The matter was settled, and the villagers also knew Qiao Taroxin's identity and learned that she came to the countryside to worship her mother......

"Village chief, do you want us to talk to her?"

A villager approached the village chief, looking unpredictable and a little jealous.

The village chief frowned deeply, lowered his head and pondered, it was not good to say this......

"Village chief, take this opportunity to speak."

"That's right!"

Several villagers surrounded the village chief and persuaded him, and the village chief frowned slightly and looked at Qiao Yuxin who was standing next to him.

Qiao Yuxin smiled slightly, stepped forward, she heard what the villagers said, what did she have to tell her?

"Uncle Village Chief, just say what you have, I don't care."

The village chief was stunned, thinking that the other party was still a child, and it was not good for him to tell her some strange things, but when others asked, he couldn't help but reply:

"That's right, we heard that the grave on the mountain belongs to your own mother, and it was moved and buried ten years ago, and a lot of strange things happened in our village.

For example, some poultry died of inexplicable illness, and some people saw terrible things on the mountain and were frightened to the point of madness......"

Hearing the words of the village chief, Qiao Taroxin's face gradually sank, what did they mean, just blame her mother?

"Her mother is an unlucky person, and she didn't have a good time before."

The stepmother added oil and vinegar, and added a sentence without bothering.

Immediately received a cold glance from Qiao Taroxin, a cold air rose inexplicably on his back, the wind gusted, and the stepmother obediently closed her mouth.

"What do you mean, village chief?"

Qiao Yuxin pursed her lips, looked at the village chief with clear eyes, and asked.

The village chief sighed, thinking that what should be said was also said, so he let it go:

"The people in our village hope that you will find a good feng shui treasure for your mother again, and don't be wronged to let her stay here. The mountain feng shui is not good......"

The cemetery on the other side of the mountain, the feng shui is actually not good, and now it has become a barren mountain, and the yin qi is heavy, and it is said that those buried there have become evil ghosts.

The mountains at night scream miserably.

Qiao Taro Xin lowered her long and curly eyelashes, no wonder her stepmother died and moved Qiao's father to bury her mother, this is to make her die and not be able to live in peace, right?

"Okay, village chief, I'll find a feng shui master to come over and have a look, and then I'll find a way, okay?"

Seeing that Qiao Taro was shaken, the village chief showed a relieved smile, find a feng shui cemetery after death, the deceased will live in peace, and the living people will live comfortably.

In the afternoon of the same day, Qiao Yuxin called the driver over and drove her back to the imperial capital.

Qiao's mother and Qiao Jing, who had been making noise about going home with them, refused to take them home by Qiao Taro on the pretext that Qiao Jing needed to recuperate.

Qiao Jing was so angry that she almost fell on her other leg.

"Mom, call Dad! Qiao Taro left us! ”

Qiao Yuxin sat in the car, asked the driver to lock the door, looked at the two women crying outside and called her mother, and directly asked the driver to drive away.

"Hey, Dad?"

Qiao Yuxin immediately called Qiao's father, and she had to block the plan for the two to go home one step in advance.

Qiao's father's tired voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Xin'er, what's wrong?"

"Dad, I'll give you 10 million when I go back, and I'll help the company. The aunt and her sister stayed in the countryside, so that they didn't have to come back so early, and the younger sister failed the exam and had to relax. ”

As soon as Qiao's father heard that his daughter gave money to save the company, although 10 million could only be a drop in the bucket, he was very happy to solve his urgent needs, where would he care about Qiao Jing?

"Okay, come back quickly! They just stay in the country. ”

Qiao Yuxin hung up the phone, and a lazy smile curled up at the corner of his lips.