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At noon, a group of people stepped into the direction of the mass grave.

"Back then I was unfilial and left my father to go out alone. I always thought about the old man outside, but I couldn't make a man and I would have no face to come back. Now I return home in fine clothes, but the old man..." Bu Gaosheng walked out of his pocket He took out a handkerchief and wiped away his tears, his originally smiling face instantly turned into a sad expression.

Bu Gaosheng, that is, the orphan rich man who went out to make a living.

One of the people in this group, an old man in his seventies, took a puff of dry cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and sighed heavily: "Hey, it's also Chengzi who doesn't have such a blessing, but you are promising now, presumably he is here The next one will also be gratified."

Step by step, step by step foster father.

"Grandpa Eight, I will remember the kindness of the village for helping to bury my father." Bu Gaosheng put the handkerchief back into his pocket, with a faint expression of grief on his face, but the expression in his eyes showed A little irritated.

Bujia Village is built on the mountain, and the mass grave is located in a ravine.The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, and there is no way for vehicles to drive in, so you can only walk on foot.In recent years, Bu Gaosheng has not suffered much, and his feet hurt even after walking for half an hour.However, if I want to put incense on Bu Cheng, I can't take it back if I release it.

The village near the mass grave is called Bujiazhuang, and nine out of ten people in the village all have the surname Bu.It is said that it used to be a big family, and they migrated here collectively to avoid the disaster of war.

The old man called Eighth Grandpa raised his eyelids and lowered them after hearing this. He is old but not confused, his eyes are not blind, and his heart is clear.After decades of no news, he suddenly came back and said that he wanted to repair the grave. He didn't care about Bu Gaosheng's intentions. Whether he was sincere or not, he could still bring some benefits to the village.

"arrive."

Bu Baye casually pinned the dry tobacco on his trouser waist, and led the way forward.Bu Gaosheng heaved a sigh of relief. He was wearing leather shoes when he came. No matter how good and comfortable the shoes are, they are still on the premise of walking on a flat road. Walking on a mountain road is really suffering.

He followed quickly, and asked casually: "My father was buried in..." When he saw the place where it was said to be a mass burial, he looked a little shocked: "Didn't you say that he was buried in a mass grave?" Was Bu Cheng buried in the mass grave? He didn't care much about getting promoted in the mass burial post, all he wanted was an excuse to show his filial piety.

In Bu Gaosheng's impression, the mass graves are all messy and barren, but the graves here are all neatly arranged, and there is no weed on each grave, which is basically the same as a specially guarded cemetery except for the specifications. It makes no difference.What's more, it's not a year or a festival, and there are some sacrifices on the side of some grave bags.

There was a gratified and joyful smile on Bu Baye's face, and the look in his eyes turned to sincerity, and he said in a slightly raised tone: "It should be Xiao Jiu'er who has returned." Every time Jun Xijiu came back, he would bring some sacrifices to offer fruits, There will also be a sacrifice to the lonely grave.

The mass graves used to be very messy and barren, and the relatives of the Jun family who didn't want to die lived in a messy environment. When repairing their own graves, they repaired all the lonely graves here.People who have died in the village in recent years are also buried here. After Jun Xijiu was admitted to the National University, some people still think that this cemetery has good geomantic omen. Several families with children who go to school have moved their ancestral cemetery here to get a little bit of it. Good luck said.

As for still calling it a mass grave, it's just a habit.

Bu Gaosheng asked with some doubts: "Who is this Xiaojiu?"

Bu Baye said with pride in his tone: "It's a child from a family surnamed Jun in the village. He was admitted to the National University this year. This child is filial, and he will come back every now and then to visit his relatives. The lonely grave was also swept away."

Different from Bu Gaosheng's show, this is a good boy with true feelings!

Jun Xijiu grew up in a mass grave when he was a child, but when he was in school, he needed a household registration certificate. Huai Shujing used some tricks to create a false identity, leaving both his and Jun Xijiu's household registrations in the same place. Bujiazhuang.

Bu Gaosheng didn't pay much attention when he heard this, and he still had some disdain for Bu Baye's proud tone in his heart.He didn't even go to elementary school, so he still created such a huge family business, and those college students who graduated from famous schools are still vying to come to work in his company!

Bu Baye led the way forward, stopped near the center, and pointed to a tomb: "No, this is Chengzi's tomb."

