"Bastard!"

Zhang Yuan's loud scolding made the eyes of countless people in the restaurant turn to him.

"Mr. Zhang, what's going on, do you need my help?" He Xiangyang was the first to leave his seat and walked over.

Zhang Yuan's face was gloomy as water, but he didn't reply to He Xiangyang's words, but looked at He Xianglin: "Old He, if you have nothing to do here, send me back to Nanjiang." ”

"I'm fine, I can leave at any time." He Xianglin said busily.

"Then let's go now." Zhang Yuan patted He Xiangyang's shoulder, took the lead and walked out a few steps, and suddenly turned back to the old lady, "Old lady, mourn." ”

"What's wrong?" The old lady is old, and she has heard these two words too many times in her life, and she can't hear these two words the most.

"Cousin Zhang Hua is gone." Zhang Yuan said complicatedly, he should always let the old lady know.

Wow, hearing this, the audience was in an uproar.

Although the Zhang family quarrels a lot on weekdays, it seems that they are not affectionate, but after all, they are a family, and Zhang Hua is so young, it is inevitable that it will make people sad.

The old lady was silent for a long time, and her voice trembled a little: "Why not?" ”

"Died of illness." Zhang Yuan didn't tell the truth, he concluded that it was because Zhang Hua stole Gu Feng's tomb.

"I know, Jianming should go, I'll just say why didn't he leave in a hurry, you go, it's all a family, help him take care of Ahua's funeral, it's best to send Ahua back to his hometown for burial, the fallen leaves return to the roots, the fallen leaves return to the roots......" The old lady muttered, and the sad aura spread from his body.

The three major hardships in life are the loss of a father in a young age, the loss of a wife in middle age, and the loss of a son in old age.

Losing a child in old age, it is commonly said that a white-haired person sends a black-haired person......

"I will, old lady take care." Zhang Yuan slapped the old lady twice on the back as if casually, and then took Tongtong and turned around and left.

The old lady felt a warm current flowing through his body, and the feeling of weakness in his body caused by grief actually dissipated a lot, he turned his head to look at Zhang Yuan, as if he understood something, but he didn't say anything.

"Zhang Yuan, let's go with you." Zhang Hui walked over with Zhang Mei and said, Zhang Ye was also there.

Zhang Mei is Zhang Jianming's eldest sister, because Zhang Mei is Zhao's son-in-law, so Zhang Ye and Zhang Hua are cousins, unlike Zhang Yuan, who is separated by two floors.

"Okay." Zhang Yuan nodded.

Zhang Hui had his own car, so he pulled Zhang Mei, Zhang Ye and two other clansmen, and Zhang Yuan took He Xianglin's car.

Along the way, seeing that Zhang Yuan's face was not good-looking, He Xianglin and his son did not dare to talk, He Dong was about to step on the accelerator to the end, and he soared all the way.

Zhang originally asked He Dong to send Tongtong home and handed Tongtong to Qin Wangshu, so He Dong sent him to the garment factory.

The reason why Qin Wangshu was not brought with him this time was because the two were fake marriages, and if they took Qin Wangshu back to sweep the tomb, they were really married.

And yesterday, after Qin Wangshu spent the five thousand yuan that Zhang Yuan left her, she began the boring period, and then simply went to the vegetable field to help Zhang Yuan take care of those plants.

She found that she began to be obsessed with this kind of life, quietly, without the deceit between wealthy families, without the swords and swords in the shopping mall, if she has money, she will ask her girlfriend out for a cup of coffee and a Western meal, and if she has no money, she will stay at home to raise flowers and apply a mask, but she has been a little depressed in the past two days, because no one cooks and washes clothes for her.

Also, she really felt that Zhang Yuan was particularly picky, and she remembered that she gave Zhang Yuan a bank card of one million!

After Zhang Yuan arrived at the garment factory, he asked He Xianglin and his son to go back, while he stood outside the factory and waited.

On the way, he called Zhang Jianming and arranged for Zhang Hui and Zhang Mei to send Zhang Hua's body back to his hometown first, while Zhang Jianming and his wife came to the garment factory to meet him.

