Relocation Brigade

Early the next morning, after receiving the news that Chen Ling was coming, Mrs. Jiang was very happy, and ordered the servant to clean the inside and outside of the house, and specially called Jiang Shengxing back from the company.

Counting the time, she felt that Chen Ling was coming soon, so she went to meet him outside the gate in person.

"Mrs. Jiang." Chen Ling smiled at Mrs. Jiang, the lady in front of him looked much better than before, and she was full of energy.

Mrs. Jiang took the young man's hand affectionately: "You have to tell me the first day after you come next time, so that I can ask the driver to pick you up."

"Okay." Chen Ling agreed verbally.

After walking quietly with Mrs. Jiang for a while, he explained the purpose of today's visit: "Mrs. Jiang, I'm here today because I have something to ask."

"It's all from my own family. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. There is no need to avoid it." Mrs. Jiang frowned, and she spoke the truth. On the third day after Chen Ling moved the grave of the Jiang family, her husband was fine. discharged from the hospital.

Now she completely regards Chen Ling as a benefactor.

Chen Ling subconsciously held the seal on his chest through his clothes, felt it carefully, and made sure that the surrounding air was stuffy and not cool. He said calmly, "I want to inquire about Mr. Jiang Yu."

Because Jiang's family has distinguished guests coming today, there is a lively atmosphere from top to bottom.

But when Mrs. Jiang invited the distinguished guests in, the butler and the servants found that the atmosphere between the host and the guests was a little delicate, anxious, tense, awkward, and there was a sense of urgency.

Chen Ling didn't expect that he could ask Mrs. Jiang like a formidable enemy with a question of his own. The two of them sat on the sofa silently for a while, and the silent atmosphere was broken by the butler who came up to deliver tea.

Mrs. Jiang regained her senses, took the teacup and put it in front of Chen Ling, and said dryly, "Mr. Chen, please drink tea."

Holding the teacup in both hands, Chen Ling took a small sip, the fragrance was tangy, refreshing and refreshing.

Putting down the teacup, he didn't want to consume any more, so he asked directly, "Mrs. Jiang, is there anything inconvenient to say?"

"Yes..." Mrs. Jiang paused, and then said, "No, there is nothing inconvenient."

There was a car parked outside the villa, and Jiang Shengxing got off the car and drove all the way. Before he had time to say hello after entering the door, he noticed that his wife and Chen Ling's expressions were not quite right.

After taking off his coat, he paused, frowned, and approached with a smile on his face: "Mr. Chen is rarely here. If you don't mind, let's have a drink at noon."

"I don't know how to drink." Chen Ling didn't want to repeat the mistake in the bathroom that day, and he was determined not to drink alcohol in the future.

Jiang Shengxing didn't care about being rejected, and was about to say something else when his wife suddenly called him: "Shengxing, I have something to tell you."

Judging by this posture, I want to talk alone.

Jiang Shengxing felt a little rude, but he didn't want his wife to grab his wrist and pull him to the garden behind the villa without giving him a chance to speak.

"Mr. Chen wants to know about our ancestors." Not wanting to listen to her husband's nonsense, Mrs. Jiang got straight to the point.

"What?" Jiang Shengxing's calm face showed astonishment, "He just asked what that person is doing?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Jiang clasped her hands and said worriedly, "I'm worried that something happened."

The existence of Jiang Yu was an open secret within the Jiang family, and it was true that outsiders could not tell it casually, but Chen Ling was different, he was the one who relocated the grave of his ancestor without any problems.

Jiang Shengxing and his wife went back to the living room, and took Chen Ling to the study alone.

The study room is located on the easternmost side of the second floor, overlooking a pool of clear lake water, and the sunlight pours over half of the room, making the whole space bright and clean.

After entering the door, Jiang Shengxing asked Chen Ling to sit down first, stood by the desk and asked, "What does Mr. Chen want to know?"

"Mr. Jiang Yu's life." Chen Ling said, "There is also a relationship."

Jiang Shengxing's lips were drawn into a line, and three lines were wrinkled on his forehead, looking very tangled.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and took down a wooden box from the bookshelf, and took out a simple book.