The stone tablet in front of the tomb was as clean as new without a trace of dust, and there were some wet water stains on it. It looked like it had just been cleaned and wiped.There are some melons and fruits and burnt paper money on the side, and there is still half a stick of incense in the incense burner placed on the grave brick.

"Chengzi has no other descendants besides you, and Xiao Jiushun brought it to the priest all these years." Bu Baye said lightly.

Bu Gaosheng's face suddenly became a little hot. Although he was adopted, he also bore the Bu family's surname. He also registered the household registration book in a serious way, and informed the villagers that there was a recognition banquet.Now his serious son has not had time to visit Lao Tzu's grave for decades, but a stranger with a different surname does it more filially than him.

One of the entourage stood up at this time and said something: "Boss, didn't you just say that you want the old man to order a golden nanmu coffin? I just contacted, and the coffin shop said to hurry up the order, but you need Add money, it will cost 50."

Bu Cheng died of a disease. His surname was Bu. The ancestors of the Bu family village belonged to the same family. For the sake of the same family, after his death, each family in the village paid some money to buy a thin-skinned coffin for him. He took care of his affairs.In order to show his filial piety, Bu Gaosheng repaired the grave as one of the things, and he also planned to replace the coffin with a new one.

Bu Gaosheng looked at the casual staff with admiration. Although he didn't intend to spend so much money on a new coffin, it's okay to brag about it.This kid is smart and knows how to do things. After returning home, he can consider transferring to his side to do things.

He pretended to be indifferent, waved his hands casually and said: "This is a small matter, you can figure it out."

Seeing the envious and astonished expressions of the other villagers accompanying him, Bu Gaosheng snorted inwardly, but how could the filial piety of tens of dollars compare with his hundreds of thousands of filial piety?He glanced at the shriveled melons and fruits that had lost their moisture, and felt disdainful. He probably wanted to get cheap, and he didn't know which wholesale market he bought to make up for it.

If you can manage your reputation at a young age, your heart must be wrong.

Bu Baye took a puff of dry tobacco and exhaled the smoke from his nostrils. He saw Bu Gaosheng's contemptuous expression just now.What, when I first got married, my family didn't have much food left, just to feed this little boy, I almost starved to death.Raising a son to guard against old age, blindly raised a wolf-hearted cub, and no one threw him a pot after he died.

If Bu Gaosheng hadn't promised to give 1 yuan to each family who raised funds to bury Bucheng as a thank you, he wouldn't bother to greet this ungrateful thing.So what if the coffin was exchanged for millions?Bucheng is already dead, what did you do earlier?

Bu Gaosheng winked, and the subordinates who came with him put the tribute brought by the side, and the man who was shrewd just now deliberately placed the melons and fruits they brought with those enshrined by Jun Xijiu .One is fresh and juicy, and the other is dry and dehydrated. The difference between high and low is obvious.

"Is the condition of Xiaojiu's family not good? The things I bought... Forget it. For the sake of his filial piety for me for several years, I can subsidize all his college expenses. If you want, You can also come to work in my company after graduation.”

Bu Gaosheng gave way to Bu Ba Ye with his generous attitude, and he interrupted his words: "It's getting late, you can put incense on Cheng Zi."

Consciously saving face, Bu Gaosheng took some good incense from his men, bent down and bowed shallowly, inserted it into the incense burner on the grave brick, and said with a sad face: "Father, it's because the child is unfilial, I only come to see it now." You, I also suffered during those years outside..."

He had just started talking, but at this time a strong wind suddenly blew, and some sand from the grave mound was blown directly into Bu Gaosheng's mouth, causing his words that were about to complain and justify to be choked in his throat.

The assistant who lit the incense just now immediately stepped forward to make a rescue: "Mr. Bu, it's windy, let's put another one on." He stepped forward to pull out the burnt incense and light it again.

This time Bu Gaosheng was in no mood to talk about the scene, he bowed perfunctorily and planned to insert the incense into the incense burner.Who knew that the incense would go out again before it touched the censer.

This time there is no wind!

While muttering in his heart, the assistant made another rescue: "Mr. Bu, it's all my fault. Maybe when I was buying incense, I ran into unscrupulous merchants selling fake products." Just in case, he bought a lot of joss sticks and the like spare.

Unpack a new handful of incense and relight it.

