Super Monk

Zhao Fugui said that he gave all the money for moving the grave. The villagers felt that it was too heartless for them to do anything. In the end, Zhao Fugui and the villagers came up with a compromise. He paid half of the money for moving the graves, and the remaining half of the families who moved the graves themselves.

The plan was accepted by the villagers, and Zhao Fugui didn't insist on giving it all. In fact, the liquidity of happy farm is not abundant recently.

Planning is going on everywhere in Xiaowan village. Tens of millions are needed for Farmhouse Inn and water park. Most of Zhao Fugui's money is invested in it. He doesn't have a lot of working capital in his hand. With the 10 million compensation from Meiyuan food, Zhao Fugui's mobile phone has a working capital of more than 10 million.

The matter of moving tombs has been settled and is ready to start the next day. Zhao Fugui's ancestral grave is not here. When Zhao Hongqi was a child, his family moved to Xiaowan village, but Zhao Fugui's grandfather was still buried in his hometown's ancestral grave.

Zhao Fugui's hometown is Zhaojiagou, which is more remote than Xiaowan village. The car navigation can't show the way there. But it's not too far from Xiaowan village. It's only ten or twenty kilometers away.

If women can't do it, it's all done by young and old men. Besides, it's bad luck that they can't do it at night. On the second day, the young man in Xiaowan village started to take the lead of shovel hoe under Zhao Fugui's guidance. On the first day, Zhao Fugui, as the village head, must come to town himself in the first day.

"Grandfather Li, you have a big family in the village. You can say something instead of the village." A group of people came to the cemetery beside Heilongtan. Zhao Fugui said to old man Li who came with him.

There are no ghosts in this cemetery. All the ghosts are collected into the pagoda by Zhao Fugui. They are not afraid of wind, rain, thunder and lightning. It's better to surpass them than to be a ghost.

"Well, let me say something! Burn paper Old man Li nodded and waved his hand to let the two young people burn paper. When the paper money was burned, old man Li ordered some incense sticks and said to the cemetery, "you are all the ancestors of our Xiaowan village. Today Xiaowan village is going to develop. We're going to move a house for you. Please don't blame me!"

This is the custom of Chengdu. Moving graves is to demolish ghosts, and to demolish people's homes is to say no in advance.

"Well, start construction. From west to East, dig one by one. The excavated ones will be opened separately. Don't make a mistake!" After Li said that, he waved his hand, and the old and young men of No. 20 and No. 30 began to hold their breath.

The larger the cemetery, the older it is. Many of the coffins are buried in the larger one, while the urn is placed in the smaller one. I'm not afraid of the urn. I'm afraid to dig out the coffin.

Zhao Fugui personally instructs everyone to do it. This work can only be done in the morning and before dark in the evening. There are few tourists in the morning. When it's dark in the evening, tourists can't see it clearly. It's not so taboo. It's uncomfortable for tourists to watch it all the time in broad daylight.

Five or six small tombs were soon excavated, and the urn was taken out. The family name was recorded, and then the tombstone was pushed to the ground.

In broad daylight, what's dug out is the urn again. The old and young men in the village are not afraid of it. What's more, the village head is still watching and working hard one by one.

Five or six small tombs have been dug up, and the number of tourists in Xiaowan village has gradually increased. At this time, we just dug a big grave. The tombstone has been broken and half fallen, and the trees on both sides of the tombstone have already died. The head of the grave is covered with weeds. It seems that no one has visited the grave for a long time.

"Leave the grave dry in the morning, and come back in the evening for a while!" Zhao Fugui looked at the grave, the name on the tombstone was not clear, and he didn't care. Zhao Fugui said.

"The owner of this grave is sun, the old grave of the rich man sun. He was angry when he was fighting against the landlord. Later, he was buried here. After two years, his son and grandson died and fled. No one has come back for so many years!" Old man Li came to have a look and said.

"Now that we are all dead, let's level the grave, dig out the coffin and bury it anywhere. If we don't give him the wrong money, we'll get it to Baihua Mountain!" Said a grave digger.

"It's just that you talk a lot!" The old man glared at him.

"After all, it's a village. Although his descendants haven't appeared for so many years, we'd better dig him out and take him to the crematorium for cremation, and then send him to the cemetery." Zhao Fugui said.

As soon as Zhao Fugui said that there was no more objection, he began to cut down the two withered old trees beside the head of the grave, and then pushed the tombstone and began to dig the grave.

Zhao Fugui looked here for a while and felt that there was no problem. He was just about to leave. At this time, a scream came from behind.

"Ah Zhao Fugui heard the screaming noise and hurried back. Behind him, a young young man's shovel fell to the ground. He sat on the ground and looked at the old grave with a pale face. The coffin in the old grave of

has been dug out. The thin coffin has been rotten and uncovered. It has a bone in it, and it is just the place where the shovel is born. It is estimated that he had just dug a broken shovel and broke out the coffin and exposed the white bone from the coffin, so he was startled.

"The coffins are like this!" The other young students were not afraid. They looked into the grave and laughed at the frightened young man. "What's to be afraid of? Are you afraid that he will jump up and bite you in broad daylight?""Don't laugh, dig up and go back to rest!" With a wave of his hand, Zhao Fugui's younger generation went on working, trying to lift the coffin out.

But when sun was buried, although the head of the grave was large, it was just a lot of soil. It was not a good nanmu coffin, it was an ordinary thin skin coffin. After so long, the coffin had already failed. A few young people forced to lift the coffin, and with a few "clicks", all the coffins cracked, revealing the white bones inside.

The next few years, people are a little stunned, Zhao Fugui also looked inside, eyes in the coffin ground fierce a coagulation, there is a palm long, purple as grass in general things.

When Zhao Fugui saw the grass, his eyes were frozen. He quickly walked to the coffin, bent down and gently pulled up the purple grass, and then quickly wrapped it in his clothes.

"Richness, what is this?" Li old man puzzled looking at Zhao Fugui, do not know what he pulled a grass to do.

"A herb! Pick up the bones and coffin fragments and send them to the crematorium for cremation later! " Zhao Fugui did not explain in detail, arranged for everyone to finish the finishing work of the grave, and then immediately turned around and left.