Relocation Brigade

For the next two days, apart from eating, Chen Ling spent the rest of the time eating calligraphy and painting symbols in his room, trying not to get along with his ancestor alone, lest he be caught off guard and say something surprising.

Taking advantage of Master's inattention, he released the curse whip from the telescopic stick, and sneaked twice.

Ever since he saw the power of the curse whip to whip ghosts last time, Chen Ling has been in awe of this thing, and at the same time eager to try it, always wanting to try it again.

Knowing that his ability is not enough to fully control the curse whip, he asked Wu Weiwei to help find a willow whip from elsewhere to practice.

He took the fake curse whip, went to Yu and Houshan, and lashed hard towards the ground, repeating it over and over again, he just whipped away a few pinches of dry weeds.

Wu Weiwei was serious, clapping his hands and applauding: "Brother Chen is awesome!"

With a movement of Chen Ling's wrist, he took the willow whip back, and he carefully rolled it up and wrapped it around his forearm.Seeing that it was still early, he hooked Wu Weiwei's shoulders, climbed over the top of the mountain, and arrived at the construction site.

Foreman Yang is serious and responsible, and he will not dictate the boss's plan like some foremen. He strictly follows the drawings and plans provided by Chen Ling, and now he has dug half of the first step.

Looking at the curved shape that was dug out near the foot of the mountain, Chen Ling asked, "About a few days before the first step can be dug?"

"It will take at least three more days, and the soil must be pressed into porcelain after the work is done." The contractor habitually wants to smoke for others, but remembering that the little boss doesn't smoke, he turns his hand and wants to pass it to Wu Weiwei.

Wu Weiwei waved his hand and said, "I don't smoke either."

The contractor smiled and said, "I remember Mr. Zhao doesn't smoke either."

"My master has no choice but to drink." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he pointed to the northeast and northwest corners near the lake: "Reserve those two places, I have to erect a stone statue there."

"Okay, I'll get someone to circle the two lands later, so as not to forget them in time."

"Well, please worry about it."

"Hey, how can it be? Isn't this my job?" The contractor said with a smile on his face when he thought of something, "Mr. When we play cards, we often hear crickets chirping, and it’s no longer like before, when night falls, it’s dead silent.”

Recalling what happened when he first came, he said embarrassedly: "To tell you the truth, when I first brought the workers here, I was really scared. There is no mountain like Yuheshan..."

There is no life, except for the villagers at the foot of the mountain, there are no other living things.

If he hadn't investigated it before, and after receiving Chen Ling's cooperation intention, he had asked people to inquire about it, and he would have thought that this place used to be a mass grave.

Chen Ling still used the same rhetoric: "Before the soil quality was not good, plants could not grow new shoots, and animals and insects naturally did not want to come."

"That's the reason." The contractor nodded, and when he heard a worker calling him, he signaled to Chen Ling and left.

Chen Ling took Wu Weiwei to the edge of the black water. The area of ​​the lake was not small, and there were disgusting film-like things floating on the surface. Looking from top to bottom, the soil below the shallow water was also pitch black.

Everything has spiritual energy, but Yu and Shan only have the energy of death.

But it was such a place that miraculously alleviated his ghost-fighting physique.

The image of Zhao Xunchang abruptly changing the topic before appeared in his mind, Chen Ling was fascinated by his reflection in the black water, Master had something to hide from him, it was a very important matter.

"Brother Chen." Wu Weiwei's elbow suddenly bumped over.

Chen Ling came back to his senses: "What's wrong?"

"Your cell phone is ringing." Wu Weiwei said, "I called you several times and there is no response. What are you thinking so focused on?"

"What do you want to eat later?" Chen Ling went over vaguely, lowered his head and took out his cell phone, it was Ding Junyuan's call.

"Mr. Chen, I'm at the foot of Yuhe Mountain. Right in front of me is a fork in the road. Which way should I go?" After Ding Junyuan finished speaking, he was very embarrassed. The last time he came here, he was in a heavy and complicated mood. He only listened to Chen Ling's directions, and there was nothing special Make a note of the route.

"Take the road on the left." Chen Ling pulled Wu Weiwei along the edge of the black lake, ready to pick up people, "Mr. Ding, why are you here?"

"I'll send you the previous labor fee, and I'll help bring the monument over by the way."

"..." Chen Ling stood there holding the phone, and the ancestor's tombstone was ready.

Ding Junyuan drove the car, bypassed several houses with red bricks and blue tiles, and drove for about one kilometer before arriving at Chenling's small courtyard.

