Son, how did you become the richest man in elementary school?

No anger, no anger.

Yes, only the doting and nostalgia of the elders for the younger ones.

Fortunately, Gu Xiu is a clever little ghost.

A few old people were amused and laughed from the beginning to the end. There was no sadness or melancholy at a table, and some only had laughter and laughter.

Especially if you drink a little wine, you will be even more overwhelmed.

The second uncle even planned to take out the blood-stained box cannon at home and give it to Gu Xiu for self-defense.

Fortunately, Comrade Gu Jianjun stopped him.

Otherwise, Gu Xiu might have to go to a public house for a few days because of the crime of possession of firearms.

In the afternoon, bid farewell to everyone in the county.

The father and son went to the ancestral home.

Both of Gu Jianjun's parents passed away in his early years. Speaking of which, in that small village, they are actually no relatives.

But there are also a few respected old people.

Gu Jianjun took Gu Xiu to call people one by one, and then took advantage of the absence of the children of the old people, and handed out a big red envelope.

Gu Xiu saw it and didn't express any doubts.

After strolling around, the father and son carried joss sticks and paper money on their backs and climbed the mountain towards the ancestral grave.

The control is not so strict these days.

In the next few years, there will basically be no such thing as burning paper on the mountain.

But people haven't reached the ancestral grave yet.

The father and son were stunned.

In the distance, a puff of green smoke curled up.

"This is real. Smoke is rising from the ancestral grave!" Gu Xiu couldn't help feeling emotional: "I don't know who it is, but I'm lucky."

"Indeed, it's a good thing that smoke is rising from the ancestral grave." Gu Jianjun nodded in agreement.

But then, Gu Jianjun was taken aback suddenly:

"No, that direction..."

"It's our family's ancestral grave!!!"

In the next second, Comrade Gu ran wildly.

Smoke is a good thing.

But if it's really smoke from his ancestral grave, that's definitely not a good thing.

Gu Xiu also hurriedly followed.

Fortunately.

When they came close, the father and son breathed a sigh of relief, and at some point beside the ancestral grave, they made a brick grid specially for burning paper.

inside.

There are still a pile of gold and silver paper money that has just been burnt, and even a few paper funeral supplies.

Now, it has been burned to ashes.

The green smoke just now came from here.

but.

He breathed a sigh of relief, but the father and son became puzzled at the same time.

This paper money...

Who burned it?

Chapter 392 A Call From Magic City

The matter of burning paper on the grave immediately attracted the attention of Gu Xiu and his son.

after all.

Normally, everyone goes to the grave to worship their ancestors during the Qingming period after the beginning of spring.

as usual.

Basically, no one is willing to go up the mountain.

At this time, it's not a holiday, and there are no special circumstances. Logically speaking, it is impossible for someone to go to the grave to burn paper.

and.

They still burned paper for Gu Jianjun's parents alone.

Gu Jianjun and Gu Xiu went back to the village immediately to inquire.

pity.

"I don't know, maybe it's your aunt's side, what if they come to burn the paper?"

"The paper burner I built was requested two months ago, but logically no one has burned paper in it, right?"

"Not sure, I haven't been up the mountain for a long time."

"Isn't it a good thing to burn paper for your parents? Why do you care so much?"

"Maybe it was burned wrong."

"..."

No one is sure who set it on fire.

After all, in everyone's eyes, this is just a trivial matter.

But it's a small matter for others.

For Gu Jianjun and his son, it was a major event, especially Gu Jianjun, who was so excited:

"Third Aunt, think about it again, have any strangers been here recently?"

"Uncle Gao, think about it carefully, has anyone been here?"

"Have you ever seen a woman?"

"..."

Ask all the way.

Unfortunately, the results did not change.

There are no strangers.

There were no other outsiders either.

No one knows who burned the paper on the mountain.

at last.

After finding nothing, Gu Jianjun had no choice but to take Gu Xiu with him again.

Sit back in the van.

"Dad, do you think it's Mom?" Gu Xiu asked.

"This..." Gu Jianjun was stunned, but finally nodded:

"I hope it's your mother."

"Your grandparents didn't receive much attention before. I have a few cousins, but those people basically don't come back to burn paper for your grandparents."

"It's your mother instead."

"I used to come to the mountain to burn paper, although she has never met your grandparents."

"So I just..."

Having said that, Gu Jianjun sighed again:

"I think too much. If your mother is still there, she can't offer incense sticks to your grandparents, but she won't come to us."

Gu Xiu nodded.

He thought the same way.

The private investigator I found before has not heard back yet.

After all, people have been lost for so many years.

If you want to find it again, you are looking for a needle in a haystack. No matter how good a private detective is, he is still a human being, not a fairy who can count.

but……

"Let's go to the paper shop and ask!"

"No matter who it is, since they bought gold and silver paper money and those real objects made of paper, it is definitely impossible to carry them all the way."

"Let's go ask, maybe we can find out."

Gu Xiu suggested.

"good idea!"

Gu Jianjun slapped his forehead, immediately started the van, and went straight to several funeral paper making shops.

This place is in the town, not far away, there is a whole street, the locals call this place Coffin Street, because funeral supplies are sold here.

After all, there are many customs in rural areas, and funeral expenses are not a small expense in rural areas.

But in the future.

With cremation, the biggest expense becomes burial plots and urns.

Gu Jianjun was impatient, and started asking door to door with a few packs of cigarettes.

Not to mention, this question really asks something.

"Did you say that paper was burned on Xiaotou Mountain?"

"I burned it, I just came back for a while."

"What's wrong?"

"Did you point the mountain?"

"I can't, I will leave only after the burning is over, can't this all be set on fire?"

The owner of the paper making shop was still making paper, and when he heard Gu Jianjun's inquiry, he was immediately taken aback.

Set fire to the mountain and sit in prison!

This is not a joke. These days, the mountain is burned every year, and every year, people eat national food because of setting fire to the mountain.

Fortunately, Gu Jianjun explained immediately, and the boss was relieved.

After hearing Gu Jianjun's inquiry, I didn't even think about it:

"What am I supposed to do? I was taken aback. I burned papers for people, of course, to collect money for work."

"Collect money for work?"

"Yes, some people are inconvenient and don't have time, so let us help. We will usually help if you have a fire."

"Basically, just say in advance, send me the money, and I will do it."

"Generally speaking, Ching Ming Festival is the most, and there is also July and a half. Of course, some people usually have a dream and want to burn a piece of paper to worship their ancestors, and they will also come to us."

"How about it? Are you interested? We are undertaking this business, the price is fair, and we will even take photos for you to record. We will never cheat."

While talking, the boss did not forget to introduce his business.

Of course, Gu Jianjun didn't want to do any business, so he asked: "Who asked you to burn it? How did you contact me?"

"Why are you asking about this?" The boss wondered.

"I..." Gu Jianjun came to his senses, and immediately took out a pack of cigarettes and stuffed them into the opponent's hand: