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 a hole. I want to see what's in the hole."
"Young man, listen to me, you can't dig this hole."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and asked: "Old man, tell me why you can't dig."
The old man sighed and said, "Isn't it obvious? Three people have died in the village because of this big locust tree. If we dig further, there will definitely be more deaths."
"Old man, don't worry. I'm just digging this hole. I won't dig down this locust tree."
"That won't work!" The old man was obviously worried. "The things in this cave must be protecting this locust tree. If you offend it, you will offend the locust tree."
"Old man, you also know that it was the people in your village who asked me to handle this matter." Yang Xiaobao said, "What if another person dies?"
The old man whom Zhang Shengli called his uncle said: "Young man, this is what you did yesterday."
As he spoke, he gave a thumbs up.
Then he added: "But you can't touch anywhere else here."
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, "Village Chief Zhang, what do you think?"
Zhang Shengli was also a little afraid of this tree, not to mention that there was a hole under the tree?
He rubbed his face and said with a smile: "Brother Xiaobao, I think Uncle Fugui is right. Just don't move. Let's fill it with soil, burn incense and kowtow. Maybe this matter will be over."
Yang Xiaobao understood what Zhang Shengli said. He sighed, nodded, and said, "Okay, in that case, I won't care about it."
He handed the shovel to Zhang Shengli.
Zhang Shengli took the shovel, turned around and said to the onlookers: "Come here and fill up the hole."
Then he said: "Stone, go prepare incense, paper, candles and firecrackers."
Apparently, they wanted to worship the big locust tree and take the initiative to admit their mistake.
Seeing that he had nothing to do 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 mourning clothes.
"Mr. Yang, I just heard about what happened at the school."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said: "Since the villagers don't agree with me digging that hole, then nothing will happen to me."
"Mr. Yang, no matter what you say, I believe in you and thank you for helping me."
Then he took out an envelope and stuffed it into Yang Xiaobao's hand.
"This is a little hard money, you accept it."
Yang Xiaobao laughed, patted Li Fei on the shoulder and said, "I didn't do anything. Besides, I don't owe you that little money."
Li Fei lowered his head in embarrassment.
He knew that Yang Xiaobao was the richest man in Stone Town and looked down upon this little money at all.
So he didn't persist much.
Watching Yang Xiaobao leave on his motorcycle, Li Fei was stunned for a long time before sighing and returning to the yard to organize his father's funeral.
Yang Xiaobao rode his motorcycle back to his home in Shitou Village. As soon as he opened 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 here?"
"I thought something happened to you in Beihe Village, so I wanted to go take a look, but I didn't expect you to come back."
Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "The things over there are done, so I'm back."
"Xiaobao, is everything going on in Beihe Village?"
Yang Xiaobao shrugged and said, "Is everything going to be fine?"
"That's good, just wait and I'll make you lunch."
Su Guihua said and walked towards the kitchen.
After lunch, Yang Xiaobao and Su Guihua lingered for a while before going to the clinic.
When he stayed in the clinic until nearly five o'clock, he just sent away a patient and saw a person hurriedly walking in from outside.
"Brother Xiaobao, brother Xiaobao!"
The visitor was none other than Zhang Shengli, the head of Beihe Village.
Seeing Zhang Shengli, Yang Xiaobao frowned and asked with an unhappy face: "Village Chief Zhang, why are you here again?"
"Brother Xiaobao, I'm really sorry, I have to trouble you again this time."
Yang Xiaobao snorted and asked, "What's going on this time? Is there another death?"
"No, no, but, a strange thing happened."
"What a weird thing."
"Brother Xiaobao, why don't you and I go to Beihe Village again?"
Yang Xiaobao sneered: "Don't you need me anymore?"
Zhang Shengli saw that he was angry about what happened today, so he quickly said with a smile on his face: "Brother Xiaobao, it's our fault, and Uncle Fugui is a highly respected old man in our village. Everyone respects him."
"Okay, I can go with you for a while, but I have something to say first, and you 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 gate of Zhijia and saw villagers surrounding them on three levels inside and three outside.
Seeing Yang Xiaobao arriving, the villagers immediately moved out of the way for him.
Yang Xiaobao walked into the yard and saw a dozen people surrounding a thin coffin made of paulownia wood.
There were several wrist-thick ropes tied to the coffin.
A wooden stick as thick as a thigh is tied to the rope.
The men standing around the coffin, carrying wooden sticks, were all strong young men.
But now they were all dejected.
The old man who stopped Yang Xiaobao from digging a hole today was also in the yard.
He was directing everyone and said: "With a few more people, we will definitely be able to lift this coffin!"
As he spoke, he shouted to the coffin: "Zhixue, if you still have some conscience, don't make it difficult for your wife and children!"
A dozen young men gathered their strength, shouted slogans of one, two, three, and carried wooden sticks, trying to lift the coffin.
But the faces of these dozen young men turned red, and the coffin remained motionless.
How could a dozen young people not be able to lift a thin coffin with one person added to it?
There's definitely something weird here.
In the end, these people had to give up and stood aside, panting.
"Zhixue must be worried about something, so he doesn't want to be carried away."
Someone whispered.
Zhixue's wife hugged her two children and cried, "Father, please feel free to leave. I will definitely not remarry, and I will raise your two children."
"Daughter-in-law Zhixue, you have said this many times. If you think about it again, is there anything else that Zhixue is worried about?"
the old man asked.
Zhixue's wife shook her head and said, "Besides the children, what else can he not let go of?" This chapter has been completed!