The word "Genealogy" is written on the book. It is half new and not old. It should be a later transcription. The side is bound with the most traditional thread, and the cover is a piece of dark blue wrapped in satin.

Chen Ling took it, and gently opened the first page. The first person's surname was Jiang, but not Jiang Yu.

He looked up at Jiang Shengxing, and at the other party's signal, he continued to turn backwards.

There is still no Jiang Yu's name on the second page, the third page, the fourth page, the fifth page... none of them.

Jiang Yu, an existence respected and feared by the Jiang family, and an evil being enshrined by the Jiang family's ancestors, was not recorded in the family tree at all.

Chen Ling closed the family tree and put it on the table: "Mr. Jiang, you want to tell me that Jiang Yu has nothing to do with the Jiang family in terms of blood relationship."

"It can be said that none of us know his origin or relationship with the ancestors of the Jiang family." Jiang Shengxing put the genealogy in the box, put it back on the top of the bookshelf, went back to the desk and sat down, and continued, "But The Jiang family must worship him for generations, and there must be no disobedience to the orders of the ancestors."

Chen Ling: "In exchange, he will keep Jiang's family prosperous for generations. Is that so?"

It can be found from the historical data alone that the strength of the Jiang family has never been cut off. Even in the most turbulent era, the Jiang family can still maintain its foundation and find a way out.

In life, feng shui takes turns, and good luck cannot be accompanied forever, but the Jiang family has achieved this.

Jiang Shengxing nodded and said, "Yes, but whether to continue to protect the Jiang family depends entirely on the ancestor's own wishes."

"Then have any of you seen him?"

Chen Ling didn't want to scare anyone, he was just curious, but Jiang Shengxing turned pale with fright, and quickly waved his hands: "No, absolutely not, we don't have that blessing."

Chen Lingxin said, I don't want this blessing either.

"Mr. Chen, is there anything else you want to ask?"

Really, Chen Ling's eyelids were half down, and his voice was as low as asking some ulterior secret: "Can you tell me, what is the life expectancy of old Mr. Jiang Yu?"

"Well..." Jiang Shengxing seemed to be encountering a difficult math problem, and his mouth touched up and down, silently calculating.

After a while, the result was calculated: "The Jiang family has gone through at least a hundred generations. If you have to calculate, the ancestors must be at least a thousand years old."

Chen Ling: "..." This is just a rough estimate.

These days, decades of ghosts are treasures.

Vintages like Jiangyu's are definitely treasures in the cellar.

Seeing the young man's gloomy face, Jiang Shengxing was puzzled and said hesitantly, "Mr. Chen, did you come to inquire about the past of our ancestor today because something happened after the grave was moved?"

What can Chen Ling say, you can't say that your ancestor went to bed with me in the middle of the night and went to the bathroom to peek at me.

He rubbed between his brows in distress, shook his head and said, "It's nothing serious, just curious."

Jiang Shengxing has been in the mall for so many years, how can he not see that this is a lie, but the other party doesn't want to say it for some reason.

If the young man didn't say anything, he didn't ask any more. He just said, "If you need help, please ask. The whole Jiang family will do their best."

"Then thank you Mr. Jiang first." Chen Ling smiled sincerely, and the list with Jiang's family was too good-for-nothing. Not to mention the generous salary, there was actually a follow-up big blessing bag.

It's almost the end of the topic, Jiang Shengxing looked at the time, and it was almost time for dinner, "Mr. Chen, stay and have a light meal together at noon. It's rare that my wife cooks herself today. You just happen to try her cooking."

Mrs. Jiang hadn't been in the sun for more than ten years. Today's meal was entirely to express the Jiang family's gratitude to Chen Ling, and to let Chen Ling know that the Jiang family intended to develop a long-term friendly relationship with him.

Chen Ling didn't refuse, and left the study with Mr. Jiang. When he passed the corridor, he saw the faded and yellowed wedding photos on the wall, and immediately remembered that he still had one most important question that he hadn't asked.

"Mr. Jiang." Chen Ling was used to being straightforward, and for some reason today, he couldn't ask the question.

