Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

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's in the hole."

"Young man, listen to me, this hole cannot be dug."

Yang Xiaobao smiled and asked: "Old man, tell me why you can't dig."

The old man sighed and said, "Isn't that obvious? Three people died in the village because of this big locust tree. If we continue to dig, there will definitely be more dead."

"Old man, don't worry, I'm just digging this hole, I'm sure I won't dig down this locust tree."

"That won't work either!" The old man was visibly anxious, "The things in this cave must be guarding the locust tree. If you offend it, you offend the locust tree."

"Old man, you also know that people in your village invited me to deal with this matter." Yang Xiaobao said, "What if someone dies?"

The old man Zhang Shengli called 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 move anywhere 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, "Cun Zhang, what do you think?"

Zhang Shengli was also a little afraid of this tree, not to mention that there was a hole under this tree?

He rubbed his face and said with a sneer: "Brother Xiaobao, I think Uncle Fugui is right, so don't move. Let's fill it with soil, burn incense and kowtow, and maybe this matter will be over."

Yang Xiaobao understood Zhang Shengli's words, he sighed, nodded, and said, "Well, since that's the case, I don't care about it."

He handed the shovel to Zhang Shengli.

Zhang Shengli took the shovel, turned around and said to the onlookers, "Come and fill up the hole."

Then he said: "Stone, go prepare incense, paper, candles and firecrackers."

It seemed that they wanted to worship this big locust tree and admit their mistakes.

Seeing that he had nothing to do here, Yang Xiaobao shrugged, went back 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 in a filial piety.

"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 I have nothing to do with it."

"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 work, you accept it."

Yang Xiaobao laughed, patted Li Fei on the shoulder, and said, "I didn't do anything, besides, I'm not short of your money."

Li Fei lowered his head in embarrassment.

He knew that Yang Xiaobao was the richest man in Stone Town, so he didn't think much of this money at all.

So he didn't insist on it.

Seeing Yang Xiaobao leaving on his motorcycle, Li Fei was stunned for a long time before he sighed and went back to the yard to discuss his father's funeral.

Yang Xiaobao rode his motorcycle back to his home in Shitou Village. As soon as he opened the door, he ran into Su Guihua who was about to go out.

"Oh, Xiaobao, you scared me to death!"

"Sister Osmanthus, what are you doing here?"

"I thought something happened to you in Beihe Village, so I wanted to go and have a look, but I didn't expect you to come back."

Yang Xiaobao smiled and said, "I'm done with the things over there, so I'm coming back."

"Xiaobao, is Beihe Village okay?"

Yang Xiaobao shrugged his shoulders and said, "It should be fine, right?"

"That's good, you wait, I'll make you lunch."

Said Su Guihua walked to the kitchen.

After lunch, Yang Xiaobao and Su Guihua got bored for a while before going to the clinic.

When he stayed in the clinic until nearly five o'clock, he sent away a patient when he saw a person hurried in from outside.

"Brother Xiaobao, brother Xiaobao!"

The person who came was none other than the village head of Beihe Village, Zhang Shengli.

Seeing Zhang Shengli, Yang Xiaobao frowned, and asked unhappily: "Mr. Zhang, why are you here again?"

"Brother Xiaobao, I'm really sorry, I'm going to trouble you again this time."

Yang Xiaobao snorted and asked, "What's going on this time? It won't be another death, right?"

"No, no, but, but a strange thing happened."

"What a strange thing."

"Brother Xiaobao, why not, why don't you go to Beihe Village with me again."

Yang Xiaobao sneered and said, "Don't you don't need me?"

Zhang Shengli saw that he was angry about what happened today, so he quickly smiled and said, "Brother Xiaobao, it's our fault, and Uncle Fugui is a highly respected old man in our village. Everyone respects him a little bit."

"Okay, I can walk with you for a while, but I have something to say first, and I must obey 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 to the outside.

When they arrived at Beihe Village again, they came to the gate of Zhijia, and saw the villagers surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside.

Seeing Yang Xiaobao's arrival, the villagers immediately got out of the way for him.

When Yang Xiaobao walked into the yard, he saw a dozen people surrounding a thin coffin made of paulownia wood.

Several wrist-thick ropes were tied to the coffin.

On the rope is a wooden stick as thick as a thigh.

The people standing around the coffin carrying sticks are all strong young men.

But at this moment they were all downcast.

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, we will definitely be able to lift this coffin!"

As he spoke, he shouted towards the coffin: "Zhixue, if you still have a conscience, don't make things difficult for your wife and children!"

More than a dozen young men rallied their energy and chanted the slogan one, two, three, carrying wooden sticks, trying to lift the coffin.

But the faces of the dozen or so young men turned red, and the coffin remained motionless.

With a thin coffin and one more person, how could a dozen young people not be able to lift it up.

There's definitely something quirky about it.

In the end, these people had to give up and stood aside, panting.

"Zhixue must have something to worry about, so he doesn't want to be carried away."

someone whispered.

Zhixue's daughter-in-law hugged the two children and cried, "Father, don't worry. I will never marry again. I will raise your two children."

"Zhixue's daughter-in-law, you've said this many times, think about it again, what else is Zhixue worried about?"

asked the old man.

Zhixue's daughter-in-law shook her head and said, "Apart from the children, what else can he not let go of?"