Relocation Brigade
Chapter 45
Roast chicken is not an ordinary roast chicken, it is a signature dish brought back from the restaurant.
The cook first stuffs spices into the cleaned chicken belly, and then spreads soy sauce on the outside to marinate it. When the time is up, put the whole chicken into the oil pan for frying.
Pause for nearly 1 minute, pick up the chicken, and then put it into the oil pan.
After repeating it three times, the whole chicken is browned and crispy on the outside, and the meat inside is soft and tender, and the bone is easy to fall off.
Because there were a lot of food in the package, Zhao Xunchang held back his craving, saying that he would save it for tomorrow, but he didn't want to wait until the food was finished, and the glutton was hooked out again.
He cleared his throat, pretended to wander into the kitchen, but opened the refrigerator, and there was only an empty plate with chicken skin crumbs in it!
At this time, Chen Ling walked halfway up the mountain carrying the roast chicken.
The small courtyard is not directly facing the Yuhe Mountain Cemetery, but on the back side of it. It takes twelve minutes to walk from the foot of the mountain to the Cemetery.
Wu Weiwei put his hands in his hands, and his shoulder muscles were tense. He glanced back quietly, and Jiang Yu was slowly following behind.
"Brother Chen, why are Brother Jiang here?" He pointed to the bag in Chen Ling's hand, "And this roast chicken...... Didn't the old man say to keep it for tomorrow?"
When he went out, he wholeheartedly thought that he was here to find a burial place for the remains.Now the more I think about it, the more something is wrong. Judging by Brother Chen's posture, it looks a bit like he is here to visit the grave.
Chen Ling said bluntly, "Come to offer incense to Brother Jiang."
Wu Weiwei picked out his ears, "Huh?"
Chen Ling: "According to the rules, I have to come twice a day, but I've been too busy recently, so I might as well make a big one today and provide some good things."
Wu Weiwei was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, "I thought Brother Jiang's tomb is there, so there's no need to worry about it. Why do you need to burn incense?"
"It doesn't matter anyway." Chen Ling said, "Since we want to fake that he has reached the end of his lifespan, of course we have to do a full set of dramas. What if someone wanders here one day and finds something strange?"
It was true, Wu Weiwei believed it, and nodded in agreement: "Then I will burn it with you."
Chen Ling paused, thinking that more people are more powerful, and if more people pay filial piety, maybe the ancestors will be happier.
With Brother Chen's approval, Wu Weiwei took the paper bag from him, couldn't help but look back again, and found that Jiang Yu's gaze, looking straight ahead, was actually hiding a secret, and it was clearly poked at the back of Brother Chen's head.
Wu Weiwei said strangely: "Brother Jiang came with you, don't you think it's strange?"
Even though he is still alive, but he wants to see others go to his grave, does he feel uncomfortable...
Chen Ling couldn't figure out what the old ancestor was thinking, so he shook his head, "Maybe he has a special hobby."
Wu Weiwei: "..."
Jiang Yu: "..."
The sun had already set, and the construction on Yuhe Mountain was suspended.
Foreman Yang was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, when he saw Chen Ling leading someone up, he put out the cigarette, pulled his clothes and stood up, smiling to meet him.
"Mr. Chen, come up to inspect?" The contractor joked.
Chen Ling: "Come up and have a look at the grave where the stele was erected just now."
The contractor let out a groan, looked up at the top of the mountain, and then thought of the little boss's previous instructions, and reported: "The two steles you asked me to erect have already been erected. When the tombstone is ready, just stand in it."
Chen Ling looked towards the graves of the two children. The graves were half smaller than the normal ones. They were quietly located on the edge of the planning area, like two grasses watching and helping each other.
The Gao family's dead babies and Xiaobao's graves are different from the ancestors' graves. They are not buried below, but protrude three inches outward.
"I see." After Chen Ling finished speaking, the contractor was suddenly puzzled.
Foreman Yang rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his eyes again, and pointed at Wu Weiwei's backpack hanging on his shoulder stupidly: "Mr. Chen, I, why do I see something moving inside!"
Chen Ling led the contractor around behind Wu Weiwei, opened the backpack a little, and let the weasel stretch out a small paw.
The small pale orange claws stretched out with nails, and there were several fleshy pads underneath.Feeling a finger touching him, the weasel hooked its little paw.
The contractor's eyes widened in surprise: "Cat? But the cat's paws should be able to retract."
"It's a weasel." Chen Ling gave the answer calmly.
"Yellow yellow yellow..." The contractor's tongue was tied, and he raised his hand to pat his mouth, and now he could speak neatly, "Weasel? Mr. Chen, where did you get it? I heard they They love to steal chickens, but they don’t eat them after stealing them, they just kill their prey and suck the blood.”
Chen Ling reassured: "Don't worry, it is usually well-fed and will not steal chickens."
On Yuhe Mountain, since the master chef arrived, in order to allow the workers to keep up with their physical strength, they specially bought a group of cheap half-sized chickens and kept them near the work shed.
The contractor was worried, and repeated in disbelief: "You really don't steal chickens?"
"Brother Yang, when did I ever lie to you?" It would be hard for the other party to believe without any substantial guarantee, so Chen Ling said, "It steals one, and I will accompany you ten old hens that lay eggs, how about it. "
Foreman Yang wrote the letter, "Okay."
