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Zhou Buqi woke up at 6 o'clock the next morning.

Load the prepared offerings, incense, Ming coins, and burnt paper into the car, and set off with the bodyguards and dad, first to the City Bureau.

Zheng You, the deputy director in charge of this security mission, has already arrived, along with seven or eight policemen in uniform, all equipped with guns, and an Iveco.

"Old Zheng!"

Dad got out of the car first, rushed over in surprise, and stretched out his hands.

"Haha!" Zheng You smiled happily and shook hands with him, "I heard that you are the one who came back and volunteered to apply for this mission."

Zhou Buqi felt a little helpless.

This is amazing!

It's like dad's friend.

what is this called

You can't call him Uncle Zheng, can you?

There was no way, Zhou Buqi walked over bravely, and said with a smile: "Director Zheng, I'm really sorry to trouble you this early in the morning. I think this car is old, right? In the name of the company, I will Donate ten cars to our People's Police!"

Zheng Youdao: "Thank you! Thank you Boss Zhou for your generosity!"

Zhou Jianjun waved his hand, "Okay, what's the point of being polite to this bastard, he can't even bark, it's a big deal if you have two bad money."

Zhou Buqi's face darkened, so he could only say: "Uncle Zheng."

Zheng You laughed loudly, "Don't listen to your father, it's official business now, one size is one size."

Zhou Jianjun said: "Let's go quickly, there will be no time in a while, once the old man gets angry, he will even beat you."

Zheng You asked, "Uncle Zhou still has such a temper?"

Zhou Jianjun said: "Go to the capital's nursing home and play chess and cards with some retired veteran cadres every day. My temper... well, it's much better than before, and I don't do much work."

"If you don't do it much, you still do it."

Zheng You is also a bold person, not like a leader at all, and his laughter is very bold.

Zhou Buqi also bought an Iveco, and the two Ivecos set off at the same time. Director Zheng sat with his father, talking loudly along the way, talking about things when they were young.

Only then did Zhou Buqi know that the two of them were classmates in primary school, and both came from Xiaohu Village.

This village is also the destination of going to the grave this early in the morning.

Back then, when the little devil came to China, the warlord Han Fuqu fled without firing a single shot. The Japanese army occupied the Jiaozhou Peninsula, burned, killed and looted all the way, and there was a second wave of entering the Guandong. Grandfather Zhou Guangshan was only a few years old, and he went to the Northeast with his great-grandfather, grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts, and settled down in "Little Tiger Village" near Spring City.

The ancestral graves are all over there.

The distance is not too far, less than an hour by car.

After the 1990s, the Zhou family’s mountain product business flourished, and they took good care of the village. They set up a mushroom breeding base and encouraged the villagers to grow fungus.

Affected by this, Xiaohu Village can be regarded as the village with the best conditions in the ten miles and eight towns. Not to mention how rich it is, but every family has a color TV and brick houses, and their lives are relatively well-off.

The Zhou family naturally has a very good reputation in the village.

The village head is also considered a relative, the uncle of Zhou Buqi's cousin.

Zheng You has a very good relationship with his father. He talked a lot about catching fish and being beaten when he was a child, and then he whispered, "How is your elder brother?"

Zhou Jianjun raised his eyebrows, "What should I do?"

Zheng Youdao: "I heard that they are going to start a real estate business now, and they have borrowed a lot of money. The loans are not enough, and they got tens of millions from the private sector. Some methods are not well-behaved."

Zhou Jianjun was silent for a while, "The family has already separated."

Zheng You nodded.

Zhou Buqi sat in the back row, leaned his face closer, and said in a low voice: "Dad, when you get off the car later, you have made arrangements, don't burn the real money as ghost coins! At that time, give ghost coins to the old people. Dig up your ancestral grave."

"Bitch!"

Zhou Jianjun was furious, this bastard boy didn't know how to save face for himself.

Zheng You laughed again.

...

An hour later, Zhou Buqi saw his grandfather Zhou Guangshan, Zhou Jianguo and Zhou Bubi's father and son on the hillside beside Xiaohu Village. There are also some distant relatives, including cousins, cousins, cousins, cousins, cousins, cousins, a large family of more than 20 people.

All men.

Zhou Buqi was a little embarrassed, he didn't know many people. More importantly, he brought a personal bodyguard with him and never left him, for fear that that bastard Zhou Bubi would lose his mind and stab him with a knife.

It's a bit outrageous to bring an outsider to worship the ancestors.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and said with a smile: "This is the master I invited from the capital. He is best at watching the feng shui of the underworld. Let him give us a look. It's okay, grandpa, why don't we start?"

Zhou Guangshan nodded expressionlessly.

The process of worshiping ancestors is boring and boring.

Zhou Buqi had no interest at all, but he actively went forward to burn the paper, not because he believed it, but because it was freezing cold, so he could gather together to keep warm.

Then some elders came from behind and said: "Xiaohua! Xiaotao! Don't stand still, hurry over and burn a few! The more you burn, the more your ancestors will bless you. See if you are not a brother, or someone has money... ..."

When Zhou Buqi heard it, he thought it was very reasonable!

I can live a new life, maybe it is really blessed by my ancestors, so I rushed to burn it.

There were seven graves in total, and everyone went into battle together, and they were burnt out quickly.

Kowtow one by one.

After knocking once, go down the mountain and leave.

