My master is invincible

Chapter 887 Colorful Coffin (10)

On the way, Han Jingui asked me, "Palace Master, You Shusong came to us for peace talks, and he should promise us some benefits, will you..."

I understood what he meant, he was afraid that I couldn't stand the material temptation of You Shusong, so he said: "Don't worry, unless I die, otherwise, this funeral can only be ours."

"That's great!" Han Jingui nodded in satisfaction.

All the way up and down, the few of us were so worried that we didn't speak.

After driving for about half an hour, our group arrived at Xiahe Village. Not to mention, this village is pretty good. There are about seventy households. Every household is a two-story small western-style building with a fancy exterior wall. nice.

Before entering the village, Han Jingui stopped me and said, "Palace Master, this Xiahe Village is You Shusong's village. After we enter the village, we must be cautious in our words and deeds. It's okay to offend You Shusong, but the village chief here must never be."

I asked him the reason, and he explained: "The villagers in Xiahe Village are quite disgusted with You Shusong's actions, but You Shusong knows how to behave, and donates a lot of money to the village every year. If any household is in trouble, You Shusong will give money. , the villagers here worship him like a living god."

Hearing this, I was very puzzled, since You Shusong has such a high reputation, why can he offend him but not the village chief?
I asked out the doubts in my heart.

He said: "My lord, the situation in Xiahe Village is more complicated. It is true that You Shusong donated a lot of money, but don't forget that people in our villages pay attention to burial, but You Shusong is lobbying for cremation everywhere, and let the The old people in those villagers' families died, they must be cremated, otherwise, the villagers would spit out the money they usually received. You Shusong had already given Xiahe Village to..."

With that said, he made the gesture of cremation.

Hearing this, I basically understood, Ma De, that You Shusong’s policy of using sticks and dates, first giving the villagers a little sweetness, and then threatening the villagers with cremation, this is really bullshit, so I asked Han Jingui , "What did the village chief say about the cremation?"

Han Jingui smiled and said: "The village head of Xiahe Village is in his sixties. He has a stubborn mind and has a special liking for burial. I am quite familiar with the village chief, Palace Mistress, do you think this is okay, let's go to see the village chief first, and then you Shusong?"

I thought about it, this is a good notice, according to our rural customs, it is generally xenophobic, and we are all from outside the village, if we enter the village rashly, if we accidentally offend the villagers here, things may become difficult , Even the villagers here will be driven out.

At that moment, I asked Han Jingui, "How far is the village of the deceased Song Guangliang from Xiahe Village?"

He pointed to the east and said, "Song Guangliang belongs to Shanghe Village, about 300 meters away."

As he said that, he took out his mobile phone and checked the time, "It's only 10:10, so You Shusong should still be in Shanghe Village. If we're going to meet the village chief, we have to hurry into the village."

I looked up to the east, and I could vaguely hear some wailing, so I nodded and said, "Okay!"

After speaking, I asked Yang Yan, Chen Erbei, Gao Lao and others to wait outside the village, and Han Jingui and I entered the village.

Yang Yan and Chen Erbei seemed worried, Yang Yan said: "Ninth Brother, how about...I'll go with you!"

I thought for a while and explained: "No, Lao Han and I should be fine. Besides, now is a society ruled by law, how dare they do anything to me!"

Yang Yan seemed to want to say something, but I rejected it, so I asked them to wait here. If You Shusong came back, he would call me, but he said oh, and didn't say anything else.

Soon, Han Jingui and I walked towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, a middle-aged man in his thirties walked up to him. He had a bald head and a ferocious face. Ignored him, just wanted to bypass him and enter the village.

Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man stopped me, looked me over, and said, "Who are you! What are you doing here?"

The accent sounds like a northerner. Han Jingui and I looked at each other and were about to speak. Han Jingui gave me a look and said in a Hubei dialect, "We are here to borrow cattle to plow the fields."

The middle-aged man didn't seem to understand Han Jingui's words, and said sharply, "What are you talking about! Speak Mandarin!"

I was taken aback, I didn't understand what Han Jingui meant, and I said a few words in Hubei dialect, which made the middle-aged man anxious, grabbed Han Jingui with one hand, and was about to start a fight, I finally understood Han Jingui's intention He is deliberately communicating with the middle-aged man in Hubei dialect, the purpose is to numb the middle-aged man, probably because he is afraid that the middle-aged man will know our identity.

Immediately, I quickly said to the middle-aged man: "My dad said that he came to Xiahe Village to borrow oxen to plow the field."

"Borrowing an ox to plow the field?" The middle-aged man looked at me suspiciously.

I explained: "It's Qingming now, and the fields are about to be plowed and planted. My dad came here to borrow cattle and plan to plow the fields."

The middle-aged man listened to me, stared at me for a while, his face changed a few times, as if he didn't quite believe what I said, he asked me: "Are you Chen Jiu?"

"Chen Jiu?" I was taken aback and said, "Who is Chen Jiu?"

In order to pretend, I asked Han Jingui in Hubei dialect, "Dad, who is Chen Jiu!"

When the middle-aged man heard that I was speaking Hubei dialect, he looked at me in disgust and said, "Go in! Don't stay too long, otherwise, don't blame us for being unreasonable."

I hummed, said a word of thanks to the middle-aged man hypocritically, and walked into the village with Han Jingui, and I couldn't help but think highly of You Shusong in my heart. He must be worried that we would find the village chief, deliberately Stay in Xiahe Village.

As the saying goes, you have Zhang Liangji, I have a wall ladder, and You Shusong has a thousand calculations, but the only one that didn't count is that I can speak Hubei dialect, which made it easy for me to sneak in.

Soon, the two of us found the village head's house. What made me feel sick was that there were two people guarding the door of the village head. They were 27 or [-] years old, and they were tall and big. This made me and Han Jingui frown, Mad, I just came in to chat with the village chief, and I still need to pass the test.

At that moment, the two of us exchanged glances and walked towards the door. The two of them stopped us and said sharply, "The village chief is not at home. He went to Shanghe Village."

Then Han Jingui was taken aback, and in the words of Hubei, "I asked the wife of the village chief to borrow a cow. It doesn't matter if the village chief is not here."

The result of this remark was exactly the same as before, the two people stared at Han Jingui with puzzled faces, and motioned for Han Jingui to speak Mandarin.

With previous experience, Han Jingui naturally doesn't speak Mandarin, so he kept talking Hubei dialect to those two people. The more anxious the two were, the faster Han Jingui's Hubei dialect was.

Seeing this, I wanted to laugh on the sidelines. This Han Jingui usually looks honest and honest, but he didn't expect it to go bad.

After talking for about a minute, Han Jingui grabbed me and said in Hubei dialect, "Son, tell them about it."

I was taken aback, and stared at Han Jingui silently, Ma De, he called his son so easily, I had no choice but to call him dad before, but he did it on purpose.

"Young man, what did your father say?" One of them said after standing on me for a while.

I was about to speak when another person beside him spoke, "Brother Zhe, I seem to know this person."

Hearing this, I was taken aback, and I couldn't help but take a step back, and said, "Brother, you must have mistaken someone, right?"

"That's right, it should be you!" the man said again.

(End of this chapter)