"Let me tell you, if one day it gets naughty and runs up the mountain, you and your workers and friends don't be afraid and don't hit it. It just goes out for a walk and goes home when it gets tired from playing."
Is this talking about weasels, or is it educating children? The contractor was full of doubts, but he wisely didn't ask any further questions. He just said that Chen Ling could rest assured that he would explain the matter.
"That's it for now. I'll go and see those two kids."
After saying goodbye to the contractor, Chen Ling took Wu Weiwei and continued on, stopping at an inconspicuous corner.
Stepping forward to dust off the dust on the tomb cover, he separated two chicken legs from the roast chicken for his ancestors, and put one on one side in front of the two small graves.
Then he said to Wu Weiwei: "Let's go, go up."
The more you go up, the greener the road under your feet, the dead grass can no longer cover the new life below, and the tender green grass sprouts grow crazily as if they have absorbed a high content of nutrients.
"Our Yuheshan is really the same every day." Wu Weiwei sighed.
Chen Ling felt a little proud, and walked a few steps forward, and saw the conspicuous white marble stele, and the Asakusa near the stele, which was more lush than other places.
Wu Weiwei held back for a few moments before bursting out laughing, "Brother Jiang, your head is green."
Chen Ling: "..."
Jiang Yu's expression remained unchanged, only his eyes were cold and dark.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up around.
Wu Weiwei held down his wind-blown hair, and the part on his neck felt cool.He mustered up the courage to look at Jiang Yu, shut his mouth and didn't dare to say any more.
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth turned up uncontrollably, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and he patted the man's shoulder to comfort him pretending to be serious: "There are many graves like this in foreign countries, and a piece of green grass on top of the head means vigorous Your life and the upcoming new life, don't think about it wrong."
"I don't." Jiang Yu's voice was cold, but his eyes were serious, and he scratched the young man's face, "I think you guys are thinking wrong."
"I didn't, absolutely not." Chen Ling raised his hand and swore.
Wu Weiwei kept his mouth shut, and also raised his hand to assure.
Jiang Yu snorted coldly, the cold expression on his face remained undiminished.
Chen Ling had a headache. This incident caused a lot of trouble. He originally wanted to come up to thank his ancestors, but he offended him in the end.
He gave Wu Weiwei a hard look, and bared his teeth at him.
Wu Weiwei knew he was wrong, so he just made a joke. He didn't know that Brother Jiang would take it seriously. He walked up to Jiang Yu and apologized under invisible coercion, "Brother Jiang, I didn't know the door with my mouth, so don't take it seriously. go."
"No." Jiang Yu's mood and tone were very light, and he couldn't hear anything unusual.
Wu Weiwei became more and more anxious, trying to save him, "Then why don't I go down the mountain to get some more paper money and come up now, and burn it for you with Brother Chen?"
"I only want him." Jiang Yu rubbed the center of his brows, "I don't like similar jokes, just this one time, don't make another example."
"Yes yes yes, I promise there will be no next time." Wu Weiwei said hastily, feeling weird in his heart.
What do you mean I only want him?
Could it be that if the horoscope can't be used in Liuhe, can't you burn paper and burn incense for Brother Jiang?But isn't this a show for ghosts?
Wu Weiwei felt that his brain was not enough, so he scratched the back of his head.
After squatting quietly aside for a while, the doubts in my heart did not disappear, but grew bigger and bigger.
Swallowing his saliva, he cautiously approached Jiang Yu, "Brother Jiang, do you... have a date?" Otherwise, why would you mind a joke so much.
"Why do you ask that?" Jiang Yu squinted at him, "Do I look like you?"
Wu Weiwei shook his head honestly, "It's not like that." Seeing that the other party didn't release his air-conditioning, he continued, "People who have a crush will often hold their mobile phones and chat with them. None of these things have anything to do with you."
It is rare for Jiang Yu to say a few more words to him, "Because it's not yet time."
Pausing for a while, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes passed through the sunshine and breeze, and stayed on Chen Ling's face, "However, sooner or later there will be."
Wu Weiwei observed the change in Jiang Yu's eyes, and when he combined the words just now, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Brother Jiang really has someone in his heart?
He blurted out: "Who? Do we know each other?"
Jiang Yu's personality is cold and slow, not like someone who would fall in love with someone at first sight, unless he had met that person long before Lai Yu and Shan became managers.
Jiang Yu didn't deny or refute, but narrowed his eyes, his eyes slipped from the side of the young man's face to the tombstone.
This meant that he didn't want to answer any more, and Wu Weiwei scratched his head anxiously in his heart.
If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have asked, but now it’s good, my curiosity is overwhelmed, it’s too uncomfortable!
Sensing that he was being watched by two people not far away at the same time, Chen Ling felt a little nervous for no reason, and subconsciously straightened his back.
He made up his mind, first wiped the dust on the tombstone for the ancestor, then took the roast chicken and the plate out of the bag, put them on the ground, and placed them on the center line in front of the tombstone.
Chen Ling took a breath, took out three sticks of incense and lit them.
His two thumbs are facing each other, and the other four fingers are overlapping, and he sandwiches the incense between his thumb and index finger, standing between his eyebrows.
Just as I was about to bow my head to say goodbye, I heard the man's harsh reminder, "Hang your head slightly, calm down."
