Early in the morning, Zhang Guan found Lao Dao's rented room, Lao Dao rubbed his sleepy eyes, obviously just woke up. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After cleaning up, the two rushed to the house of the grave mover.

A few years ago, the family left the family's land idle and went to the city to do business, fortunately, they made a lot of money over the years, and then remembered that the graves of the ancestors of the family were still in mass graves, so there was a saying that they were looking for the old way to move the graves.

In fact, there are more than these things in it, but it also involves the dream of the ancestors to the family, and as for the details, you have to listen to the family themselves.

Lao Dao and Zhang Guan rushed to the family's hometown, and it took a lot of trouble, and when they arrived, it was almost noon.

Seeing that this family was standing at the door to greet him, Lao Dao hurriedly straightened his waist, and put on an indifferent image of a master on his face, don't say it, it's really a bit bluffing.

The head of the family is called Huang Qinghe, standing in the middle of the crowd, when he saw Lao Dao, he hurriedly greeted him, held Lao Dao's hand, and said respectfully: "Master Zhang, the matter of the ancestor moving to a new house will bother you." ”

For the relocation of the grave, it cannot be directly said to be the relocation of the grave, it should be said to be the housewarming of a new home, obviously this Huang Qinghe still knows a little about the doorway.

Lao Dao squinted his eyes and nodded slightly, but did not speak, looking indifferent.

Huang Qinghe introduced Lao Dao and Zhang Guan into the room and handed over two glasses of water.

Lao Dao first asked: "As the saying goes, the poor don't change their doors, and the rich don't move their graves. ”

Huang Qinghe sighed lightly and said slowly: "Don't hide it from the master, a few days ago, my grandfather gave me a dream, saying that it was uncomfortable to live in, and someone pressed him to breathe, I didn't care much at first, but I kept having such a dream for the next few days, and then I remembered that it should be the problem that my grandfather was buried in the mass grave here, so I thought of changing places for him to live." ”

It seems that the person who wants to move the grave is Huang Qinghe's grandfather, looking at this Huang Qinghe should be fifty or sixty years old, and his grandfather should be over a hundred years old.

Lao Dao touched a handful of sparse stubble, pondered, and was speechless, and everyone around him was silent and did not dare to speak out to disturb Lao Dao.

After a long time, Lao Dao said: "Let the matter of moving the grave go for a while, and then go to the mass grave at night to have a look, and now go and choose a new place for your old man to live." With that, he stood up.

Huang Qinghe's face was full of smiles, as if he thought of something, and asked, "Has the master eaten it?" Why don't you go after lunch? ”

Lao Dao raised his eyebrows, stood up and sat down again, and said with a smile: "This is reasonable, only when you are full can you have the strength to work." ”

Huang Qinghe hurriedly called a woman about his age to prepare a meal, and it seemed that this person was Huang Qinghe's wife.

It didn't take long for a large family, plus Zhang Guan and Lao Dao, to eat around a round table.

During the meal, Huang Qinghe asked the old man tentatively: "Master, I don't know what is important about choosing a grave, I heard that choosing a good cemetery can bless future generations." ”

This Huang Qinghe is really an old Jianghu, and he speaks in just the right way.

After Lao Dao took a drink, he smacked his lips and said: "Among them, the door is not enough for outsiders, and you believe in Lao Dao and me, so naturally you will not point out at will." ”

Huang Qinghe hurriedly nodded yes, and toasted Lao Dao a few more glasses, Lao Dao did not refuse to come, his cheeks were red when he drank, and his eyes were a little straight.

In the afternoon, Lao Dao took Zhang Guan and Huang Qinghe to choose a place outside, and no one else followed.

According to Zhang Guan's thoughts, what era is this, what kind of cemetery to choose, just put it in the national cemetery, thinking so in his heart, of course Zhang Guan will not say. The place is poor and remote, the feudal ideology is not yet fully civilized, and the national cemetery is indeed a bit expensive.

The old road took Huang Qinghe to stop and go, digging for a while, twisting a pinch of soil in his hand to look carefully, and smelling it, looking at the sky for a while, looking around the circle, pinching his fingers in his hand and counting, there is indeed a bit of a master's image, at this moment, Zhang Guan can't see whether this old way is true or false.

"Good! Pick the right place. Lao Dao suddenly spoke.

Huang Qinghe hurriedly came up with a smile and asked, "Dare to ask the master what he said about choosing this place?" ”

Lao Dao chuckled and said: "Look around here, there are mountains on both sides, the stream over there runs from south to north, half of the shade of the trees and half of the clear river, understand." ”

Huang Qinghe's face was suffocated, and he smiled dryly: "Where do I understand this." ”

"I don't know what you're asking, just listen to me." Lao Dao smiled strangely, turned around and strode away, leaving only Zhang Guan and Huang Qinghe, who looked at each other.

The few people returned to their residences and prepared something to dig the grave for the night, and Lao Dao explained some taboos to everyone until the sun went down before everyone set off for the mass grave outside the village.

By the time they arrived, the night had already fallen, and the area around the cemetery was cold and frightening, and the children were huddled in the woman's arms, afraid to show their heads.

When Lao Dao saw this mass grave, his face was a little solemn, he didn't say anything, and walked to the mass grave with tombstones lined up and scattered.

Some graves have tombstones, and more directly a straw mat wraps the corpse, digging a pit and burying it, so this mass grave is very messy, and it is really difficult to find Huang Qinghe's grandfather in this place.

Lao Dao pinched his fingers and counted, closed his eyes, and seemed to be walking around, but in fact, this step was quite exquisite, and in the case of closing his eyes, he could still avoid the exposed coffin corners and tombstones so calmly, there were indeed some doorways.

After a long while, Lao Dao walked out with a not very good-looking face, looked at Huang Qinghe and said, "This place is too chaotic, it is estimated that it will delay the time to find it like this." ”

Huang Qinghe smiled bitterly and answered, "Master Nayi, what should I do?" ”

Lao Dao moved his gaze to a child behind Huang Qinghe and smiled slightly.

This child saw that his height was less than the waist of an adult, his face was immature, and his age was estimated to be seven or eight years old, and among the children, only this child could still stand in place with a flat face, looking at the cemetery, and the rest of the children were snuggled in their mother's arms, not daring to move.

Lao Dao walked up to the little boy, squatted down and asked, "Are you afraid, child?" ”

The little boy blinked and shook his head.

Lao Dao touched the little boy's head and said with a smile: "It's so brave." As he spoke, he took the little boy's hand and walked towards Huang Qinghe.

Huang Qinghe was a little puzzled, and was about to ask something, but Lao Dao spoke first: "I will rely on this little guy later." ”

Lao Dao took out a needle out of nowhere, motioned Huang Qinghe to stretch out his hand, and then pricked a needle on Huang Qinghe's fingertips, Huang Qinghe frowned slightly, but didn't ask anything.

Lao Dao grabbed Huang Qinghe's hand oozing a drop of blood, stretched it out to the little boy's forehead, and clicked, leaving a bright red blood mark.

Immediately afterwards, Lao Dao led the little boy to the cemetery, this little boy is indeed not small, and he is still expressionless, muttering at the bottom of his concern, he will not be a fool.