In the name of my family: My little brother is a big guy!

He Ziqiu’s gaze turned back and forth in this crop field.

“Village chief, it stands to reason that this is a self-reserved field, there should be no trees, right? Why are there camphor trees in some fields? ”

He Ziqiu pointed to a few camphor trees in the crop field and asked.

“This… This…”

Hearing He Ziqiu’s question, the village chief was helpless.

“How? What’s going on here? ”

He Ziqiu asked suspiciously.

Just a few trees, is it so difficult to talk about?

“Those are feng shui trees!”

It took a while for the village chief to speak.

“Feng Shui Tree? There is neither a yin house nor a yang house here, why are feng shui trees doing here? Besides, who uses camphor trees to make feng shui trees, isn’t it generally used pine, cypress and willow trees? ”

Genki asked suspiciously.

“Whoosh! You see, there is a little bulge under those trees, those are the graves, as for why camphor trees are planted, when I was a child, I heard my father say that we were very poor here a few decades ago, and there was basically no source of income in the village at that time, so that camphor trees were planted next to the graves so that the trees could grow more easily and sell them for money. ”

The village said with a sigh.

“Camphor trees grow up more easily on the edge of graves?”

Genki asked suspiciously.

“Compared with pine trees and the like, camphor trees have a higher value, plus the root system of camphor trees is more developed, so planting camphor trees on the side of the grave is not a feng shui tree, not a tree to raise people, but a person to raise a tree.”

He Ziqiu sighed.

“Captain, you mean…. Hiss! ”

When Genji heard this, he gasped, Ma Yay! This is using dead people to use camphor trees as fertilizer!

He Ziqiu took out a candle from the backpack behind him and lit it.

“Leader! What are you? ”

The village chief asked curiously.

“Okay, village chief, don’t ask, deal with this kind of thing, our captain is professional, let’s just watch.”

Geng Ji stopped the village chief’s questioning and also looked at He Ziqiu with curious eyes.

The candle He Ziqiu held in his hand is the kind of white candle that everyone sees on weekdays, but the candle body was dug by him, and it seems to be several symbols connected together, anyway, Genji can’t see it.

He Ziqiu held the lit candle in his hand and walked around.

Genji and the village chief followed behind him, and the three of them circled around the entire crop field.

Half an hour later, He Ziqiu finally stopped.

“Village chief, is there also a tomb here?”

He Ziqiu pointed to a small area covered with weeds and moss in front of him and asked.

“This… This land seems to belong to the Dazhu family, and as for whether there is a grave, I don’t know. ”

The village chief thought for a long time, shook his head and said.

“Xiao Geng, you go to Da Zhu’s house and call his father!”

He Ziqiu said to Genji.

“Okay!”

Genkey turned and ran towards the village.

“Leader, are you saying that there are really ghosts?”

When the village chief saw this, he looked nervously.

“Who knows! Give it a try! ”

He Ziqiu said ambiguously.

“This… This… I… I…”

When He Ziqiu said this, the village chief became even more afraid, and directly stuck to He Ziqiu and stood beside him, looking left and right, always feeling that something around him was staring at him.

Soon!

Geng Ji came over carrying Dazhu’s father, and He Ziqiu saw that the wound on his face should have stopped the bleeding.

“Old man! This land belongs to your family? ”

He Ziqiu asked.

“Yes! It’s my family, and it’s too close to the canal, so this field has been flooded all year round, so nothing but rice can be grown, so it has been idle for the past few years. ”

The old man replied.

“Is there a grave here?”

He Ziqiu pointed to the mossy area and asked.

“This….”

The old man hesitated.

“Da Zhu Daddy, whatever the leader asks, you will answer anything, and I don’t want your mother-in-law to get better!”

The village chief scolded.

“Yes! There is one, count it as a grave! ”

The old man said hesitantly.

“What is a grave? Yes, yes, no! ”

Genkey said suspiciously.

“Alas….. It’s been almost 70 years…”

The old man said that buried under this was his former neighbor.

It was about the end of the 50s, when he was only in his 10s, just when he was about to grow his body, but he encountered a large-scale “famine” across the country.

Every family has little food to store, so life is tight.

The 10-year-old kid is exactly when he grows his body, and although he always shouts that he can’t eat enough, he can still live after all.

However, their neighbors are even worse, often eating only one meal a day, drinking porridge and eating wild vegetables for each meal.

At that time, let alone rice, there were very few wild vegetables.

There was a child in the neighbor’s house, picked up from the mouth of the village, a mute who was probably abandoned.

The neighbor’s family saw that he was pitiful and adopted, but when the disaster occurred, the family really couldn’t get anything to eat.

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