Chen Ling squinted his eyes and glanced at him quietly, no wonder he wanted to follow, it turned out that he came here specially to correct his incense posture.
While slandering, the body unconsciously changed according to Jiang Yu's reminder.
He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and bowed three times to the tombstone. He didn't hear the man's critical voice, so Chen Ling stuck the incense in the soil.
The sandalwood incense was lingering, spreading out like strands of silk thread. Except for Chen Ling, Wu Weiwei did not notice that the smoke did not disappear into the air, but wrapped around the river area.
When the incense burnt to the end, Chen Ling pulled out the incense handle from the soil and held it in his hand.
While Wu Weiwei turned his head to clean up the roast chicken, he quickly asked Jiang Yu in a low voice, "Let me buy you a small incense burner. It's not good to stick it directly in the soil." Not to mention the impact on the environment, it's not enough for the ancestors of force.
Jiang Yu didn't react much, he just hummed lightly, but Chen Ling noticed a change in the corner of his lips.
He also smiled, and asked again: "What to do with that roast chicken, is it still edible? Master is still reading."
"Yes." Jiang Yu doesn't have a big appetite on weekdays. The food in Yangjian is dispensable to him, and it won't bring you a feeling of fullness. Eating it won't hurt, but it won't do any good either.
Those things that bring life energy to human beings are nothing more than a little bit of thin spiritual energy when they enter his stomach.
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, that's okay, lest the master lose his temper when he can't find the roast chicken.
He didn't know that Zhao Xunchang's temper had already flared up, and he was sitting angrily on the stone bench in the yard, guarding the gate with folded arms, waiting to catch a rabbit.
After a while, Wu Weiwei put the roast chicken in a bag and brought it over.
Chen Ling glanced at the backpack hanging on his shoulder, and said, "Let's put it out for some air."
Before Wu Weiwei could move, the little weasel had already opened the zipper with the tip of its nose and jumped out from inside.Knowing who is the leader of the group, it threw itself on Chen Ling excitedly, wanting to rub against him to express its gratitude.
The weasel moved as fast as lightning, but still couldn't escape the fate of premature death, and was blocked by a hand halfway.
Jiang Yu's hand was stuck on its body, his eyes were half closed, and he looked at it condescendingly: "Don't jump on him."
The weasel tried his best, but he couldn't hold back any sound.It has no choice, it can only open its big round eyes, trying to fight its way out by acting coquettishly, but the next second it is frightened by the breath released by the man and trembles, its tail is curled up to protect its soft belly, trembling non-stop .
Weird.
Chen Ling couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to snatch the weasel down. Fearing that the ancestor would go crazy, he didn't push the little guy into his arms, but gently put it on the ground.
Pat the weasel's butt with his hand, "Go and play, and go home later."
Ordinary weasels may not know the way, but Huang Daxian doesn't. Ever since Chen Ling made up his mind to bring it back to Yuhe Mountain, he never thought of restraining it, only freedom can thrive.
Wu Weiwei looked at the back of the fluffy fleeing away, and asked, "Brother Chen, where is the immortal's nest?"
Chen Ling: "Just in the yard."
There are many places where weasels like to build their nests, such as firewood piles, caves on the banks of river banks, cemeteries with few people, and piles of rocks and tree holes.It is a pity that there is no place on Yuhe Mountain today that can satisfy Huang Daxian's preferences.
Chen Ling: "Let's go to the next mountain to pick up some firewood and go back, and build a temporary one for it first."
Wu Weiwei: "Okay."
Wu Weiwei, like the little weasel, was a rookie, and he cherished and loved it very much. After receiving the order from his superiors, he quickly carried it out, and within half an hour he picked up a bag full of dry firewood from the next mountain and went back.
Chen Ling carried the firewood home with him, and when he saw the dark-faced Zhao Xunchang, he was so excited that he quickly put down the firewood, brought the roast chicken without two thighs to the master, and said flatteringly, "I'll take the legs." Go distribute it to those two children, Master, you won't be angry."
He is an old man over fifty years old, how can he care about children, Zhao Xunchang snorted, and went into the kitchen with the roast chicken.
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and picked up the firewood on the ground, squatted on the ground with Wu Weiwei to build a nest, and Jiang Yu sat on a stone table not far away to drink tea.
Zhao Xunchang came out after eating the roast chicken, sat across from his ancestor, poured himself a cup of tea silently, and talked about Yu Heshan's new project.
"Mr. Jiang, during the meal, I heard from Chen Ling that the Hengjiang Group and the Rare Bird Breeding Base are going to cooperate to build a breeding pilot in our Yuhe Mountain?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yu put down his teacup and said seriously, "Hengjiang Group has been participating in national public welfare projects in recent years, with remarkable results. Since February last year, they have been planning to participate in the national animal protection plan."
Hengjiang Group is a large-scale private enterprise that refuses to go public and only engages in industry. It involves a wide range of industries, ranging from aerospace to small components of electronic products in daily life.
Zhao Xunchang: "I have also heard about Hengjiang's greening public welfare project, but this time the pilot breeding project in Yuheshan is somewhat related to Xiaolan. The money can't just be paid by Jiang's family, I can also get it."
Jiang Yu's attention was all on Chen Ling, and he tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips, his eyelids drooping to cover his emotions: "No, it's just a betrothal gift."
