Relocation Brigade

Chen Ling scratched the skin twice with his nails. It didn't hurt or itch, and there were no small bumps due to external stimuli. It shouldn't be mosquito bites.

Could it be that I touched something that shouldn't be touched, and I'm allergic?

There was a knock on the door to the left.

When Zhao Xunchang saw his apprentice enter the bathroom and didn't come out for a long time, he was unconsciously worried, and shouted outside: "What are you doing in there? Why don't you come out!"

"Okay, okay, I'll be right out."

The apprentice's voice was blocked by the wooden door, and he sounded a little guilty, as if he was deliberately hiding something.

Zhao Xunchang frowned, and was considering whether to break in, when the closed wooden door opened with a "click".

Chen Ling walked out clutching the side of his neck, "Master, I'm fine."

Zhao Xunchang blew his beard and stared, "It's okay, you just stay in there and do foreign work!"

Moving his palm away, Chen Ling tilted his head to reveal the marks on his neck: "I'm allergic, I took some medicine."

He didn't know that at first it was just a trace of pale pink, but now it has turned darker into vermilion, with a slight tendency to turn purple around the edge.

Zhao Xunchang heaved a sigh of relief, but his eyes were still sharp. He looked at the young man in front of him carefully from head to toe, and finally realized the disharmony in his heart since his apprentice entered the door.

"Where's the Sanqing bell for you, why didn't you hear it?" Zhao Xunchang spoke harshly, as if he was trying to teach someone a lesson.

"Here it is!" Chen Ling took out the Sanqingling from his trouser pocket, took out the toilet paper stuffed at the bottom, and flattered him, "Look, I didn't lose it."

Zhao Xunchang took the copper bell and shook it by his ear. The sound of the bell was as crisp as jade hitting each other.

After confirming that the little apprentice was not haunted by ghosts, he handed back the Sanqing bell and warned sharply: "Do not use toilet paper to stuff the copper bell under any circumstances." Seeing the apprentice let out a weak "Oh", he naturally moved away. Talk about the workers.

"I gave the cemetery planning blueprint you drew to the contractor, and let him study it by himself first." After Zhao Xunchang finished speaking, he took out a thick and well-folded triangular talisman paper from his pocket, "In case something happens, I won't be there. , you just throw this out, not to mention saving your life, at least you can win a little time to escape."

Chen Ling took it obediently and put it in his shirt pocket, "Thank you, Master."

Zhao Xun raised his chin: "You are welcome, we are all family."

Chen Ling went back to his room and changed his shirt and trousers, hung Sanqingling back on his waist, put on the triangle yellow talisman newly given by his master, put a sun hat on his head, and ran up the mountain.

Over the years, in order not to be seduced by ghosts, he developed a good endurance. With this endurance, he easily climbed to the top of the mountain.

Yuhe Mountain is full of decadent withered yellow, as if it has been severely damaged by the cold winter and the twelfth lunar month, taking away all vitality.

The contractor and the workers were sitting under a huge sun umbrella. When he heard footsteps, he looked up and saw a familiar young man.

The young man has a good appearance, with a neat short haircut, wearing a white T-shirt, khaki trousers, and light-colored knitted sneakers on his feet. His brows are full of vigor.

The contractor tidied his clothes and stood up from the stone. When the young man approached, he stretched out his hand: "I don't know if Mr. Chen still remembers me. I am Yang Jianmin, who signed a contract with you before, and I am also the contractor leading the cemetery project. "

Chen Ling shook hands with the middle-aged man friendly, "Mr. Yang, hello."

The two let go at the same time, sat under the umbrella, and talked about this project.

Yuhe Mountain is not small, the front mountain and the back mountain add up to more than 200 mu, but only the 40 mu of land where the front mountain is facing the backwater lake below can be used as a private cemetery, and this includes the greening in the cemetery area.

Chen Ling discussed with the contractor for nearly two hours about the brief construction plan and the design drawings that Zhao Xunchang helped to draw. Before leaving, he thought of the Jiang family. .Then strode up obliquely and climbed near the top of the mountain.

As soon as he decided to transform Yuhe Mountain into a cemetery, Zhao Xunchang took him to measure the whole mountain inch by inch with his feet. Chen Ling knew exactly which position and direction was suitable for burial.In order to avoid mistakes, he also secretly marked the master behind his back.

About 40 meters from the top of the mountain, Chen Ling stopped, removed the marking stones, and stuck a dry wooden stick into the soil.

Chen Ling: "Mr. Yang, before the sun goes down today, please be sure to dig a grave at this location."

Generally speaking, the single tomb for storing urns should not exceed 1 square meter. Such a small area is really wronged to the ancestors of the benefactor.

Chen Ling felt that he had taken double the money, so he should give the other party an ideal and comfortable sleeping environment, no matter what, it should be a mansion with a mountain view, "According to the size of the buried body."

