He was proud, Zhu Xiaohua suddenly said: "Don't worry about this, Uncle Qian, I will give him the money on the person in charge." You can start by telling him that they feel comfortable and bold in their work. I'll go and advance two thousand dollars to him tomorrow. ”

Uncle Qian looked at Zhu Xiaohua's calm expression, and wanted to scold in his heart, and said in his heart, this kid wants to cross the river and tear down the bridge.

Half a month later, the mausoleum was completed.

Zhu Xiaohua's two businesses, art photos and scenic life photos, once again created an income of more than 20,000 yuan. Seeing a steady stream of money flowing into the family every day, the younger siblings were going crazy.

I walked to school and walked in a row.

During this period, Zhu Xiaohua also received two tour groups from Zhengcheng, and went to the scenic spot with these tour groups to take pictures of the Big Buddha and group photos of members, earning a total of more than 4,000 yuan.

Do the math, the 5,000 yuan sent to build a mausoleum for his parents, and the bags and boxes in the Zhu family's room contain more than 39,000 yuan in cash.

The mausoleum is built on Daye Mountain, which is an open platform, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and has an excellent geographical location.

On the day of completion, Zhu Xiaohua took his younger brother and sister to worship, and the five tomb builders were handling the final finishing work. Uncle Qian also worked on the side.

Zhu Xiaohua, brother and sister, walked up the steps.

From the foot of the mountain to the mausoleum, a total of one hundred and eight stone steps were built. Most of the stone steps were already there, and the builders of the tomb simply replaced the damaged stone steps and added a few new steps, making up a total of one hundred and eight steps.

The younger brother and sister followed closely behind with baskets and paper money, wreaths, paper houses, and firecrackers. From time to time, the two looked back at the green hills and rivers under their feet, and sighed, "This is really a good place." ”

Zhu Xiaohua is also very satisfied with the tomb site, and it is said that the five-person team that built the tomb spent more than 1,000 yuan just to find someone to look at feng shui.

The three of them climbed the last few stone steps, and in front of them was an open platform. About twenty or thirty square meters.

In the center of the platform stands a circular mound more than one meter high, surrounded by a blue brick wall. The cyan bricks and white lime lines go around the tomb to form the base of the mausoleum.

The base of the circular brick wall is about five or six meters in diameter.

The inside is a two-meter square brick pit, and the outside is a masonry floor.

The workers and masters are hoisting the coffins of Zhu Zhiwu and his wife and re-placing them in the brick pit.

When the coffin is finished, shovel soil on top and bury it, and burn fire and smoke below.

On the front of the mausoleum, there is a huge black marble stone tablet engraved with large golden characters: "The tomb of Zhu Zhiwu and Huang Juan"

Zhu Xiaoyan and Zhu Xiaoming knelt in front of the stone tablet to burn paper.

Zhu Xiaohua looked at this magnificent mausoleum, and his heart was at peace.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "Zhu Zhiwu and Huang Juan, you did things hastily when you died, and now you finally have a stable place to live." ”

Zhu Xiaohua counted out a wad of banknotes from the satchel he carried with him and handed it to the master who built the tomb. That's the remaining three thousand dollars.

The number was counted, and the number was exact.

Uncle Qian on the side was envious, looked at the banknotes in Zhu Xiaohua's satchel, and asked, "Xiaohua, you have given other people's money." The fifty-two dollars you owe me should be given to me. ”

On the day of Zhu Zhiwu and Huang Juan's death, most of the neighbors who had borrowed the Zhu family's money appeared.

All of them wrote down the amount of money they borrowed in their notebooks, and the total amount matched that of everyone else. Only this Uncle Qian appeared later, and his amount was also the largest.

After counting the amount he owes, it doesn't match at all.

Zhu Xiaohua smiled and put away the money and said, "I guess Zhu Zhiwu's accident in the tractor factory is also related to you." ”

Uncle Qian panicked and resisted fiercely: "Zhu Xiaohua, don't spew blood, this is obviously a fictitious thing." ”

Zhu Xiaohua laughed again: "Just like you joked with me with this empty fifty-two yuan, I just joked with you about the accident at the tractor factory, don't be nervous." ”

Uncle Qian pretended to be calm, but his eyes were so panicked that he didn't dare to look at Zhu Xiaohua at all.

Thereafter, there was no mention of the fifty-two dollars owed.

Zhu Zhiwu's death was due to a production accident, and Zhu Xiaohua has not been able to determine the real cause of his death until now. But judging from various indications, Zhu Zhiwu's death is likely to be related to his uncle Huang Ren, which Gao Shijie told him personally on the night he was arrested for prostitution.

In addition, it is also likely to be related to this Uncle Qian, who works in a tractor factory and is a colleague with his parents Zhu Zhiwu. On the day of his father's death, he was the first eyewitness at the scene.

Whenever Zhu Xiaohua mentioned the accident, Uncle Qian looked flustered.

Zhu Xiaohua felt that there must be something wrong here.

It's just that until now, he doesn't have a complete idea.

During this time, he has been busy running a photo studio, helping his younger brother and sister get out of poverty and change the economic situation of the Zhu family. It's only now that we've just settled down.

In front of Zhu Zhiwu's grave, Zhu Xiaoyan's sister and brother burned two large pots of paper money. Black paper ash fluttered in the sky, fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, there was a commotion at the foot of the mountain, and several people in different costumes chattered and came up the mountain.

These people carried baskets and incense and paper money in their hands.

The leader was a man in his thirties, followed by a woman in an army-green tunic and four or five children. They look like teachers and students.

After these people climbed onto the platform, they asked, "This is the tomb of the Zhu family, right?" ”

Zhu Xiaoyan turned around when she heard the voice and shouted in surprise: "Director Li, Teacher Wang, Xiao Wang, Xiao Hua, why are you here?" ”

These people are the teachers and classmates of Zhu Xiaoyan High School.

Without waiting for Zhu Xiaohua to answer, the man in charge, Director Li of Zhu Xiaoyan's school, said to the others: "Hurry up, while the people are still there, worship now." ”

After Director Li finished speaking, these children all knelt down with a "plop", knelt down with Zhu Xiaoyan and Zhu Xiaoming, took out the paper money in their hands and burned it.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "Director Li, what is this for? ”

Director Li looked at Zhu Xiaohua. When Zhu Xiaohua sent his sister Zhu Xiaoyan to school, he had seen it.

Director Li said: "You are Xiaoyan's brother Zhu Xiaohua, I heard your sister say that your family has made a lot of money by opening a photo studio." You see that these children are all poor students, and their families are so poor that they can't open the pot, and they are about to drop out of school, see if you can help......"

As he spoke, Director Li urged these children to burn the paper quickly, saying, "Bow to Xiaohua's parents and let them bless you from dropping out of school." ”

Zhu Xiaohua was stunned: "Director, the news is very well-informed......"

He couldn't help but look at his sister Zhu Xiaoyan, Zhu Xiaoyan stuck out her tongue and said, "Brother, they are all our classmates." ”