Zhao Xunchang: "..." Is it so direct?
Zhao Xunchang was silent for a long time, thinking of himself and his little apprentice's shriveled wallets, and the huge project on Yuhe Mountain, "Does he know?"
Just as Jiang Yu was about to speak, his brows furrowed suddenly, he got up and walked straight towards Chen Ling.
Zhao Xunchang thought something had happened, so he stood up too, stretched his neck anxiously and looked towards the corner of the wall.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but if you look at it, you can't wait to be blind.
Chen Ling didn't do anything, just squatted down and leaned forward, his clothes naturally climbed up, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
Jiang Yu pulled down his clothes for him, and stood behind him like a city wall.
Chen Ling's ears were red, and he forced a hand behind his back to grab the clothes by himself.
Unaware of the situation, Wu Weiwei kept urging: "Brother Chen, hand me that stick. Yes, the one on the left..."
Zhao Xunchang wiped his face, didn't want to look any further, took his teacup and went into the room.
Less than 5 minutes after the new home was built, the little weasel came in from the wall with a few dry branches in its mouth.
The nest in front of it was beautifully decorated with clean branches. It opened its mouth slightly in surprise, and the branches fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The little weasel turned to look behind. Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei stood there bent over, looking down at it.
And the big purple-blue parrot also flew over from the shelf at some point, flying around the small nest, "Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome."
Standing in the room, Zhao Xunchang looked at the warm velvet scene outside, his heart moved, he found the cushions that his apprentice bought for him for winter, and stuffed them into the weasel's den.
The little weasel's black eyes seemed to have been washed by a clear spring, and they were shiny and translucent. It bowed to everyone, got into its beloved nest, and rolled happily in it.
Zhao Xunchang couldn't help smiling, and suddenly put his arms around the young apprentice's shoulders and said, "Our Yuheshan will get better and better."
Xiaolan hovered for a week and then fell back on the shelf, emotionally, "It's getting better, better and better!"
The small courtyard was bustling with activity, making the people outside the courtyard very curious, and couldn't help but poke their heads in.
Knowing that this was Li Guifang who lived not far away, Chen Ling greeted her, "Aunt Guifang."
After peeking at the captured bag, Li Guifang simply walked into the yard. She looked around the people present curiously, and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, I'm here to find something about your master."
Chen Ling called out to the door, Master, and Zhao Xunchang came out with his hands behind his back.
Li Guifang took the initiative to step forward, rubbing her hands together awkwardly and said, "Mr. Zhao, I know that the cemetery under construction above belongs to your family. One of my relatives is seriously ill and I'm afraid they won't live long, so I wanted to find a place to live." place, when the time comes to bury him."
Zhao Xunchang nodded, indicating that he was listening.
Li Guifang pursed her lips and continued: "We live so close, we can be regarded as neighbors. They say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors..."
Hearing her chatter, Zhao Xunchang said impatiently: "You want us to be cheaper?"
Only then did Li Guifang stop talking, her eyes fluttered and said: "I really think so, the main reason is that my relative's conditions are not good and his ability is limited, so I want to find a cheap one."
Zhao Xunchang stepped aside, pointed at Chen Ling and said, "My apprentice is the boss of Yuheshan Cemetery. You can talk to him if you have anything to do."
Chen Ling came over: "Aunt Guifang, I'm sorry, you also know that the Yuhe Cemetery hasn't been repaired yet, so I'm afraid I can't help you."
"I can help, I can help." Li Guifang lowered her tone, "Didn't you help Zhang Xiaoxia and Gao's family bury their children, I know all about it. Xiao Chen, do auntie a favor and sell a tomb of my relative. Of course, the price Well, we can't give that much."
If it is really difficult, the price can be negotiated, but Chen Ling knows that this woman is not telling the truth.
Her face was always reserved, especially when facing the master, her eyes sometimes wandered, and she dared not look directly at her.
For such people, Chen Ling has always said coldly: "Aunt Guifang, the Gao family and Sister Zhang's children are in special circumstances. You must have heard babies crying at night before..."
The young man always smiled and greeted everyone when he saw them on weekdays. Li Guifang thought he had a good temper, but he didn't expect that this man would suddenly tell ghost stories.
In fact, it’s hard to say whether it’s a real ghost story or not. Even now, thinking of the baby’s shrill cries that day, Li Guifang couldn’t stop getting goosebumps, and her heart was pounding with fear.
"If you don't want to sell it, then don't want to sell it. Who are you scaring?" She shouted at the top of her voice, turned and left.
Wu Weiwei ran to the door and retracted his head after seeing the person walking away.
After closing the door and bolting it, he asked Chen Ling, "Brother Chen, why don't you do business if you have business?"
"She deliberately hid something from us." Chen Ling said, "Since she is not sincere, I don't want to make money."
Wu Weiwei's mobile phone placed on the stone table suddenly vibrated and buzzed.
Pick it up and see that the information sharing group has news about the "Sifang Mountain Skeleton" incident.
Wu Weiwei: "Brother Chen, the boss of Sifang Greenery, really asked someone to exorcise evil spirits!"
The cook first stuffs spices into the cleaned chicken belly, and then spreads soy sauce on the outside to marinate it. When the time is up, put the whole chicken into the oil pan for frying.