The courtyard door was open, and as soon as we got out of the car, we could see an old man circling a large purple-blue parrot cautiously, expectantly and lovingly.

Carrying big and small bags, he knocked on the wooden door with difficulty: "Excuse me, is Mr. Chen at home?"

Zhao Xunchang put down the nuts in his hand, looked back, and raised his gray eyebrows: "It's you. Chen Ling went up the mountain to inspect the construction site, and he probably won't be back until later, come and sit first."

"Then excuse me." Ding Junyuan walked into the small courtyard and found that it was slightly different from what he saw when he came here before.

When that day came, the house felt to him bleak and deserted, standing alone from the other houses.Today is quiet and leisurely, with the sun shining on the tiles, it is quiet and beautiful.

Zhao Xunchang sized him up a few times, frowned and said, "Why are you still so cloudy? You didn't bask in the sun."

Ding Junyuan's face was embarrassing, the sun in July and August would not pay for his life, knowing that he was weak, he only dared to stand downstairs in the morning when the sun was rising and bask in the sun to get rid of the gloom.

How could Zhao Xunchang fail to see what he was thinking, and snorted, "If you don't want to bask in the sun, you can also buy some wormwood. Boil the water and soak it in the bath water, the effect will not be much worse."

Ding Junyuan nodded quickly, "Remember it, thank you Mr. Zhao for reminding me." Putting down the gift in his hand, he sat down on the stone bench with his legs together very cautiously under Zhao Xunchang's sight.

From his point of view, he was unbiased, and he could just see Jiang Yu's room. There was no window on the wall facing the courtyard door, and the door was half-closed. It was dark and there was no light inside, as if a dangerous dark beast was hiding.

Ding Junyuan's heartbeat surged, and his hands and feet began to sweat inexplicably. He wanted to look away, but he couldn't control his eyes.

"Don't look blindly." Zhao Xunchang noticed his strangeness, stepped over and stood in front of him.

Ding Junyuan shivered, and a chill came down his back: "Old Mr. Zhao, what happened just now, there seems to be..."

"There's nothing in that room." Zhao Xunchang pressed his shoulders and turned him around, "That's our financial manager's room. You know, those who often deal with genitals always have a little different body. Ordinary stuff."

Ding Junyuan didn't dare to look blindly anymore, he glued his eyes to the stone table, and sat stiffly like a statue.

About ten minutes later, Chen Ling came back. He went to the table and drank a glass of water, then patted Ding Junyuan on the shoulder: "Mr. Ding, what's wrong, his face is so bad."

"I'm scared." Zhao Xunchang pouted his mouth towards Jiang Yu's room, "Go and close the door tightly, so that you can vent your hostility when you're not around."

Jiang Yu lived in that room for a long time, and the breath on his body lingered in it. It was okay at first, but even Wu Weiwei didn't dare to pass that door in the past two days.

On the contrary, Chen Ling was not affected.

After locking the door, he asked Zhao Xunchang: "Has he gone out?"

Zhao Xunchang hummed: "Not long after you went up the mountain, the Jiang family sent someone to pick you up. It seems to be an investment for Yuhe Mountain."

Since it is a matter of work, absenteeism is the right thing to do. Chen Ling nodded and looked at Ding Junyuan: "I originally said that I went to find Master Sun to pick it up these two days."

"The carving room is closed for the past two days. Master Sun has nothing to do at home, so he made the stele." Ding Junyuan has calmed down, and his face is rosy. "The other two children's stele is about to be finished, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow , I'll send it to you."

"I'll just pick it up myself. It's a long way from the city to here, so I won't bother you."

"How can this be considered troublesome?" Ding Junyuan said, "You helped me solve the problem in the carving room, and even saved me, so what's the point of sending a stone tablet? It's settled like this, in the future, I will do all the things that Master Sun makes. Bring it over for you."

Afraid that Chen Ling would refuse, he quickly lowered his head and took out a thick, heavy envelope from his handbag: "This is the labor fee, and I will pay the other money in three installments."

"No rush." ​​Chen Ling handed the money to Wu Weiwei, "Give the money to Master, and then ask him to transfer it to you from the account, and then you transfer it to Li Hongyu."

Wu Weiwei was very excited as he held the heavy envelope in both hands.

After so many years of hanging out, this is the first time he has seen so much money.

Hearing Chen Ling's words, Ding Junyuan sweated on his forehead, afraid that the other party would think he was stingy, "After all, Mr. Li is here to help me. Of course, I should pay the money. Mr. Chen, I was negligent about this matter. I will pay him right away." change."