After two accidents in a row, Bu Gaosheng was already very dissatisfied at this time, and this time he didn't even bow, and directly inserted the incense into the incense burner.

Click.

This time the incense didn't go out, but broke off right down the middle.The incision is particularly neat, as if cut off by a sharp knife.This unlucky phenomenon made Bu Gaosheng's face a little ugly, and his heart was a little panicked.

Bu Gaosheng tried a few more times without believing in evil, but failed every time.

What was even more embarrassing was that the two sticks of incense in the incense burner, his incense was either blown out by the wind, or broken by the middle, and he couldn't get in anyway, but the original half of the stick was still burning.

Bu Gaosheng was terrified in his heart, but he forced himself to support himself: "Is my father buried here?"

"Of course it is!" After this kind of supernatural event happened, the eyes of several other villagers looked at Bu Gaosheng, and one of them spoke with anger: "I was the one who carried the coffin for Uncle Cheng at the beginning, and filled it up." The words on the tombstone are still engraved by my grandfather, how can I admit it wrong!"

As soon as these words came out, Gao Sheng didn't even try to hide them, his face was very gloomy.The one buried below is his adoptive father, so why can't he be incensed?Not accepting his incense again and again, does that mean that he is unwilling to recognize his son?

Bu Baye didn't panic at all, and even felt relieved.But for the sake of money, he can't say too much: "It's not a good day, let's offer incense another day." When offering incense to his own father, he doesn't even kneel, and he has a temper like that soft dough. It can be regarded as a tough time!

It was clearly noon, but the surroundings felt gloomy, and this kind of thing happened, Bu Baye gave a step down, and the group dared not stay any longer.

Another gust of wind blew by.

"Ouch!" Bu Gaosheng didn't pay attention to his feet when he was walking, and one of them didn't step on his body because of inertia, and fell to the ground in front of the grave, his forehead hit the ground hard, and a bloody gash came out immediately.

The subordinates following Bu Gaosheng stepped forward to help him up one after another. Someone saw that Bu Gaosheng accidentally stepped on a banana offering.What makes people feel weird is that another large string is elsewhere, why is there a single one appearing at the foot of Bugaosheng?

The assistant who was shrewd just now suddenly discovered that the melons, fruits and cakes he put later were scattered all over the ground by the evil wind just now, but the shriveled fruits were placed in a good place. Put it in place.

There are ghosts!

When he looked at the tombs in the mass graves again, it was clearly sunny, but for no reason it made people feel a spooky aura.I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in my heart. If I didn't worry about Bu Gaosheng, I really wanted to run away.

Bu Gaosheng was so dizzy and dizzy that he couldn't stand still, his head hurt so much that he couldn't speak a whole sentence, and he could only spit out a word angrily: "Go." Now he doesn't want to stay here for a moment up.

A group of people panicked and went down the mountain. What they didn't know was that the person who sacrificed just now was always in front of them.Jun Xijiu came back today, and the locust tree spirit specially arranged an enchantment to allow ghosts to haunt even in sunny days.

"Bah, ungrateful dog." Aunt Six was notoriously gentle and kind-tempered during her lifetime, but she would be so angry that her ghostly aura would fluctuate violently: "Chengzi, you are really blind, what kind of bastard did you adopt? Dare to point at Sang and scold Huai my ninth brother!" It's just an ungrateful thing, how can it compare with their pure and filial ninth brother!

Aunt Six is ​​the ghostly mother-in-law who feels sorry for herself and has no one to clean up the grass. Since that day, she has treated Jun Xijiu as her own son.She is very protective of the calf, and she did the thing that gave in to Gao Sheng and kowtowed just now.

Bu Cheng looked at the figure that had disappeared, and then glanced at the various high-end tributes scattered around the grave, without any fluctuations in his heart, he said coldly: "He is not my son."

He ran away from Bugaosheng without saying a word, and he didn't send back any news for decades, so he still had some hope.I hope he can have a good life outside, and it's fine if he doesn't suffer poverty with him.It's just that the only remaining bit of warmth was at the moment when Bu Gaosheng despised and despised Jun Xijiu just now, he no longer intended to recognize this son.

It was Jun Xijiu who enshrined him and didn't make him hungry and sad in the past few years, not the cold-hearted Bu Gaosheng.Aunt Six was right in scolding him, he raised a white-eyed wolf only because he was blind.So just now he made a hindrance and was unwilling to accept the incense of the other party.