Pause for nearly 1 minute, pick up the chicken, and then put it into the oil pan.
After repeating it three times, the whole chicken is browned and crispy on the outside, and the meat inside is soft and tender, and the bone is easy to fall off.
Because there were a lot of food in the package, Zhao Xunchang held back his craving, saying that he would save it for tomorrow, but he didn't want to wait until the food was finished, and the glutton was hooked out again.
He cleared his throat, pretended to wander into the kitchen, but opened the refrigerator, and there was only an empty plate with chicken skin crumbs in it!
At this time, Chen Ling walked halfway up the mountain carrying the roast chicken.
The small courtyard is not directly facing the Yuhe Mountain Cemetery, but on the back side of it. It takes twelve minutes to walk from the foot of the mountain to the Cemetery.
Wu Weiwei put his hands in his hands, and his shoulder muscles were tense. He glanced back quietly, and Jiang Yu was slowly following behind.
"Brother Chen, why are Brother Jiang here?" He pointed to the bag in Chen Ling's hand, "And this roast chicken...... Didn't the old man say to keep it for tomorrow?"
When he went out, he wholeheartedly thought that he was here to find a burial place for the remains.Now the more I think about it, the more something is wrong. Judging by Brother Chen's posture, it looks a bit like he is here to visit the grave.
Chen Ling said bluntly, "Come to offer incense to Brother Jiang."
Wu Weiwei picked out his ears, "Huh?"
Chen Ling: "According to the rules, I have to come twice a day, but I've been too busy recently, so I might as well make a big one today and provide some good things."
Wu Weiwei was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses, "I thought Brother Jiang's tomb is there, so there's no need to worry about it. Why do you need to burn incense?"
"It doesn't matter anyway." Chen Ling said, "Since we want to fake that he has reached the end of his lifespan, of course we have to do a full set of dramas. What if someone wanders here one day and finds something strange?"
It was true, Wu Weiwei believed it, and nodded in agreement: "Then I will burn it with you."
Chen Ling paused, thinking that more people are more powerful, and if more people pay filial piety, maybe the ancestors will be happier.
With Brother Chen's approval, Wu Weiwei took the paper bag from him, couldn't help but look back again, and found that Jiang Yu's gaze, looking straight ahead, was actually hiding a secret, and it was clearly poked at the back of Brother Chen's head.
Wu Weiwei said strangely: "Brother Jiang came with you, don't you think it's strange?"
Even though he is still alive, but he wants to see others go to his grave, does he feel uncomfortable...
Chen Ling couldn't figure out what the old ancestor was thinking, so he shook his head, "Maybe he has a special hobby."
Wu Weiwei: "..."
Jiang Yu: "..."
The sun had already set, and the construction on Yuhe Mountain was suspended.
Foreman Yang was squatting on the ground smoking a cigarette, when he saw Chen Ling leading someone up, he put out the cigarette, pulled his clothes and stood up, smiling to meet him.
"Mr. Chen, come up to inspect?" The contractor joked.
Chen Ling: "Come up and have a look at the grave where the stele was erected just now."
The contractor let out a groan, looked up at the top of the mountain, and then thought of the little boss's previous instructions, and reported: "The two steles you asked me to erect have already been erected. When the tombstone is ready, just stand in it."
Chen Ling looked towards the graves of the two children. The graves were half smaller than the normal ones. They were quietly located on the edge of the planning area, like two grasses watching and helping each other.
The Gao family's dead babies and Xiaobao's graves are different from the ancestors' graves. They are not buried below, but protrude three inches outward.
"I see." After Chen Ling finished speaking, the contractor was suddenly puzzled.
Foreman Yang rubbed his eyes, then rubbed his eyes again, and pointed at Wu Weiwei's backpack hanging on his shoulder stupidly: "Mr. Chen, I, why do I see something moving inside!"
Chen Ling led the contractor around behind Wu Weiwei, opened the backpack a little, and let the weasel stretch out a small paw.
The small pale orange claws stretched out with nails, and there were several fleshy pads underneath.Feeling a finger touching him, the weasel hooked its little paw.
The contractor's eyes widened in surprise: "Cat? But the cat's paws should be able to retract."
"It's a weasel." Chen Ling gave the answer calmly.
"Yellow yellow yellow..." The contractor's tongue was tied, and he raised his hand to pat his mouth, and now he could speak neatly, "Weasel? Mr. Chen, where did you get it? I heard they They love to steal chickens, but they don’t eat them after stealing them, they just kill their prey and suck the blood.”
Chen Ling reassured: "Don't worry, it is usually well-fed and will not steal chickens."
On Yuhe Mountain, since the master chef arrived, in order to allow the workers to keep up with their physical strength, they specially bought a group of cheap half-sized chickens and kept them near the work shed.
The contractor was worried, and repeated in disbelief: "You really don't steal chickens?"
"Brother Yang, when did I ever lie to you?" It would be hard for the other party to believe without any substantial guarantee, so Chen Ling said, "It steals one, and I will accompany you ten old hens that lay eggs, how about it. "
Foreman Yang wrote the letter, "Okay."
"Let me tell you, if one day it gets naughty and runs up the mountain, you and your workers and friends don't be afraid and don't hit it. It just goes out for a walk and goes home when it gets tired from playing."