The weather is too cold, so hurry up and evacuate after burning.

Times have really changed.

Zhou Buqi remembered that when he was a child, he would go to the grave with the elders in his family. There were seven or eight procedures, and he didn't even think about going down the mountain for an hour.

The visit to the grave is over.

The next step is the key point - sending money.

This is Zhou Buqi's idea.

In the past, during the Spring Festival, the Zhou family would also come to Xiaohu Village to distribute money, but they only distributed money to some families who were particularly poor or encountered a catastrophe.

More than one hundred and two hundred thousand are issued every year.

This year, Zhou Buqi prepared three big bags of cash, a total of 3 million!

He wants to give money to all the elderly over 60 in the village, 10,000 yuan per person. According to civil affairs statistics, there are about 280 elderly people over 60 years old in the village.

Actually it was for Dad.

In the past few years, Dad has always been synonymous with worthlessness and has been ridiculed. This time, asking him to stand up and distribute money to the elderly in the village is actually returning home in good clothes and elated.

With this 3 million, it will be a success with the police escort.

Unexpectedly, the leaders of the county and township had already prepared in the village, the table was set up, and the banners were all pulled up: "Thank you, Mr. Zhou Jianjun, the chairman of Yuanwei Group, for returning to his hometown for donation."

When the money was distributed, it was grandfather Zhou Guangshan and father Zhou Jianjun.

Zhou Buqi stood next to Director Zheng, and beside him were the leaders of the county and township, all of whom watched this scene of friendly common prosperity with smiles on their faces.

The old people who received the money were even happier. They lined up in two long lines, full of enthusiasm in the cold weather.

Grandpa is better, he is older.

Dad is not so good. Many old people have trembling hands after receiving a wad of money. Some say "Thank you Junzi", some say "Junzi is promising", and some simply bow to him.

Dad couldn't bear it, so he had to bow in return.

All these people bowed, and my father's waist couldn't bear it a bit. He still had a friendly and kind smile on his face, and handed wads of money to the old people.

Zhou Buqi was somewhat touched by this scene.

I feel that what is money or not, my father's dignity is the most important. Every Spring Festival in the future, such a event should be arranged, so that Dad can take some cash back to his hometown to send money.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

In the distance, there was a sound of tractors, some with three wheels, some with four wheels, and there were about a dozen of them. The back buckets of these tractors are full of gray-haired old people.

"I rely on it!"

Zhou Buqi was stunned.

Zheng You was taken aback for a moment, then became furious. He turned his head and asked the leaders of the county and township next to him loudly, "What's going on? Who are they?"

The county leaders are stupid, and he doesn't know.

The deputy head of the town next to him saw it and took a deep breath, "This... this seems to be from Xiaogang Village next door. Why are they here?"

County Magistrate Wang was about to die of anger, "Liu Gang, explain to me! What did you do with the task I entrusted to you?"

"I... I'll go and have a look!"

The deputy head of the town immediately called someone, and rushed up with several township government staff to stop the batch of agricultural tractors.

Who in the end leaked the wind?

Isn't this nonsense?

Boss Zhou’s hometown is Xiaohu Village, and he thanked the villagers for their help when he was growing up. Why did a group of people from other villages come here?

Robbing money?

Zhou Buqi reacted very quickly, and hurriedly said: "Director Zheng, pick up my dad and grandpa, let's go right away!"

The things here are big or small.

As long as the benefactor leaves, everything will be settled. There was no money, and there was no reason to want to make trouble, so the show ended. If the benefactor doesn't leave, so many gray-haired old people rush over, they can't be beaten or scolded, and they can't be stopped. If anyone suffers from high blood pressure and heart disease, big things will happen, and good things will turn into bad things.

Before the money was distributed, Zhou Buqi rushed over, called a few policemen to help, rushed to the two teams with money pockets, and distributed the money one by one.

It was done in less than a minute.

Then, he dragged his grandfather and father into the Iveco of the police.

When the alarm bell rings, no one can stop it.

Withdrew all the way.

Let the local officials coordinate and handle the rest. Just explain the matter clearly and persuade you to go back, it's very simple.

The problem is, the nature of this matter is not quite right!

The big boss went home to visit relatives, and gave money to the elderly... This is a happy thing for everyone, the government is happy, and the people are also happy. Who leaked the news and spread it to other villages?

It's fine if it gets out, why is the news deformed?

Let the old people in the outer village have the illusion that they all ran over together?

Zheng You is the deputy director of the Municipal Bureau, and his rank is not low. He said angrily: "The work of the leaders at the county and township levels is not in place! It's okay, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter!"

Zhou Buqi was more indifferent. He saw his grandfather looking out of the window, extremely calm, like a statue, and asked softly: "Grandpa, what do you think about this matter? Do you want to investigate?"

The old man's indifferent expression changed a little, and he sighed, "There's nothing to investigate."

Zhou Buqi observed him secretly.

Although the old man looked out of the window, the corners of his eyes were a little red in the reflection of the glass.

This scene made Zhou Buqi's heart tense, and he immediately felt distressed, took a deep breath, and said: "Director Zheng, please do me a favor and tell them that this time it may be a misunderstanding, it's no big deal, and the old people Just persuade them to go back. Next Spring Festival, we will go back to the village to distribute money to the old people in the village.”

Zheng You took a deep look at him and nodded.

I sighed in my heart.

Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite!

Money is not everything.