In the early days of liberation, Qiaojia Town was still a backward small fishing village, with only a few hundred villagers, and more than 90 percent of them were surnamed Qiao. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Today, Qiaojia Village has developed into Qiaojia Town, and its population has increased by a hundredfold.

Before the fog cleared in the early morning, a Buick business vehicle drove into Qiaojia Town and stopped under an ancient banyan tree near the entrance of the town. A group of three people got out of the car, it was Zhang Quyi, Yin Wending, and Qiao Debing, who was holding the urn.

Since it was a weekend, although it was only past eight o'clock in the morning, the town was already quite lively, and the streets were lined with vendors.

Qiao Debing sighed: "I was only five or six years old when I left here, and I remember that most of the houses on both sides were thatched houses, and our mud-brick house was in that location, and now they have been built into vegetable markets. Everything in my childhood cognition has changed beyond recognition, only the old banyan tree at the head of the village is still there, and my mother's voice can only meet in a dream......" said that his eyes were moist.

"The vicissitudes of life, Shaohua Baishou, the years are the most ruthless, Brother Qiao take a look. Xiao will definitely be able to help you find a place to live in Lingtang. Yin Wending comforted.

"I hope so!" Qiao Debing nodded, his tone obviously lacking confidence.

Zhang Quyi didn't care, Qiao Debing called him that night on Thursday, obviously that Yuan Tiangang didn't find Qiao's mother's bones, and it was normal for this old boy to be hit.

At this time, a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old walked over, followed by a young man in his twenties. This guy looked quite clever, but when he looked at Yin Wending and Zhang Quyi, his eyes were obviously unfriendly, and he muttered in a low voice: "Ma Bi, there is another big fool who is not afraid of death." ”

As a cultivator, Zhang Quyi's ear power is different from ordinary people, and Yin Wending is also a good hand in the middle stage of dark energy, and his ear power is naturally not bad, so he listens to the guy's words word for word.

The middle-aged man glared at the young man, walked up to him and shouted respectfully, "Uncle Nine!"

The young man pursed his lips and shouted, "Uncle Nine." ”

Qiao Debing nodded and introduced: "Mr. Zhang, Brother Yin, this is Qiao Xingguo, the nephew of the family, and this young man is Qiao Xiaolong, the son of Xingguo. ”

Qiao Xingguo and Qiao Xiaolong both looked at Zhang Quyi in surprise, they thought that Yin Wending, who was full of red faces, was the "master" that Qiao Debing invited back this time, but listening to the tone, it seemed that this young man who was too young to talk was the main one, which was really unbelievable.

The disdain in Qiao Xiaolong's eyes became even stronger, and he secretly thought: "Uncle Nine must be old and confused, in what era is he still engaged in feudal superstition, and he actually regarded this stinky guy as a master, and he was not afraid of laughing off his big teeth, it seems that he has not learned the lesson of the previous day at all." ”

Qiao Debing said again: "Xingguo, please introduce the situation to Mr. Zhang." ”

Zhang Quyi waved his hand and said, "No need, just tell me Ling Tang's birthday." ”

A look of doubt flashed in Qiao Xingguo's eyes, a few days ago, the guy surnamed Yuan came in advance and asked about the situation from door to door, but in the end, he still put an oolong, does this kid really have real skills?

Qiao Debing hurriedly handed the note with his mother's birthday to Zhang Quyi, who took it and looked at it, his fingers quickly pinched it, and he raised his head and said, "Old Qiao, Lingtang should be buried within two miles north of the village entrance." ”

Qiao Xiaolong sneered on his face, this kid is more trouble-free, pretending to pinch his fingers, last time the person surnamed Yuan put up an incense case, and he also danced a lot to bluff people.

"This ...... Mr. Zhang really doesn't need to understand the situation first? Or take a compass to measure the direction?"

Qiao Debing looked hesitant, there was no way, Zhang Qu pinched his fingers and came to a conclusion that it was too "casual", even if he had seen that he did have real skills, Qiao Debing was still a little difficult to accept. The guy surnamed Yuan before also made a mess of the incense case, and finally took the compass and walked most of the town, which finally determined the direction.

Although Yin Wending had confidence in Zhang Quyi, this kid's performance was really a bit of a joke, and he couldn't help but remind: "Xiaoyi, why don't you calculate it carefully?"

Zhang Quyi said confidently: "No need, just ask someone to bring digging tools and follow me, oh, and parasols." With that, he walked out of town.

Seeing that Zhang Quyi was so determined, Qiao Debing couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart, and told Qiao Xingguo's father and son to hurry back to get tools, while he chased Zhang Quyi with the urn.

Qiao Xiaolong said very unhappily: "Dad, let's really listen to that kid fooling?"

"Your ninth uncle believes in him, if we have any way, just do it. Qiao Xingguo looked helpless.

Qiao Xiaolong pouted and said: "A few days ago, the master surnamed Yuan pretended to mess around for a long time, and finally found a deserted grave in the west of the town, insisting that it was the grave of Uncle Jiu's mother, and he also made a big thorn for us to dig, but we were beaten by others, and Uncle Jiu was so frightened that he was hospitalized."

Today, this kid is even more unreliable than the one surnamed Yuan, if we are asked to dig the wasteland grave again, our family will be scolded to death if we are not beaten to death. According to me, Uncle Ninth is just old and confused, and there is a problem with his head, Dad, you should persuade him. ”

Qiao Xingguo's face sank, and he scolded: "How can the little rabbit cub talk? If you still want to go abroad, don't talk nonsense, go home and get tools immediately, do you want to pull a corpse cart for the funeral parlor like your brother? It will be difficult to find a daughter-in-law at that time." ”

Qiao Xiaolong suddenly wilted, this thing dropped out of high school without finishing it, and he was abandoned at home for a few years, becoming a veritable gnawing old clan, Qiao Xingguo was angry when he saw him hanging on weekdays, and now he is looking forward to Uncle Nine being able to take this kid abroad to mix decency, so he spares no effort in everything Qiao Debing commands.

Besides, as soon as Zhang Qu left the town, he walked along the country dirt road and walked north for about two miles, and finally stopped in front of a piece of farmland, stretched out his hand and said, "Old Qiao, Lingtang should be buried near here." ”

Qiao Debing glanced at the farmland full of ginger, and said in disbelief: "But this is farmland, and there is not even a soil bag." ”

Zhang Quyi shrugged his shoulders and said, "Anyway, according to my calculations, it's around here." ”

At this time, Qiao Xingguo's father and son drove a tractor to arrive, and the car was loaded with digging tools such as hoes and iron zhao, and a large group of villagers came behind the butt of the car to watch the excitement, pointing at Zhang Quyi and others from a distance, whispering about the absurd things that happened a few days ago, and laughing from time to time.

Qiao Debing's old face couldn't help but feel hot, a few days ago, Yuan Tiangang dug the wrong grave with an oolong, and he finally used money to appease the descendants of the grave owner.

Zhang went to listen to the villagers' discussions, both angry and funny, surnamed Yuan is unlearned and unskilled, it is really a shame for the face of the world's physiognomy.

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