Is this talking about weasels, or is it educating children? The contractor was full of doubts, but he wisely didn't ask any further questions. He just said that Chen Ling could rest assured that he would explain the matter.
"That's it for now. I'll go and see those two kids."
After saying goodbye to the contractor, Chen Ling took Wu Weiwei and continued on, stopping at an inconspicuous corner.
Stepping forward to dust off the dust on the tomb cover, he separated two chicken legs from the roast chicken for his ancestors, and put one on one side in front of the two small graves.
Then he said to Wu Weiwei: "Let's go, go up."
The more you go up, the greener the road under your feet, the dead grass can no longer cover the new life below, and the tender green grass sprouts grow crazily as if they have absorbed a high content of nutrients.
"Our Yuheshan is really the same every day." Wu Weiwei sighed.
Chen Ling felt a little proud, and walked a few steps forward, and saw the conspicuous white marble stele, and the Asakusa near the stele, which was more lush than other places.
Wu Weiwei held back for a few moments before bursting out laughing, "Brother Jiang, your head is green."
Chen Ling: "..."
Jiang Yu's expression remained unchanged, only his eyes were cold and dark.
Suddenly a gust of wind blew up around.
Wu Weiwei held down his wind-blown hair, and the part on his neck felt cool.He mustered up the courage to look at Jiang Yu, shut his mouth and didn't dare to say any more.
The corners of Chen Ling's mouth turned up uncontrollably, and it took a lot of effort to hold back his laughter, and he patted the man's shoulder to comfort him pretending to be serious: "There are many graves like this in foreign countries, and a piece of green grass on top of the head means vigorous Your life and the upcoming new life, don't think about it wrong."
"I don't." Jiang Yu's voice was cold, but his eyes were serious, and he scratched the young man's face, "I think you guys are thinking wrong."
"I didn't, absolutely not." Chen Ling raised his hand and swore.
Wu Weiwei kept his mouth shut, and also raised his hand to assure.
Jiang Yu snorted coldly, the cold expression on his face remained undiminished.
Chen Ling had a headache. This incident caused a lot of trouble. He originally wanted to come up to thank his ancestors, but he offended him in the end.
He gave Wu Weiwei a hard look, and bared his teeth at him.
Wu Weiwei knew he was wrong, so he just made a joke. He didn't know that Brother Jiang would take it seriously. He walked up to Jiang Yu and apologized under invisible coercion, "Brother Jiang, I didn't know the door with my mouth, so don't take it seriously. go."
"No." Jiang Yu's mood and tone were very light, and he couldn't hear anything unusual.
Wu Weiwei became more and more anxious, trying to save him, "Then why don't I go down the mountain to get some more paper money and come up now, and burn it for you with Brother Chen?"
"I only want him." Jiang Yu rubbed the center of his brows, "I don't like similar jokes, just this one time, don't make another example."
"Yes yes yes, I promise there will be no next time." Wu Weiwei said hastily, feeling weird in his heart.
What do you mean I only want him?
Could it be that if the horoscope can't be used in Liuhe, can't you burn paper and burn incense for Brother Jiang?But isn't this a show for ghosts?
Wu Weiwei felt that his brain was not enough, so he scratched the back of his head.
After squatting quietly aside for a while, the doubts in my heart did not disappear, but grew bigger and bigger.
Swallowing his saliva, he cautiously approached Jiang Yu, "Brother Jiang, do you... have a date?" Otherwise, why would you mind a joke so much.
"Why do you ask that?" Jiang Yu squinted at him, "Do I look like you?"
Wu Weiwei shook his head honestly, "It's not like that." Seeing that the other party didn't release his air-conditioning, he continued, "People who have a crush will often hold their mobile phones and chat with them. None of these things have anything to do with you."
It is rare for Jiang Yu to say a few more words to him, "Because it's not yet time."
Pausing for a while, he narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes passed through the sunshine and breeze, and stayed on Chen Ling's face, "However, sooner or later there will be."
Wu Weiwei observed the change in Jiang Yu's eyes, and when he combined the words just now, his heart skipped a beat. Could it be that Brother Jiang really has someone in his heart?
He blurted out: "Who? Do we know each other?"
Jiang Yu's personality is cold and slow, not like someone who would fall in love with someone at first sight, unless he had met that person long before Lai Yu and Shan became managers.
Jiang Yu didn't deny or refute, but narrowed his eyes, his eyes slipped from the side of the young man's face to the tombstone.
This meant that he didn't want to answer any more, and Wu Weiwei scratched his head anxiously in his heart.
If I knew it earlier, I wouldn’t have asked, but now it’s good, my curiosity is overwhelmed, it’s too uncomfortable!
Sensing that he was being watched by two people not far away at the same time, Chen Ling felt a little nervous for no reason, and subconsciously straightened his back.
He made up his mind, first wiped the dust on the tombstone for the ancestor, then took the roast chicken and the plate out of the bag, put them on the ground, and placed them on the center line in front of the tombstone.
Chen Ling took a breath, took out three sticks of incense and lit them.
His two thumbs are facing each other, and the other four fingers are overlapping, and he sandwiches the incense between his thumb and index finger, standing between his eyebrows.
Just as I was about to bow my head to say goodbye, I heard the man's harsh reminder, "Hang your head slightly, calm down."
Chen Ling squinted his eyes and glanced at him quietly, no wonder he wanted to follow, it turned out that he came here specially to correct his incense posture.