What's more, he still remembered that when he woke up, blood was still hanging from the corner of Li Hongyu's mouth.

"No need." Chen Ling held down the hand he was about to transfer from the phone, "At the beginning, we agreed to pay 60 yuan. I had Li Hongyu's help to collect and pay the Earth Binding Spirit. Naturally, I should share the money."

Knowing that the young man was not pretending to be courteous, Ding Junyuan stopped insisting, after all, his money is really tight recently.

Chen Ling: "Mr. Ding, take me to pick up the stele first."

The tombstone was wrapped tightly with cloth and lay quietly in the trunk of the car. At that time, in order to carry it into the car, besides Ding Junyuan himself and Master Sun, two other strong men were found to carry it together.

Now, among the three people present, none of them are physically strong.

After a period of difficult transportation, it was finally difficult to move the tombstone from the car to the ground.

Chen Ling shook his sore arm, thought for a while, and called the contractor, asking him to call two workers to help.

Seeing that there were only two workers coming down from the mountain, Ding Junyuan took the initiative and said, "Why don't I help carry it too."

"The size of the tombstone is not too big, and there are enough people." Chen Ling said, "I see you have been looking at your watch just now. If you have something to do, go to it first. If it doesn't work, Wu Weiwei and I can also help."

Ding Junyuan made an appointment with the engineer to help see if the main structure of the carving room was damaged, and the time for the appointment was approaching.

"That's fine, I'll be leaving first." The man who was talking hastily got into the driver's seat and started the car.

The two workers were physically strong, strong, and fast on their feet. With the help of Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei from time to time, they moved the stele to the grave with great effort.

The tombstone is exactly as Master Sun said, the top of the tombstone is auspicious cloud patterns with smooth lines, while the rest of the tombstone is finely polished to a matte finish, and the sun shines on it, showing a soft light.

Nine inches from the head of the grave, in front of the head of the coffin, there is a stele pedestal sunken in the soil that was laid on the day the tomb was moved.There is a sunken groove in the base of the stele. After the stele is finished, cement can be added to put the stele in.

Chen Ling went to the contractor to borrow cement, sand, shovel and bucket filled with water, and prepared to mix it himself and apply it.

Mixing cement sounds easy, but it is actually very technical in operation, and the proportion must be strictly followed. No matter how much or how little of the two things are, they will affect the cohesive force of the cement.

Brother Chen carefully divided the cement and sand beside him, while Wu Weiwei squatted on the ground and looked at the words on the tombstone, becoming more and more frightened.

Afraid of frightening the workers, he dragged them away: "Brother Chen, why is the owner of this stele and the person who erected it... why are you and Brother Jiang's names."

Putting this kind of thing on anyone is a horror movie.

At this very moment, Wu Weiwei was extremely aware that he was standing in the climax of a horror movie.

"Thinking too much." Chen Ling didn't even blush when he lied, "It's just the same name and surname."

You liar!

Wu Weiwei: "Then why did you erect the monument yourself?"

Today's temperature is particularly high, Chen Ling was so hot that he was about to collapse, he took off his white gloves and wiped off the sweat from his forehead with his elbow, "Then let me tell you the truth, this is a secret technique that is not passed on."

"What secret technique?!" Wu Weiwei's thirst for knowledge was very strong, and he suddenly felt that a horror movie had become an exploration documentary.

"A venerable master fortune teller said that Brother Jiang doesn't have a long lifespan, and you need to find someone who matches his horoscope to set up a tomb for him, so as to pass Yinshou to Yangshou and confuse the Department of Life and Death." Chen Ling edited He was so eloquent that he almost believed it himself.

After hearing this, Wu Weiwei shook his head and nodded again: "This method is indeed wonderful, but will it really not be discovered?"

"No." Chen Ling continued to make up, "Your Brother Jiang has an unusual fate, like a ghost but not a ghost, like a human but not a human, no one can find out."

Wu Weiwei: "I've heard of this kind of fate. It must be born in a cloudy year and a cloudy moon, and the birth direction must be in the evil side, otherwise the yin energy in the body cannot be suppressed."

Chen Ling: "Yes, that's it."

Wu Weiwei: "It's no wonder Brother Jiang sometimes obviously doesn't lose his temper, but just sits quietly with a vicious aura. It turns out that's the case."

Chen Ling didn't feel guilty about fooling people, and continued to nod: "Mmmmmm."