"Zhang Yuan!" Wang Pan, who received Wang Kun's call, walked out, looking at Zhang Yuan's gaze was still a little complicated, she graduated from college, Zhang Yuan graduated from junior high school, the two were the same age, and now she is working for Zhang Yuan.

"How have the factories been in the past two days?" Zhang Yuan asked.

"Fortunately, although there are some difficulties in the business, the overall situation is good." Wang Pan said.

"Good work, work hard, don't let your dad down." Zhang Yuan nodded.

"Hmm." Wang Pan replied strangely, she felt that Zhang Yuan was talking old-fashioned, which was not like this before.

Soon Wang Kun pulled Zhang Jianming and his wife over, and before they got out of the car, Zhang Yuan pulled Wang Pan into the car, and then motioned for Wang Kun to drive to the hill.

"By the way, what about Wang Lung?" Zhang Yuan suddenly asked.

"My brother went on a business trip." Wang Pan replied.

"Hmm." Zhang Yuan slightly forehead.

"Zhang Yuan, now that Ahua is gone, what are we going to do over there, I want to personally send his body back to my hometown!" At this time, Zhang Jianming's eyes were moist and said.

"Shut up!" It's okay not to mention it, but Zhang Yuan is very angry when he mentions it.

"Zhang Yuan, how can you talk to your uncle, are you still a little humble!" Zhang Jianming's wife cried and yelled, her only child was gone, she was already sad, and she couldn't help it when she saw her husband being scolded by a junior like this.

"Wife, don't intervene, I deserve to be scolded by Zhang Yuan, I am not trustworthy first, I hurt Ahua, Zhang Yuan scolded right......" Zhang Jianming suddenly cried.

Seeing Zhang Jianming crying, his wife couldn't help crying again, everyone in the car stopped talking, and the atmosphere was depressing.

After the car stopped, Zhang Yuan took the lead to go up the mountain, and when he came to Gu Feng's tomb, he took out a piece of talisman paper, a box of cinnabar, and a millipen out of thin air, no one knew where he took these things from, but he didn't think much about it, he just thought that Zhang Yuan's hands were fast.

"Uncle Jianming, auntie, you two prick your fingers and drop a drop of blood on this talisman paper each." Zhang Yuan took out another silver needle and handed it to the two of them.

"Zhang Yuan, what is this for?" Seeing the doubts in Zhang Jianming's eyes, knowing that he didn't dare to ask, Wang Kun spoke for him.

"If you don't do this, within two months, Uncle Jianming and Aunt will go with Cousin Zhang Hua!" Zhang Yuan said with a stern face.

"What?" As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jianming and his wife and Wang Kun's father and daughter were shocked.

Wang Pan didn't know about those things before, but just now at the gate of the factory, Zhang Yuan told her, but she was scared a lot.

"Or you think I'm joking? What did I tell you that day, if you don't listen to advice, don't come to me if something happens, that kind of words are not weighty enough? Zhang Yuan said coldly.

"Zhang Yuan, I, I'm sorry for you, I shouldn't have told Ah Hua about this, but for the sake of our uncle and nephew, you can help, it doesn't matter what I do, but Ah Hua, she can't be fine." Zhang Jianming pleaded with a handful of snot and tears.

"Jianming, what are you talking about, Zhang Yuan is here, how can he be angry with you and stand by, and quickly drip blood!" Wang Kun was calmer and reminded.

"Oh, yes, yes." Zhang Jianming hurriedly pricked his finger and dripped a drop of blood, and his wife did the same.

After Zhang Yuan took the talisman paper, he also squeezed a drop of blood on it, and then shouted with the talisman: "The cloud seal is too empty, at the beginning of the catastrophe." At first glance, sinking or floating. Wandering in all directions, more than one zhang. It is obvious that there is, but there is nothing. Zhang Zhiyin is a book according to the pen. Gu Feng, rest in peace! ”

There was an uproar, and the rune paper spontaneously combusted without fire, and several people looked at each other.