While slandering, the body unconsciously changed according to Jiang Yu's reminder.
He pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and bowed three times to the tombstone. He didn't hear the man's critical voice, so Chen Ling stuck the incense in the soil.
The sandalwood incense was lingering, spreading out like strands of silk thread. Except for Chen Ling, Wu Weiwei did not notice that the smoke did not disappear into the air, but wrapped around the river area.
When the incense burnt to the end, Chen Ling pulled out the incense handle from the soil and held it in his hand.
While Wu Weiwei turned his head to clean up the roast chicken, he quickly asked Jiang Yu in a low voice, "Let me buy you a small incense burner. It's not good to stick it directly in the soil." Not to mention the impact on the environment, it's not enough for the ancestors of force.
Jiang Yu didn't react much, he just hummed lightly, but Chen Ling noticed a change in the corner of his lips.
He also smiled, and asked again: "What to do with that roast chicken, is it still edible? Master is still reading."
"Yes." Jiang Yu doesn't have a big appetite on weekdays. The food in Yangjian is dispensable to him, and it won't bring you a feeling of fullness. Eating it won't hurt, but it won't do any good either.
Those things that bring life energy to human beings are nothing more than a little bit of thin spiritual energy when they enter his stomach.
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, that's okay, lest the master lose his temper when he can't find the roast chicken.
He didn't know that Zhao Xunchang's temper had already flared up, and he was sitting angrily on the stone bench in the yard, guarding the gate with folded arms, waiting to catch a rabbit.
After a while, Wu Weiwei put the roast chicken in a bag and brought it over.
Chen Ling glanced at the backpack hanging on his shoulder, and said, "Let's put it out for some air."
Before Wu Weiwei could move, the little weasel had already opened the zipper with the tip of its nose and jumped out from inside.Knowing who is the leader of the group, it threw itself on Chen Ling excitedly, wanting to rub against him to express its gratitude.
The weasel moved as fast as lightning, but still couldn't escape the fate of premature death, and was blocked by a hand halfway.
Jiang Yu's hand was stuck on its body, his eyes were half closed, and he looked at it condescendingly: "Don't jump on him."
The weasel tried his best, but he couldn't hold back any sound.It has no choice, it can only open its big round eyes, trying to fight its way out by acting coquettishly, but the next second it is frightened by the breath released by the man and trembles, its tail is curled up to protect its soft belly, trembling non-stop .
Weird.
Chen Ling couldn't stand it anymore, and stretched out his hand to snatch the weasel down. Fearing that the ancestor would go crazy, he didn't push the little guy into his arms, but gently put it on the ground.
Pat the weasel's butt with his hand, "Go and play, and go home later."
Ordinary weasels may not know the way, but Huang Daxian doesn't. Ever since Chen Ling made up his mind to bring it back to Yuhe Mountain, he never thought of restraining it, only freedom can thrive.
Wu Weiwei looked at the back of the fluffy fleeing away, and asked, "Brother Chen, where is the immortal's nest?"
Chen Ling: "Just in the yard."
There are many places where weasels like to build their nests, such as firewood piles, caves on the banks of river banks, cemeteries with few people, and piles of rocks and tree holes.It is a pity that there is no place on Yuhe Mountain today that can satisfy Huang Daxian's preferences.
Chen Ling: "Let's go to the next mountain to pick up some firewood and go back, and build a temporary one for it first."
Wu Weiwei: "Okay."
Wu Weiwei, like the little weasel, was a rookie, and he cherished and loved it very much. After receiving the order from his superiors, he quickly carried it out, and within half an hour he picked up a bag full of dry firewood from the next mountain and went back.
Chen Ling carried the firewood home with him, and when he saw the dark-faced Zhao Xunchang, he was so excited that he quickly put down the firewood, brought the roast chicken without two thighs to the master, and said flatteringly, "I'll take the legs." Go distribute it to those two children, Master, you won't be angry."
He is an old man over fifty years old, how can he care about children, Zhao Xunchang snorted, and went into the kitchen with the roast chicken.
Chen Ling breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and picked up the firewood on the ground, squatted on the ground with Wu Weiwei to build a nest, and Jiang Yu sat on a stone table not far away to drink tea.
Zhao Xunchang came out after eating the roast chicken, sat across from his ancestor, poured himself a cup of tea silently, and talked about Yu Heshan's new project.
"Mr. Jiang, during the meal, I heard from Chen Ling that the Hengjiang Group and the Rare Bird Breeding Base are going to cooperate to build a breeding pilot in our Yuhe Mountain?"
"Yeah." Jiang Yu put down his teacup and said seriously, "Hengjiang Group has been participating in national public welfare projects in recent years, with remarkable results. Since February last year, they have been planning to participate in the national animal protection plan."
Hengjiang Group is a large-scale private enterprise that refuses to go public and only engages in industry. It involves a wide range of industries, ranging from aerospace to small components of electronic products in daily life.
Zhao Xunchang: "I have also heard about Hengjiang's greening public welfare project, but this time the pilot breeding project in Yuheshan is somewhat related to Xiaolan. The money can't just be paid by Jiang's family, I can also get it."
Jiang Yu's attention was all on Chen Ling, and he tapped lightly on the table with his fingertips, his eyelids drooping to cover his emotions: "No, it's just a betrothal gift."