Wu Weiwei rubbed his chin, stared at Brother Chen strangely, showing a sudden realization expression.

Chen Ling felt that he was not pretending to be good: "What did you think of?"

"Thinking of your relationship with Brother Jiang." Wu Weiwei chuckled, "Before I thought the relationship between the two of you was unusual, a little alienated, but there was also a sense of familiar intimacy, especially Brother Jiang's relationship with you...it turns out that it's because your zodiac signs match. .”

Chen Ling's eyelids twitched violently, giving birth to a bad premonition.

Wu Weiwei: "According to what you just said, such an important matter, if it's just a triad of eight characters, it shouldn't work. You and Brother Jiang will have to do it anyway."

Chen Ling was speechless. According to what he said just now, he and Jiang Yu should indeed be in harmony.

You can guess what Wu Weiwei will say next without thinking.

"Brother Chen, it would be better if the horoscope of Liuhe is placed on both husband and wife." Wu Weiwei was distressed, puzzled, and regretful, why it fell on two men.

"Oh." Chen Ling didn't want to talk anymore, put on his gloves and went back to the stele to continue mixing cement.

Wu Weiwei followed and squatted on the ground to watch his operation: "You are so kind to Brother Jiang, and you even started it yourself."

"Who told me to be the person who erected the stele." Chen Ling picked up some cement with a trowel, and turned to ask the workers standing aside to rest, "Brother, do you think this will work?"

"Okay, just right." The worker said, smoking a cigarette.

Chen Ling heaved a sigh of relief, shook his sore hands, shoveled up the cement and poured it into the stele seat, when the groove inside was almost half filled, he asked the workers to help embed the stele in, and then used the shovel to remove the cement that overflowed from the gap. Shovel off.

Fearing that his ancestors would be too demanding, he found a clean wet handkerchief from the contractor, and carefully wiped off the grout that hadn't dried up.

Looking at the black-carved stele made of white marble, Chen Ling was extremely satisfied, and quickly sent an extra red envelope to Master Sun to express his gratitude.

In the Jiang family, in Jiang Shengxing's study, the man who had closed his eyes suddenly opened them.

Startled by the other party's eyes, Jiang Shengxing hurriedly shut up, and asked tremblingly, "Sir, what did I just say wrong?"

"No." Jiang Yu propped his chin with one hand, and put his index finger on his lips. The raised corners of his lips did not seem to be angry at all.

After careful observation, Jiang Shengxing said with a little peace of mind: "The juniors of Jiang's family don't know that you are in Yangshi, only a few older ones know, and they are all looking forward to finding a chance to visit you. If you are interested, I will arrange it; If not, I will send them away."

"No see." Sensing what happened to Yu Heshan, Jiang Yu was in a good mood.

Picking up the teacup, he took a sip of the tea, and warned, "The 72nd Division has its own discretion to judge the good and bad things that the descendants of the Jiang family have done over the years. You only need to take care of yourself, and don't worry about the rest, and don't meddle in other people's business."

"Yes, yes, what you said is reasonable." Jiang Shengxing invited his ancestors to come to his door today. Besides investing in Yuhe Cemetery, he was also entrusted by others.

A senior old man in the Jiang family clan, his son died of illness in his early years, leaving only a little grandson under his knees, who usually hurts like an eyeball.

This junior drove over and killed someone some time ago. In order not to take responsibility, he secretly approached the other party's family members to ask for forgiveness.

The family members disagreed, so they threatened someone in private.

Ordinary people with no power and power, and facing a new funeral, fearing that their elderly parents would be really angry, they had no choice but to sign a letter of understanding.

Afterwards, I don't know what method was used, but the junior finally got a suspended sentence.

I thought I could sit back and relax, but one day, the man suddenly found his grandfather and said that there was a ghost in the house, and it was useless to invite someone to exorcise the evil spirits.

Knowing that Chen Ling has some skills, and Jiang Yu is currently staying in Yuhe Mountain with the other party, the old man wants to ask Jiang Shengxing to intercede, hoping that the old ancestor can come out of the mountain to help.

Jiang Yu has protected the Jiang family for thousands of years, and no one has ever dared to make such a request in front of the grave.

Looking at Jiang Yu's posture, it was obvious that he didn't want to be disturbed anymore. Jiang Shengxing respectfully said: "You can stay at Yuhe Mountain at ease, and let me know if you need anything. As for the Jiang family...I assure you, no one will Dare to come and disturb me."

