ”

"Hey, you're very weird, you want to take over the funeral in our village to make money, this can't work." The village chief pushed the money he received out.

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

"Why?" The village chief was suspicious, and spent money to buy a cemetery for the village to bury people for free, and also sent a coffin, and this kind of good thing?

"Village chief, you don't have to worry about this, our old man of the Wang family has always been very fond of this longevity village, and he wanted to come to live when he was alive, but God's will is not good. So those of us who are juniors want to give him this wish, and let him be buried here after death. Let the people of Changshou Village and the old man be buried in the same cemetery, firstly, we don't want the old man to be alone here, and secondly, it is another compensation for our abrupt move to the village. The young man's face was sad and pleading, and it sounded reasonable, and it was difficult for anyone to refuse his request.

The village chief was also very touched, and was about to agree, when a voice sounded in the torrential rain: "Is the cemetery you want to choose the sickle slope next to the village?" ”

The young man's face changed slightly, and he and the village chief both looked in the direction where the voice came from, and saw two people wearing hats, one tall and one short, and the conversation they had just had obviously been heard by the two.

"Li Xiang? Shen Jiangtao? When did you guys get here? The village chief asked after recognizing the two men.

These two people 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 worshiped to the mountain god, Jiang Tao and I went to the top of Yunwu Mountain to worship the mountain god, and just came back from the mountain."

Li Xiang replied in his mouth and walked in front of the village chief with Shen Jiangtao.

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

Li Xiang didn't pick up the cigarette, the rainstorm was heavier, and the sound of crackling raindrops hitting the hat was as loud as a bag of soybeans poured high into a pot.

"Wasteland, hehe." Li Xiang sneered and said: "Sickle Slope is a place where mountains and rivers gather qi, and it is the feng shui eye of our longevity village, and we can't open a tomb, let alone agree to what you said." ”

When Shen Jiangtao saw that the master said these words, his face was cold, and his hands gradually clenched into fists, and he was very wary of the people who came.

The young man was still smiling, and he didn't respond to Li Xiang's words, but turned his head to look at the village chief.

The village chief understood what the man meant, looked at Li Xiang and said, "Li Xiang, Sickle Slope is a wasteland, and everyone in the village knows that it is useless to be idle there. What's more, the Wang family didn't ask for it in vain, and gave us 10,000 yuan in the village. ”

The village chief glanced back at the young man meaningfully.

The man immediately helped: "Yes, the village chief is right, we don't ask for it in vain, we will pay 10,000 yuan." ”

After the Wang family finished speaking, they left and ignored Li Xiang.

The next day, the village chief convened the villagers to announce the sale of the sickle slope to the Wang family, and the villagers saw that there were 10,000 yuan, and the dead would have free coffins in the future, and the Wang family would dig the tomb in advance.

This is simply a good thing sent to the door, and they all agreed, and they all praised the village chief for doing a good job.

Only Li Xiang was very angry, and he scolded him at the time, but none of the villagers paid attention to him, and some small-minded people also spread rumors that Li Xiang was red-eyed and did not monopolize the benefits.

When the Wang family was buried, the weather was originally clear, but as soon as the coffin entered Changshou Village, it suddenly rained heavily, followed by mudslides along the way, and big trees fell.

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

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Shen Jiangtao, who was thinking about it, 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, Shen Jiangtao's heart moved, why did he come? After quickly putting the book away, he quickly unlocked the door.

"Village chief, what's the matter with me this big night?" Shen Jiangtao spoke, and let the village chief go home.

The village chief was about to enter the door when a ray of moonlight reflected off the gossip mirror, leaving a circular spot of light on his chest.

Looking up and glancing at the gossip mirror, the village chief's face changed slightly, and he took a step back and said, "I won't enter the house, just talk outside." ”

Shen 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, dug through the shabby clothes, and finally took out something carefully wrapped in a black cloth and placed it quietly on the table.

Shen Jiangtao looked at the village chief inexplicably.

The village chief stretched out two dry hands and slowly removed the black cloth, revealing an oil-stained passbook inside.

Looking at the passbook, the village chief sighed deeply: "Jiang Tao, you grew up with Li Xiang since you were a child, is it true that feng shui really exists in this world?" ”