The contractor took notes to write down the requirements of the small boss, and finally confirmed: "That is, the length is 4 meters, the width is 2 meters, and the net height is 1.4 meters?"

Such a comfortable living condition cannot be bought in other cemeteries with money!

Chen Ling nodded, and said: "Be fast, you have to use it before noon tomorrow."

It was not until noon when the grave was moved, because the sun at noon was too strong and would burn the bones.

Foreman Yang was not the first to take on this kind of project. He knew a little bit of common sense, and immediately promised that he would complete the task perfectly, but he was a little puzzled.

Thinking of some previous hearings, the contractor grabbed the young man who wanted to leave, and asked: "Mr. Chen, who is this acupuncture point for? Why are you so anxious? It can't be Jiang's family in Chengnan?"

Chen Ling turned his head to look over, and asked defensively, "How do you know?"

The contractor's eyes widened: "Really?"

Seeing the young man staring at him inquisitively, the contractor explained: "I didn't investigate your business in private. I heard that the ancestral tomb of the Jiang family was a monster. He was not buried with other deceased ancestors, but stayed alone in the In the woods in the suburbs."

Chen Ling became interested: "What else do you know?"

"Hey, I'm a low-level person, how can I know the secrets of a wealthy family." The contractor scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "When I was working in the xx cemetery, I happened to bump into someone from the Jiang family looking at the tomb. A few more gossips."

Chen Ling glanced at him sideways, and his tone became mature: "Since you know it's the Jiang family, you have to be more careful when you work, and don't be fooled."

"Understood, I understand." The contractor repeatedly assured.

The Jiang family's roots in Beishi are very deep, dating back as far as hundreds of years ago, and it has continued to prosper to this day, with involvement in both political and business circles.In such a family, no one dares to provoke them unless they think they have a long life and want to court death.

The contractor looked at the back of the little boss going away, shook his head and laughed, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, this young man surnamed Chen could climb the big tree of the Jiang family.

Chen Ling returned to the small courtyard and plunged into the temporarily vacated simple study room to catch up on professional knowledge.

Zhao Xunchang was grooming the love bird. He took time to look at the small half-open window of the study and walked over.

Qu Zhi tapped on the glass a few times, Zhao Xunchang said: "This time it's all up to you, I won't intervene, just to check how you have learned in the past two months."

Chen Ling had a bitter face: "It's only two months since I was allowed to be a teacher, I don't know what to do."

"If you only read books without applying them, you will never learn."

As the evening approached, the sun that had faded from the harshness was suddenly blocked by clouds, and the wind with moisture and heat blew up, causing the green tiles on the roof to vibrate and clang.

The purple-blue parrot screamed: "It's raining, it's going to rain!"

Chen Ling dropped his book and ran to the yard to collect his clothes. As soon as he hugged him, the big raindrops fell, and it hurt a little when it hit him.

The rain was heavy, the clouds were thick, the wind was howling, and the whole sky was unnaturally dark.

Chen Ling was worried about something wrong with Jiang's ancestor's grave, so he put down his clothes and called Mrs. Jiang.

The phone line is always busy, no matter how many calls, the result is no connection.

Chen Ling had a bad premonition in his heart, his scalp was numb, and his whole body was cold... This kind of feeling can only be felt when he bumps into a ghost!

Subconsciously, he put his hand into his trouser pocket, and firmly grasped the Sanqingling inside.

The bell did not ring, indicating that there is no evil around.

Chen Ling rubbed the center of his brows, wondering if he was too nervous because he was going to be the leader tomorrow.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, took out a thick criminal law from under the pillow, and read it aloud word by word.

This is a habit he has developed since he saw a ghost for the first time. When he is afraid, he recites his core values ​​and recites the book of criminal law, so that he can transfer the righteousness of socialism to himself, and he is not afraid of anything.

Zhao Xunchang lived next door. Hearing the emotional, cadenced reading, he twitched the corners of his mouth a few times, grabbed a feather duster and tapped the wall between the two rooms.

Knowing that he had caused noise pollution, Chen Ling pursed his lips aggrievedly, and changed the reading aloud to silent reading.

The sky outside was getting darker and darker. Under the cover of the wind and rain, the lights of the houses not far away were faintly extinguished, and the dogs kept barking. The barking sounds were very clear in the dark evening, and became more and more intensive.

Chen Ling suddenly remembered that cats and dogs can see things that ordinary people cannot see...

Quickly stopping his random thoughts, he cleared his throat solemnly, clenched the book in his hand, and was about to open his mouth to continue reading when his body stiffened suddenly, his neck seemed to be pinched by invisible hands, and he couldn't utter a word.

There is a person standing in the corner of the wall that can be glimpsed out of the corner of the eye.