Seeing him hesitate to speak, Jiang Shengxing showed full patience: "Speak up if you have something to say, we are not outsiders."

"That's right," Chen Ling took a deep breath, "Is the ancestor single, did he have a wife before?"

Jiang Shengxing: "..."

This question is really ingenious and tricky.

Jiang Shengxing carefully recalled: "As far as I know, there is no such thing, otherwise it will be noted in the genealogy."

Unwilling to give up, Chen Ling asked again: "Is it possible that I missed it when transcribing the genealogy?"

"Impossible." Jiang Shengxing said firmly, "Three people are required to be present at the same time when transcribing the genealogy. After transcribing, there must be multiple checks. It is absolutely impossible to make mistakes or omissions."

Chen Ling's heart was ashamed, and his last hope was shattered.

He clenched his fists unconsciously, and squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Did the old ancestor tell you in a dream that he wanted to get out of the order?"

Jiang Shengxing: "...No."

Looking suspiciously at the young man who was trying to restrain his emotions, he had a terrible guess in his heart, "Mr. Chen, could it be that you..."

"I don't have any, I don't know anything!" Chen Ling wrote 300 taels of no silver here all over his body.

Jiang Shengxing didn't realize that there was a problem, and he was relieved. After all, this kind of drama that spans life and death is too detached from reality, and he really bumped into it for no reason.

In order to reassure Chen Ling, he nodded vigorously to express that he believed in him and would never think too much about it.

Although Mrs. Jiang seldom cooks, she is very skilled. The stir-fried vegetables are refreshing and crisp, the chicken soup is full of fragrance, and the stewed trotters melt in the mouth. From the presentation to the taste, she seriously interprets what it means to be a master chef .

Chen Ling was in a heavy heart, the delicious meal at noon didn't taste good anymore, and after the meal, he drank tea with Jiang's family for a while and got up to leave.

Jiang Shengxing saw him off in person, and when he was about to reach the fork in the city, the young man beside him suddenly said, "Mr. Jiang, I have something to go to the old town, just leave me at the entrance of the subway station in front."

"I'll take it to you."

"Need not."

Hearing a bit of resoluteness, Jiang Shengxing stopped persuading and asked the driver to stop on the side of the road ahead.

After the young man got off the car, he quickly disappeared at the entrance of the subway station with the crowd. The driver started the car slowly and looked up at the boss in the rearview mirror: "Mr. Chen is quite a nice person, he doesn't put on airs at all."

The first few masters invited by the Jiang family, no matter whether they have Taoism or not, they will put on airs of masters first.The car picks up the car and sends it off, and the boss always has to come to the door in person to remind him three times and invite him four times.

The driver thought it was miraculous and unbelievable that such a big boss could endure all of this for a lonely grave.

Jiang Shengxing silently withdrew his gaze from the window without making a sound, but judging from his expression in the rearview mirror, he agreed with this statement.

Chen Ling came out of the subway station, followed the navigation on his mobile phone, and arrived at Fanxing Sculpture Room in about ten minutes.

The carving room is a little more lively today, and the teaching room is full of young girls who are learning to paint.

In contrast, the other teaching room is much deserted. Except for the clay sculpture teacher who is concentrating on creating on the stage, there are only a few students who are observing and observing.

The master sculptor who had promised to help carve the stele before heard that Chen Ling had arrived, so he walked out from the depths of the corridor.

"Why did Mr. Chen come here today? I haven't carved the stone tablet yet."

"I'm here to tell you to make two more small steles." Chen Ling sent the size recorded on the phone and the name of the person who erected the stele to the master, and said, "It's fine to make a marble stele, and the carving should be finer."

The master sculptor nodded repeatedly, and saved the screenshot of the received information so as not to delete it by mistake.

"Mr. Chen, the stele you asked me to make last time is halfway through the stele whose owner is Jiang Yu. Now I will take you to see it."

The amount of information just received at Jiang's house was too much, and Chen Ling didn't want to read it at all now.

However, the master was too enthusiastic and didn't give him a chance to refuse. At this time, he had already turned the corridor and disappeared around the corner.