"You can see this place from the entrance of our garment factory, pay more attention to it when you go to work in the future, don't let people get close to here, and call me immediately if you find anything abnormal." Zhang Yuan said solemnly.

"Understood." Several people replied at the same time.

"Let's go." Zhang Yuan took the lead down the mountain.

"That, Zhang Yuan, are you okay with me?" Zhang Jianming asked worriedly, now that the child is gone, if the couple follows in their footsteps, then he is really in this vein, and he has no shame to face his ancestors.

"It's okay, in the future, you two, come over and burn a few pieces of paper when you have time on the fifteenth day of the new year." Zhang Yuan sighed and said that if Zhang Jianming had told him about this earlier, Zhang Hua would not have died, and he only hoped that this incident would not have too much impact on Zhang Jianming's temperament.

"I know, then your aunt and I will go back to handle Ah Hua's funeral." Zhang Jianming said.

"Well, I still have something to do, Uncle Jianming will put incense on my cousin for me, and I'll go back to see him on Qingming Festival next year." Zhang Yuan said.

"It doesn't matter, if you have something to do, you can go and get busy, if the person is gone, he will leave, and the living person must live well." Zhang Jianming said with sad eyes, regret that he shouldn't have listened to Zhang Yuan's words!

"Uncle Wang, the feng shui of the factory is no problem now, do it well, tell me if you don't have enough money, I'll find a way." Zhang Yuan said.

"Enough, enough, don't worry." Only then did Wang Kun realize that the recent mess in the factory was mostly related to Zhang Hua's destruction of feng shui.

On the same day, Zhang Yuan used the land of the garment factory as collateral, planning to go to the provincial capital to give Duan Mengjia a second injection after the loan, and buy some jade to arrange the spirit gathering array by the way.

That night, just as he was sitting and cultivating in the small vegetable field, on the highway outside Nanjiang City, a million-level black Mercedes-Benz drove at high speed.

"Are you sure it's in Nanjiang?" A man in a casual suit in the back seat said in a gloomy voice, this person looks like he is in his twenties, dignified, and ordinary rich and handsome people can't compare to him at all, but the gloomy aura on his body is easy to make people stay away.

"Sure, it's all investigated, the man Miss Qin married is called Zhang Yuan, a person from Zhangjia Village, Nanjiang, who has lived in Nanjiang for more than three years, Zhang Yuan has been married once, his wife ran away with someone because she disliked him for being poor, and his six-year-old daughter followed him." The big man in the black suit sitting in the co-pilot immediately replied respectfully.

"That slut, what's wrong with me He Ziming? Resolutely refused to marry and ran to marry a divorced poor boy? He Ziming's eyes were exposed.

"Little master, Miss Qin and Zhang Yuan are just fake marriages, I think this matter will be left to the master and they will negotiate, Miss Qin will compromise sooner or later due to pressure. If we act rashly and make Miss Qin unhappy, I'm afraid the marriage will be even more difficult. The man in the suit suggested.

"I don't care, even if it's a fake marriage, I won't allow it! Qin Wangshu is a woman who doesn't open the roof for three days, I just want her to see what kind of person I He Ziming is! He Ziming said coldly.

"Yes." The man in the suit stopped talking, he knew He Ziming, he had been by He Ziming's side for so many years, he had done too many dirty things for He Ziming, but He Ziming was generous, so he didn't care.

The car soon arrived at its destination, and He Ziming, who was sitting in the car, pulled down the window, glanced at the small courtyard not far away, and said, "Go ahead, clean your hands and feet, and don't drop the handle." ”

"Yes." The driver of the car, Da Han, and the big man in the passenger seat put on masks at the same time and got out of the car, the two went around to the side, looked up at the two-meter-high wall, helped run a few steps, and jumped lightly on the wall.

Zhang Yuan, who was cultivating in the small vegetable field, opened his eyes, looked at the two sneaky people who jumped off the wall, and opened his mouth to ask, "Who are you looking for?" ”