The people of the whole village walked in one direction, they led the way in front, and Fang Mu followed behind.

Bypassing the long cement road, Fang Mu walked on the smooth road, looking at the villagers leading the way in front of him, he couldn't help but shake his head.

The road was built by someone, and the money was ...... People have to give it every year when they come back, but people's greed is endless.

Fang Mu couldn't help but think of a story.

Once upon a time, there were two families who were neighbors, and they usually had a good relationship.

One of the families was much richer because they were more capable.

The two families originally had no grievances, but this year, God was angry and sent a disaster, and the grain in the field was not harvested.

The poor family had no harvest, so they had to lie down and wait for death.

At this time, the rich family bought a lot of food, and thinking of their neighbors, they sent a liter of rice to the poor family to save the emergency.

The poor family was very grateful to the rich man, thinking that it was really a life-saving benefactor, and after surviving the most difficult moment, the poor man went to thank the rich man.

After that, talking about the seeds of next year, the rich family generously said: "In this way, I still have a lot of grain here, so you can take another bucket."

The poor man thanked him and went home with a bucket of rice.

When he got home, his brother said, what can this doumi do?

In addition to eating, there is simply not enough seeds for us in the field next year, this rich man is too much, since you are so rich, you should give us more food and money, just give such a little, it is really bad.

Since then, the two families have never been in contact with each other.

Isn't this a realistic portrayal of Shengmien, Dou Mi Qiu?

This group of villagers stepped on the roads built by others and used other people's money, but what they did was digging people's ancestral graves and burning people's factories.

The point is that weak children, innocent workers, all died in the fire, is this what people can do?

"It's ......"

The villagers in front stopped and moved out of the way, obviously afraid of Fang Mu.

Fang Mu looked ahead, a black stele, but only half of it, it seemed that the upper half of it had been destroyed.

This monument, this road, and the picture on the photo paper gradually overlapped, and Fang Mu was sure that this was it.

He stepped forward and suddenly found that the monument was wet, but the sky was clear and it was not raining.

"The road was supposed to be built for us, and we built a merit monument for him at that time, but I didn't expect to only build the village and not the outside of the village. ”

"We left half of it for him, and he spat every day when he passed by. ”

The villagers were still indignant, as if Gu Youde owed them.

Fang Mu was silent, pointed to this half of the monument, and said, "What about the remaining half?"

The old man shook his head and said, "If we throw it, broken stones are not worth anything." ”

"Hmmm......"

Fang Mu walked around the stone tablet and did not find anything abnormal.

But why does this stele appear on photographic paper?

Fang Mu turned his head and said, "What is recorded on this stone tablet, do you still remember?"

The old man thought for a moment and said to one of the villagers, "Your father built the stone monument back then, you should remember it." ”

The villager, who was in his thirties, reacted and said, "Remember, remember, my dad told me to remember this ungrateful man." ”

"Then don't you hurry up to this ...... This big brother speaks up!" said the old man.

He was scared of being beaten, and he couldn't beat him, so he could only look at the other party's mood.

The villagers thought about it and immediately said: "On that stele, it is all about the life of Gu Youde, including birth, and the things of the ancestors, oh yes, and the wooden box was specially mentioned, saying that it was handed down from the ancestors." ”

"Ancestor?" Fang Mu took out the wooden box and said, "You said that this wooden box was dug up from Gu Youde's ancestral tomb, so where is Gu Youde's ancestral tomb?"

As the villagers said this, there seemed to be a thread in Fang Mu's mind, stringing everything together.

The wooden box was written on the stele, and the photo paper should be a guide to the stele.

The broken stone tablet must not be able to get information, and through the villagers, it was learned that the wooden box was dug up from the ancestral tomb and passed down from the ancestors of Gu Youde.

In this way, all the clues point to the ancestral tomb of Gu Youde.

Fang Mu stared at the old man and said, "Are there any other things in the ancestral tomb besides the wooden box?"

The old man shuddered, shook his head, and said: "No, this wooden box is the burial goods of his family's ancestral grave, before he was developed, his family has always been very poor, only this is a treasure, this is what he said." ”

He said that since his grandparents, the ancient family had buried the wooden box together, saying that the contents of the wooden box could not appear. ”

Fang Mu touched his chin, in this way, there is nothing in the ancestral tomb?

No, all the clues point to the ancestral tomb of the ancient family, how can there be no things?

"Where is his ancestral grave?" Fang Mu asked.

He planned to take a look for himself, after all, there are some things that are useless to listen to others if he doesn't see them with his own eyes.

The old man pointed in one direction and said resignedly: "In the back mountain, there is a grave that has been dug up in the back mountain of Gujia Village, which is the ancestral tomb of the Gu family. ”

"It's easy to find, it's the stone ladder, which is also ancient and virtuous, and it is said that it is convenient to worship ancestors, just go up. ”

Fang Mu nodded and walked in that direction.

The villagers breathed a sigh of relief that this devil was finally gone!

It's really terrible, the young and middle-aged people of the whole village are together, and it is not enough for this man to fight with one hand.

Now that the man is gone, they feel like they are relieved, and some even wipe a sweat.

Fang Mu took two steps, suddenly patted his head, as if he remembered something, and turned around.

The villagers were breathless, and they all looked at Fang Mu, so nervous that they couldn't speak.

"This ...... Eldest brother. The old man trembled and asked, "Is there anything else?"

He was also afraid, he would be old next year, but he would always call Brother Fang Mu.

Fang Mu smiled and said, "It's okay, I just want you to do me a favor." ”

"What's the busy?" the old man was a little surprised.

Fang Mu came to the stele and said, "Come on, come on, you guys come here, face the stele, and surround the stele." ”

The villagers didn't know why, but they still followed what Fang Mu said, facing the stone tablet and surrounding the stone tablet.

Because there were more people, they circled three times.

"Yes, yes, that's it. Fang Mu nodded with satisfaction, and suddenly smiled, "Are you ready?"

"Prepare what?"

All the villagers were furious, not knowing what Fang Mu was talking about.

The speed of the wind started, Fang Mu seemed to turn into a violent wind, and his feet came out.

Each kick was accurately kicked into the knees of the villagers, and the sound of "clicking" bone cracks accompanied by the screams of the villagers was endless.

Wounded in the knee, all the villagers, including the old man, knelt around the stele.

Fang Mu turned around and left, and his voice could be heard in the air......

"Kneel, you owe him an apology, when someone will come to save you, when will you get up, if no one comes to save you, death is fate!"