"Yeah." Jiang Yu put down his teacup, picked up the phone on the coffee table that Jiang Shengxing gave him, and found out the number he had just entered and saved.

The owner of the number is Chen Ling. In order to make it easier for the ancestors to find it, Jiang Shengxing specially helped to add an A in front of Chen Ling. No matter who he is, the number of any person must be ranked behind.

This detail was figured out by Jiang Shengxing himself.

During the short half-hour conversation, he clearly felt that as soon as the word "Mr. Chen" was mentioned, his ancestor's eyes would change.

Jiang Yu's thumb brushed over the young man's name, and he clicked on the edit interface, wanting to change his name to another one.

Realizing that the relationship between the two is not close enough now, he turned his thoughts and exited the interface, with a rare look of frustration on his face.

Chen Ling just returned the tools to the contractor, and walked down the mountain with Wu Weiwei, chatting with Li Hongyu on the way.

"Did he not reply?"

"No." Wu Weiwei said, "I'm afraid he forgot to collect the money, and he called him later, and the voice reminded the user to turn off the phone."

While talking, they were almost at the courtyard gate, when a white car passed by the two of them.

The car was galloping all the way, and when it reached the gate of the small courtyard, it braked suddenly, and the tires rubbed against the road surface making a sharp friction sound.

A man and a woman got down from the driver's seat and the co-pilot, and one of them bypassed the trunk and raised a large cage.

As soon as one foot stepped through the courtyard gate, the purple-blue parrot, which was originally quiet and irritable, flapped its wings twice and flew away from the shelf. It stopped on the beam, with its tail raised, and its head lowered, peeking at the two strangers.

Zhao Xunchang took pity on the bird feathers and packed them into a small wooden box.

After closing the lid and putting the box in his pocket, he turned and looked at the door: "Are you two from the Forestry Bureau?"

"Hello, Mr. Zhao, we are the staff of the bird breeding base sent by the Forestry Bureau." The girl in the red T-shirt stepped forward and took out her work card from her bag.

Zhao Xunchang was worried after reading it, and turned his eyes to the person next to her.

Seeing the old man's sharp gaze, the young man's heart tightened, and he quickly took out his work card and handed it over.

After confirming the identities of the two, Zhao Xunchang personally called Director Lin of the Forestry Bureau. After confirming the identities of the two, he reluctantly said: "It is slow to heat up. After you take it back, if it refuses to get close to people, don't worry. , take your time. It likes to eat oranges, apples, mangoes, cabbage, and chestnuts..."

The staff listened patiently, fearing that they might not be able to remember, and one of them even recorded part of it with his mobile phone.

No matter how much time is delayed, the little guy must be sent away in the end.

Just when Chen Ling arrived, Zhao Xunchang pointed to the beam and said, "Go and coax him down."

The relationship between Chen Ling and the parrot is a bit strange. Well, he is always laughed at by the parrot, but if it's not good, the little guy who always recognizes the master and the baby is willing to let him touch his head.

"Xiaolan, come down." He looked up at the beautiful purple-blue ball, thought for a while, and asked the master to hand over a plump chestnut, "I will eat your favorite food if you don't come down. "

"Don't get down, don't get down, don't eat, don't eat." The parrot turned around and pointed its butt towards the young man diagonally below.

Chen Ling walked around to the other side, and asked Master to hand over another piece of fruit: "You don't want to eat this?"

The parrot continued to turn around.

Chen Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said in a soft tone: "Aren't you suffering, I will accompany you to the base with them, and we will come back after checking."

I don't know whether it's because I'm tired of staying on it, or if I really understand it, the purple-blue parrot turned back and stared at the young man intently, as if trying to discern the truth of what he said.

One person, one bird, you look at me and I look at you. After a stalemate for 3 minutes, the big purple-blue bird spread its wings, glided down, and landed firmly on the young man's shoulder.

The staff hurried forward, and when they opened the cage, they were stopped by Chen Ling.

Chen Ling: "I'll go with you, it doesn't like cages."

The staff looked at each other and nodded.

Zhao Xunchang sighed and kept stroking the parrot's little head. His tone was full of sadness and reluctance: "Go, if you don't like it, let your brother take you back. Grandpa is waiting for you here, and you won't go anywhere."

The macaw stopped pecking, and kept pushing its head against the old man's palm, repeating: "Come back, come back, I want to come back."

This scene was so sad that the eyes of the girls in the breeding base were all red.

Chen Ling was also a little sad, and patted the parrot's folded wings obediently: "Stop being coquettish, let's go back early."