The old man walked up to Yang Xiaobao and asked, "Young man, what are you doing?"
Yang Xiaobao pointed to the hole at the root of the tree and said, "Dig the hole, I want to see what is in this hole."
"Young man, listen to me, this hole cannot be dug."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and asked, "Old man, then tell me why can't you dig it?"
The old man sighed and said, "Isn't this obvious? Three people died because of this big locust tree in the village. If they dig it up, they will definitely die."
"Old man, don't worry, I just dig this hole, I will definitely not dig this locust tree."
"That's not possible!" The old man was obviously anxious. "The things in this cave must be guarding this locust tree. If you violate it, you will violate the locust tree."
"Old man, you also know that it was the people in your village who asked me to deal with this matter." Yang Xiaobao said, "What if someone dies again?"
The old man who was called uncle by Zhang Shengli said, "Young man, this is what you did yesterday."
He gave a thumbs up as he said that.
Then he said, "But you can't move anywhere here anymore."
Yang Xiaobao frowned and asked, "Old man, what if something happens again?"
"That has nothing to do with you!"
The old man said firmly.
Yang Xiaobao looked at Zhang Shengli and asked, "College Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Shengli was also a little scared of this tree, not to mention that there was a hole under the tree?
He rubbed his face and said with a smirk: "Brother Xiaobao, I think Uncle Fugui is right, so don't move. Let's fill in the soil, burn incense and kowtow, maybe this matter will be over."
Yang Xiaobao understood Zhang Shengli's words. He sighed, nodded, and said, "Okay, since that's the case, I won't care about this."
He handed the shovel to Zhang Shengli.
Zhang Shengli took the shovel, turned around and said to the onlookers, "Come on, fill in the pit."
After that he said, "Stone, go prepare incense, paper, candles and firecrackers."
It seems that they are going to worship this big locust tree and admit their mistakes on their own initiative.
Seeing that there was nothing he had done here, Yang Xiaobao shrugged, returned to the village, found his motorcycle, and prepared to leave.
Just as he started the car, he saw Li Fei running out of the yard wearing a mourning dress.
"Mr. Yang, I just heard about what happened in the school."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "Since the villagers don't agree with me digging that hole, then I'll have nothing to do."
"Mr. Yang, no matter what you say, I believe in you, and I also thank you for helping me."
Then he took out an envelope and stuffed it into Yang Xiaobao's hand.
"This is a little hard work, you can accept it."
Yang Xiaobao laughed, patted Li Fei on the shoulder, and said, "I didn't do anything, let me say, I don't want you to have that little money."
Li Fei lowered his head embarrassedly.
He knew that Yang Xiaobao was the richest man in Shitou Town and he didn't even look down on this little money.
So he didn't insist.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao riding a motorcycle leave, Li Fei was stunned for a long time before sighing and returning to the yard to prepare for his father's funeral.
Yang Xiaobao rode his motorcycle back to his home in Shitou Village. As soon as he pushed the door, he met Su Guihua who was about to go out.
"Oh, Xiaobao, you scared me to death!"
"Sister Guihua, what are you doing?"
"I thought something happened to you in Beihe Village, so I thought about going to see you, but I didn't expect you to come back."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "The matter over there has been completed, so I'm back."
"Xiaobao, nothing is wrong with Beihe Village?"
Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said, "It should be nothing wrong, right?"
"That's good, you wait, I'll make you lunch."
As he said that, Su Guihua walked towards the kitchen.
After lunch, Yang Xiaobao and Su Guihua were tired of it for a while before going to the clinic.
When he stayed in the clinic until nearly five o'clock, he saw a patient leave when he saw a man hurried in from outside.
"Brother Xiaobao, brother Xiaobao!"
The person who came was none other than the village chief of Beihe Village, Zhang Shengli.
Seeing Zhang Shengli, Yang Xiaobao wrinkled and asked with an unhappy look: "Captain Zhang, why are you here again?"
"Brother Xiaobao, I'm really sorry. I'm going to bother you again this time."
Yang Xiaobao snorted and asked, "What's going on this time? Isn't it dead again?"
"No, but, a strange thing happened."
"What a strange thing."
"Brother Xiaobao, how about you or you should go to Beihe Village with me again."
Yang Xiaobao sneered: "Don't you don't need me anymore?"
Zhang Shengli saw that he was angry about what happened today, and quickly smiled and said, "Brother Xiaobao, it's wrong for us, and Uncle Fugui is a respected old man in our village. Everyone respects him a little."
"Okay, I can go with you, but I have to say it first and I must listen to me in everything."
"Don't worry, no matter what you say, we will listen to you."
Yang Xiaobao nodded, stood up, and followed Zhang Shengli outside.
When they arrived at Beihe Village again, they came to the door of Zhixue's house and saw the villagers surrounding them three layers inside and three layers outside.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao arrive, the villagers immediately dodged a way for him.
When Yang Xiaobao walked into the yard, he saw more than a dozen people surrounding a thin coffin made of paulownia wood.
Several wrist-thick ropes were tied to the coffin.
Put a wooden stick as thick as a thigh on the rope.
Those who stood around the coffin and carried wooden sticks were all strong young men.
But at this time they were all dejected.
The old man who stopped Yang Xiaobao from digging the hole today was also in the yard.
He was directing everyone and said, "A few more people will come, we will definitely be able to lift this coffin!"
As he said that, he shouted to the coffin: "Zhixue, if you still have a little conscience, don't make things difficult for your wife and children!"
A dozen young men, cheered up their slogans, carried wooden sticks, and wanted to lift the coffin.
But the faces of these more than a dozen young men were red, and the coffin was still motionless.
How could a dozen young people not be able to lift a thin coffin and add a person?
There must be something weird here.
In the end, the people had to give up and stood aside with gasps.
"Zhi Xue must have something to worry about, so she is unwilling to be carried away."
Someone whispered.
Zhixue's wife hugged her two children and cried, shouting: "Children's father, please leave with confidence. I will definitely not marry again. I will raise your two children to adulthood."
"Zhi Xue's wife, you have said this many times. Think about it again, what else can Zhi Xue be assured?"
The old man asked.
Zhixue's wife shook her head and said, "What else can he not let go except the children?" This chapter has been completed!