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Chapter 321 Millennium Spirit Turtle
On April [-]th, it is advisable to break ground and break ground, and avoid getting married.

Mr. Yin Yang invited by the Jia family specially selected the day.

No way, breaking ground is a major event, and no matter how anxious Jia Liu is to dig the grandfather's grave, he still has to make a good image of his grandson on the surface.

So wait for three days, just wait for this good day to come.

For the past three days, Grandpa Jia San, who came from Beijing, spent a lot of money. Simazhuang was just like a New Year's Eve.

In three days, all the pigs, sheep, chickens, and ducks in a radius of ten miles were eaten up.

That is to say, Grandpa Jia San was listed on the list of the richest people in the Qing Dynasty. If Grandpa Daquan came over, he might have packed his bags and climbed the train back to Beijing overnight.

In fact, it should be better for the Jia family, because these Jia family members have never benefited from the Jia Hanfu branch before, and now the ancestors of the Hanfu family have paid a potential evil. To beheaded.

Thinking of this, Jia Liu must let others follow suit.

Not to mention arranging work or something, at least during the period when I was in my hometown, I had to take care of others.

Finally, the good day arrived.

Early in the morning, the monk Youzhen had found came over in a donkey cart.

Very professional, after getting off the car and eating the meal at the master's house, the eighteen monks went to Jia's cemetery with various ritual instruments, ready to do it.

This is a ritual, a necessary procedure.

Without this procedure, even Jia Liu would feel a little uncomfortable.

What Jia Liu didn't expect was that his grandson Youzhen also got a set of cassocks and mixed in the crowd of monks. His skills are really good, and the scriptures are better than ditties.

Another white-bearded grandson told the third grandpa that although Youzhen's main business is weaving hemp shoes and hemp rope, she occasionally plays a guest role as a monk or priest.Even those few masters are also impromptu tricks from nearby farmers.

Hearing this, Jia Liu was in awe.

It's not shabby to earn money.

But Jia Liu couldn't understand a word of what the masters were reading, and felt quite rhythmic. From time to time, they used bowls to "ba ba" and yelled collectively, almost like a death rock band.

As a direct descendant of the ancestor of Han Fu, before the ceremony ended, Jia Liu had to kneel in front of the broken tombstone, howling twice from time to time.

That's what it should be.

The digging of ancestral graves is not only for common people's homes, but also for emperors' homes.

When Chongzhen heard that Zhang Xianzhong had dug his ancestral grave, didn't he also cry in the hall, saying that his grandson was unfilial.

In order not to repeat the mistakes of Chongzhen, Jia Liu personally picked up the grave of the old man, which is also a manifestation of great filial piety.

Ordinary people with a slightly lower IQ can't understand the pattern.

Finally, the mages uttered the sound of "Amituofo" neatly, and the sound of the wooden fish stopped abruptly.

Youzhen, disguised as a monk, reminded the third grandfather in a low voice to burn some paper money for the ancestor Han Fu.

Burn, Jia Liu has plenty of money, and with a gesture, a group of soldiers brought dozens of bundles of paper money bought from the county and remitted them to the ancestors of Han Fu on the spot.

Jia Liu took the lead in setting the fire, and the flames burst into the sky immediately, and paper ashes flew all over the sky.

After thinking about it, I have to say hello to Lao Li and open an account for the old man in the bank, so that the great-grandson can't go back to his hometown in the future, so he can directly send money to the old man on the account.

Very convenient.

"Third Grandpa, you can break ground!"

"it is good."

Jia Liu asked Youzhen to take the monks to collect their wages, including his own.

After the people left, he raised the prepared shovel, looked at the group of soldiers who were already gearing up, and waved his hand: "Dig!"

"Whoo!"

Fifteen of Sauron's personal soldiers responded in unison, rushing forward to pick up the graves and move bricks.
As the soil flew up, the grave of the ancestors of Han Fu shrank like a cartoon, shrinking frame by frame.

Jia Liu sat on the ponytail, because the sun was a bit poisonous today, and he was afraid of getting sunburned, so he specially wore a summer hat.

Being idle is also idle, looking around at the graves of other members of the Jia family, especially his grandfather Jia Zuwang's, circling around the graves, and finally shaking his head.

What thoughts, outsiders have no way of knowing.

When Shuan Zhu came back, the tomb of Han Fu's ancestors had been dug up and was about to enter the underground construction process.

It is certain that the coffin of the patriarch of Han Fu was never damaged by lightning, because the soil dug out remains original and does not have any electric barbecue function.

"Master, do you think this bastard is okay?"

Yang Zhi looked around furtively, and after confirming that no outsiders were present, he opened a net bag.

Inside is a pharaoh weighing four catties.

The young master specially ordered to buy it.

The reason is that the young master feels that the only way to get rid of feudal superstition is feudal superstition.

The nature of the Jia family's ancestral grave being struck by lightning is so vile that ignorant people think that it is the descendants of the Jia family who have committed a great crime. If such rumors that do not conform to the facts are allowed to spread, and someday they will reach Qianlong's ears, it will be very serious. If Jia Liu's political life fails, it will be a heavy blow.

After the old man got old, he was superstitious.

It is therefore necessary to create another superstition to break the existing one.

Originally, Jia Liu wanted to get a snake or something in his ancestor's grave, which made him feel taller.

The real dragon crosses the catastrophe and attracts lightning strikes, how classy it is.

But Shuan Zhu reminded him that there was a real dragon in the ancestral grave, and he would let the young master go to the guillotine in advance, so he put a thousand-year-old bastard instead.

This bastard has nothing to do with real dragons.

The four great beasts, dragon, phoenix, unicorn, and tortoise.

The solitary tortoise has nothing to do with imperial power. Apart from symbolizing longevity, it is also considered auspicious.

"Shang Shu Hou" records: During Yao's time, he sank a biscuit in Luoshui to worship the gods. A black tortoise came out carrying the scriptures from the sky, with red lines and red characters on the back armor, saying that the world's virtues had changed.

In this way, it is a bad thing for Jia's ancestral grave to be struck by lightning, but there is a thousand-year-old tortoise in the grave, which is a good thing, and it is not taboo.

Otherwise, if Mr. Jia Jia wants to usurp Manchuria in the future, the people in the court will discuss that Mr. Jia Jia’s ancestral grave has been struck by lightning. It is not a matter of making Mr. Jia Jia lose face, but a matter of the country and the country big event.

"How much did you buy it for?"

Jia Liu picked up Lao Wangba's foot, which was very heavy.

Yang Zhi said that it took more than [-] wen.

"Well, that's it."

Throwing Lao Wangba into the bag casually, Jia Liu picked up the shovel and started to do it himself.

Symbolically planed three times.

Half an hour later, the soldiers finally dug up the coffin.

Excited, Jia Liuyi hurried over to check, but saw two coffins below.

One is for the old man and the other is for the old lady.

A typical couple's joint burial pit.

"Plane carefully, don't break the pots and pans, look carefully to see if there is any gold or silver."

Jia Liu squatted by the pit and directed the archaeologists personally.

The grave of the old man is also a hundred-year-old grave, no matter how clean it is, there will be some objects from the Ming Dynasty. Even if it is worthless, Jia Liu can leave it to his descendants to sell.

The epitaph of the old man was unearthed first, and the good grandson asked someone to carry it aside without even reading it.

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