Zhao Xunchang: "..." Is it so direct?
Zhao Xunchang was silent for a long time, thinking of himself and his little apprentice's shriveled wallets, and the huge project on Yuhe Mountain, "Does he know?"
Just as Jiang Yu was about to speak, his brows furrowed suddenly, he got up and walked straight towards Chen Ling.
Zhao Xunchang thought something had happened, so he stood up too, stretched his neck anxiously and looked towards the corner of the wall.
It's okay if you don't look at it, but if you look at it, you can't wait to be blind.
Chen Ling didn't do anything, just squatted down and leaned forward, his clothes naturally climbed up, revealing a small piece of fair skin.
Jiang Yu pulled down his clothes for him, and stood behind him like a city wall.
Chen Ling's ears were red, and he forced a hand behind his back to grab the clothes by himself.
Unaware of the situation, Wu Weiwei kept urging: "Brother Chen, hand me that stick. Yes, the one on the left..."
Zhao Xunchang wiped his face, didn't want to look any further, took his teacup and went into the room.
Less than 5 minutes after the new home was built, the little weasel came in from the wall with a few dry branches in its mouth.
The nest in front of it was beautifully decorated with clean branches. It opened its mouth slightly in surprise, and the branches fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
The little weasel turned to look behind. Chen Ling and Wu Weiwei stood there bent over, looking down at it.
And the big purple-blue parrot also flew over from the shelf at some point, flying around the small nest, "Welcome, welcome, warmly welcome."
Standing in the room, Zhao Xunchang looked at the warm velvet scene outside, his heart moved, he found the cushions that his apprentice bought for him for winter, and stuffed them into the weasel's den.
The little weasel's black eyes seemed to have been washed by a clear spring, and they were shiny and translucent. It bowed to everyone, got into its beloved nest, and rolled happily in it.
Zhao Xunchang couldn't help smiling, and suddenly put his arms around the young apprentice's shoulders and said, "Our Yuheshan will get better and better."
Xiaolan hovered for a week and then fell back on the shelf, emotionally, "It's getting better, better and better!"
The small courtyard was bustling with activity, making the people outside the courtyard very curious, and couldn't help but poke their heads in.
Knowing that this was Li Guifang who lived not far away, Chen Ling greeted her, "Aunt Guifang."
After peeking at the captured bag, Li Guifang simply walked into the yard. She looked around the people present curiously, and said with a smile, "Xiao Chen, I'm here to find something about your master."
Chen Ling called out to the door, Master, and Zhao Xunchang came out with his hands behind his back.
Li Guifang took the initiative to step forward, rubbing her hands together awkwardly and said, "Mr. Zhao, I know that the cemetery under construction above belongs to your family. One of my relatives is seriously ill and I'm afraid they won't live long, so I wanted to find a place to live." place, when the time comes to bury him."
Zhao Xunchang nodded, indicating that he was listening.
Li Guifang pursed her lips and continued: "We live so close, we can be regarded as neighbors. They say that distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors..."
Hearing her chatter, Zhao Xunchang said impatiently: "You want us to be cheaper?"
Only then did Li Guifang stop talking, her eyes fluttered and said: "I really think so, the main reason is that my relative's conditions are not good and his ability is limited, so I want to find a cheap one."
Zhao Xunchang stepped aside, pointed at Chen Ling and said, "My apprentice is the boss of Yuheshan Cemetery. You can talk to him if you have anything to do."
Chen Ling came over: "Aunt Guifang, I'm sorry, you also know that the Yuhe Cemetery hasn't been repaired yet, so I'm afraid I can't help you."
"I can help, I can help." Li Guifang lowered her tone, "Didn't you help Zhang Xiaoxia and Gao's family bury their children, I know all about it. Xiao Chen, do auntie a favor and sell a tomb of my relative. Of course, the price Well, we can't give that much."
If it is really difficult, the price can be negotiated, but Chen Ling knows that this woman is not telling the truth.
Her face was always reserved, especially when facing the master, her eyes sometimes wandered, and she dared not look directly at her.
For such people, Chen Ling has always said coldly: "Aunt Guifang, the Gao family and Sister Zhang's children are in special circumstances. You must have heard babies crying at night before..."
The young man always smiled and greeted everyone when he saw them on weekdays. Li Guifang thought he had a good temper, but he didn't expect that this man would suddenly tell ghost stories.
In fact, it’s hard to say whether it’s a real ghost story or not. Even now, thinking of the baby’s shrill cries that day, Li Guifang couldn’t stop getting goosebumps, and her heart was pounding with fear.
"If you don't want to sell it, then don't want to sell it. Who are you scaring?" She shouted at the top of her voice, turned and left.
Wu Weiwei ran to the door and retracted his head after seeing the person walking away.
After closing the door and bolting it, he asked Chen Ling, "Brother Chen, why don't you do business if you have business?"
"She deliberately hid something from us." Chen Ling said, "Since she is not sincere, I don't want to make money."
Wu Weiwei's mobile phone placed on the stone table suddenly vibrated and buzzed.
Pick it up and see that the information sharing group has news about the "Sifang Mountain Skeleton" incident.
Wu Weiwei: "Brother Chen, the boss of Sifang Greenery, really asked someone to exorcise evil spirits!"
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