"You have a conscience." Seeing that Bucheng had made a statement, Aunt Six gave up. She smoothed down her hair, and her face changed when she remembered something: "You actually cared about such a bad thing as Qi, and prepared something for Brother Jiu to take to school. It’s not ready yet.” Brother Jiu likes to eat the pickles she made the most, so she has to go back to Qi Yiweng to bottle it.

After Aunt Six left in a hurry, Bu Cheng glanced at the shriveled and dehydrated fruit in front of his grave, and then reached out to take out an apple from his pocket. The flesh was plump, big and red, and the juicy look made him very appetizing.This was given to him by Jun Xijiu today. The fruit outside was shriveled and turned into something that ghosts could eat by magic.

He took a bite, and the sweet juice bloomed on his taste buds.

Bu Cheng pressed his chest and broke the line of kinship connecting him and Bu Gaosheng without hesitation.It's not his luck to have been promoted for so long these years, and it's time for him to get his money back with interest.

On the other side, Bu Gaosheng suddenly felt empty in his heart, as if something had disappeared, and he was very flustered.

This time, the secretary who came with him walked into the ward, and said in a cautious tone: "Mr. Bu, the land we were interested in before has been cut off, and we have already signed a contract with someone else."

"What?" When Bu Gaosheng became emotional, the place where his head was knocked felt a throbbing pain. He took a deep breath to recover his emotions, and when the pain in his head was not so bad, he asked, "Who is it?"

The reason why he came back to repair Bu Cheng's grave was because a small county nearby was planned to build a sanatorium by the government. He made his fortune in real estate, so after hearing the news, he naturally wanted to get a share of it.The same competitors, when choosing partners, will favor local entrepreneurs.

"Tian."

Bu Gaosheng held his aching forehead, Tian Shi and him were old rivals, this time the other party also heard the news, but he didn't expect the other party to attack so quickly.Since it is impossible for the other party to give him a piece of the pie, fortunately, he prepared two plans from the beginning: "Then contract the mountain in Bujiazhuang as soon as possible."

The health resort is far away from Bujiazhuang if you take the regular road, but the straight-line distance between the two points is not far.He also inquired about another piece of news that the government plans to pave a road in the near future, and the route will just pass through Bujiazhuang and the sanatorium.Although the profit of contracting the hilltop is not as big as the development of the sanatorium, it can still be eaten in pieces, and it can be eaten alone.

The secretary's face was a little subtle: "The hilltop of Bujiazhuang has also been contracted."

Being intercepted twice in a row, Bu Gaosheng almost fainted, his face was so gloomy that he could drip water: "Is it also the Tian family?" If the other party really chased him to death, don't blame him for catching him!

The secretary shook her head: "No, it's the Jun family."

Bu Gaosheng's heart skipped a beat: "Which Jun's family?" The famous Jun's family only has Junlou, but the other party is only involved in antiques, jewelry and auction houses. I haven't heard that the other party is involved in real estate.

"It's the Jun's family in Bujia Village, oh, it's the one in the village who got admitted to the National University." He just learned that the sanatorium was acquired by the Tian family, so he immediately asked about the hilltop, and was told by the village chief that the hilltop had been contracted up.

Bu Gaosheng's face was a little distorted: "When did it happen?"

The secretary hesitated and said, "Just as we were going to visit the grave...the village chief said that the elders of Jun's family wanted to build a big house for their son."

Bu Gaosheng hasn't given up yet, the other party is just a small person, it's not impossible to turn around if he just gives some sweetness, or he can get it with some tricks.The people don't fight with the officials, and the officials and businessmen collude. He has done this kind of thing a lot, and he can succeed every time.

At this time, the secretary answered the phone, and after the call, his face changed: "Mr. Bu, the company called just now to say that the high-end residential building we just built failed the comprehensive inspection and cannot be sold for the time being."

After two or three blows in succession, Bu Gaosheng's blood surged up, and he passed out directly.

"Jiu'er, I just contracted a hilltop for my father, and I plan to build a big house for you to live in." Every time he came back, it was too wronged to live in a mass grave. He planned to build a manor according to the regulations of the palace compound.

Jun Xijiu frowned: "Father, you are wasting money again!"

Locust Tree Spirit: "..."

So much money that buying a small country is a drop in the bucket, but my son always thinks that his family is poor?