What my father meant by this was not to move the grave, but to feel a little guilty about taking my money to move the grave. Perhaps he felt that it was a father's dereliction of duty to take on the family responsibilities when his son was only 18 years old.

I was stunned for a while, patted my father on the shoulder, and said, "My money is the money of this family, and you are the general of our family, and the general has the final say in everything, so you don't need to discuss it with my little soldier, hehe!" ”

Listening to my words, my father laughed and scolded, "You kid, when did you become so slippery." ”

"Hehe," I laughed, "Father, you should always abandon that old-fashioned thinking, what kind of society is there now, how can the money in the family be divided between what the son earns or the father earns." ”

We chatted for a while, generally some words of comfort to my father, until two o'clock in the evening, my father waved away the guilt in his heart, we were a little sleepy, and we didn't say anything about moving the grave, so we squeezed into the room where Guo Fatzi slept and slept all night.

This night I slept very soundly, and dreamed of many things in bits and pieces, and when it was almost dawn, I dreamed of an old man wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform, who arched his hand at me and said, "Thank you for piling up the grave for me!" ”

Originally, I didn't know what this meant, but then I thought about it, nine times out of ten Wang Jie's family worshiped the wrong grave, and the tomb next to it was the grave of his ancestors, I called Wang Jie's father and told him the dream.

After he listened, there were no extra words, so he said that when he was Qingming next year, he would erect a monument to his ancestors to prevent future generations from worshipping the wrong grave again.

I hung up, put on my clothes, and headed out of the room, where my father and Joyce were talking at the dinner table.

"What are you talking about?" I walked over and asked my father.

"Miss Qiao told me about you, I didn't expect to really misunderstand you last night." My father smiled apologetically at me.

I quit, and I didn't want to mention it again, for Joyce was going to make some trouble, so I sat down beside my father, and asked, "Who are you going to do the work of moving graves?" I am the Eight Immortals, and my own grave can't be moved, only to find someone else, do you have someone in mind? ”

"I want to find Lao Xiucai to see a new grave first, and then ask Lao Wang and them to help carry the coffin, what do you think of these two people?" My father looked at me and asked me in a consultative tone.

I said: "Lao Xiucai's knowledge of feng shui is good, Lao Wang's strength is also good, the two of them are very good, it's just that a Taoist priest is needed to move the grave, who are you going to find?" ”

The father lit a cigarette and said slowly: "Daoist Qingxuanzi, I had some friendship with him in the early years, and I found him to preside over the relocation of the grave, so I shouldn't refuse!" ”

He said this to tell me that he already knew that I was having an unpleasant quarrel with the group of Taoist priests of Shui Yun Zhenren, presumably this Qing Xuanzi and Shui Yun Zhenren should not be in the same group, otherwise my father would not invite him, so I asked my father, "Who is the Taoist of Qing Xuanzi?" ”

"You should have met, the last time I met him in the town, he said that I gave birth to a good son and cured all the evil bubbles in Li Zhuang!" My father looked at me with a smile, "Do you remember?" ”

"He's the Qingxuanzi Dao Chief?" I was surprised, and a figure appeared in my mind, with a Chinese face, and a three-inch-long beard at the corner of his mouth, which was the middle-aged Taoist priest at Li Hazi's funeral.

"It's him, when we were young, we had a good relationship, and then he learned the Tao halfway, and he has a prominent reputation in our Dongxing Town over the years, so we have less contact, and most people don't want to move him!" The father smiled mysteriously and said, "I should be able to get him moving!" ”

For my father, it is a thing worth showing off to be able to invite Qingxuanzi, at least to show some of my father's differences in front of me, how can I not understand what my father means, this is a common problem of being a father, and I hope that I will appear very profound in front of my children.

"Father? You're so powerful, even Qing Xuanzi can please move! "Actually, I've been an Eight Immortals for so long, and I've never heard anyone mention Qingxuanzi, but it's not good to save my father's face, so I have to pretend to be surprised.

"When Daoist Qingxuanzi comes, I will introduce you to you, and you will have much less resistance to carrying the coffin in the future." My father smiled brightly.

I smiled, looked at my father with pretended admiration, and said, "Thank you so much!" "To be honest, I don't think that Qing Xuanzi is very powerful, but I just think that he is a little different from his Taoist priest, not so philistine.

"Have you been deceived? My grandmother said that the current Taoist priests are all fake Taoist priests, and the real Taoist priests do not come out of the deep mountains and old forests. Joyce chimed in.

As soon as she finished saying this, I saw my father sink and said, "Little girl, don't talk nonsense, Qing Xuanzi's skills are very high, and the corpse is rotten, he only needs to draw a talisman and stick it on the coffin, and the smell will disappear immediately." ”

"That's just the entrance to the Taoist, painting the Qing technique, you can't enter the hall, if it's a true Taoist..."The father's face became more and more heavy, no wonder, it could be heard from the father's tone, he admired Qing Xuanzi very much, and now when Joyce said this, he would naturally be unhappy in his heart.

I quickly stopped Joyce's words, pulled her back, smiled at my father, and said, "My friend, there is something wrong here, too self-righteous. As I spoke, I pointed to her head.

Joyce seemed to notice that her father's face was wrong, and she stuck out her tongue and sat down without speaking, but her hand twisted my waist as if to vent that she had a brain problem.

I endured the pain, glared at her, looked at my father, and said, "Then it's decided, find Lao Xiucai in feng shui, let Lao Wang find someone for the job of carrying the coffin, and the Taoist priest of the ceremony will find Qing Xuanzi, I just took the opportunity to steal some teachers on Qing Xuanzi, maybe I can still use it in the future." ”

The latter words really slapped my father on the back, and my father laughed happily, and even said, good, good. After all, what father doesn't want to help his children? Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

Subsequently, we had some breakfast, I took the birthday of my father and walked towards the old Xiucai's house, I can't participate in the relocation of my own grave, I must participate as a filial son and grandson, otherwise it will make the ancestors unhappy, even the simplest day, I can't participate.

When he came to Lao Xiucai's house, he was sitting at the door with a stool, with Erlang's legs crossed, and some coffee tables next to him, humming a tune in his mouth, and staring at the left with a thief's eyes.

I followed his gaze to the left, and saw Widow Liu squatting in front of her house brushing her teeth, because she had just gotten up in the morning, her clothes had a few buttons that were not buttoned, and her chest was exposed with a large piece of crispy flesh with white flowers.