Lucky little miracle doctor

Another day passed, and the relaxed spiritual consciousness always covered the village chief's house.

Jiang Dashun knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Wang Qi, begging humbly like a dog, hoping that Master Wang would help him get Fang Qingling.

"Simple, if you don't give her money tomorrow and let her beg you, you won't be able to control her."

Wang Qi is indeed a playboy, and he is easy to use despicable methods.

Jiang Dashun was ecstatic when he heard this, and almost saw the scene of Fang Qingling being pressed under him!

The next morning, it was raining heavily.

The entire mountain village was shrouded in a mist, and the sound of car horns could be heard in the distance. It was the engineering team that was coming.

A dozen men got out of the car and gathered at the entrance of the village, where there was a big pot of rice arranged by Jiang Guangkun.

The villagers have already impatiently gathered in the team, waiting to receive the money.

Fang Qingling and Fang Laizi are considered two families, so they can get a total of one million.

Zhang Chi stopped Fang Qingling, and this time he accompanied him to the brigade.

"Brother Zhang, you can't get that piece of land..."

Fang Qingling sighed quietly.

The other party is a big shot from the provincial capital, and the village chief rushes to give him a dog in front of him. It is not the decision of the villagers at all.

Zhang Chi smiled noncommittally.

When the two arrived at the brigade, the villagers had already lined up in a long queue. They took their household registration books and registered one by one to receive money, either in cash or by transfer.

There are more than 20 households in the entire village, so the queue is not long.

Zhang Chi leaned under a nearby big tree and waited quietly.

In just half an hour, it was Fang Qingling's turn. Jiang Dashun, who distributed the money and the contract with the old slave, laughed evilly and said: "Qingling, as long as you agree to marry me, let alone your family's one million, my share is fine too. Here you go, it’s all under your control.”

The words made the villagers laugh, and some women even shouted at her to ask her to agree, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.

Fang Qingling obviously did not expect this situation, and said angrily: "I can't marry you, and this matter has nothing to do with it at all!"

"Hey, if I say it's relevant, it's relevant. If you don't nod, I guarantee that your family won't get a penny."

"Don't go too far!"

"I can't help it. Who asked Mr. Wang to appreciate me and let me take responsibility?"

Jiang Dashun was determined to take down Fang Qingling today, and then motioned to the people behind him to come and collect the money, but he would not give it to her!

More and more villagers are watching.

Only Fang Qingling was empty-handed. Jiang Dashun said proudly: "Have you considered it? If you agree, I will give it to you right away."

"You're dreaming."

Fang Qingling's eyes were slightly red, and her heart was extremely disappointed.

There are so many neighborhood elders nearby, all watching the joke...

"Jiang Dashun, keep this money to buy the coffin."

Fang Qingling sneered, turned around and left.

Jiang Dashun was so jealous that he kicked the table over with a loud bang, "Fang! Don't show shame!"

He was completely angered and blocked Fang Qingling in front of all the villagers. His dark face was distorted and he said, "I like you and that's why I give in to you. Since you are shameless, I have nothing to worry about!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the person and forcefully take the person back to the room and execute him on the spot.

Boom!

The pressure came down without any warning!

Jiang Dashun didn't have time to react. He groaned and pressed hard to the ground, feeling as if his bones and internal organs were being crushed alive.

The villagers were confused and fled in fear.

When the old slave saw this scene, he felt like dying on the spot. Before he could run away, a faint voice resounded through his brain.

"Don't leave, give her money."

The old slave was stiff and looked back with difficulty, but he didn't see anyone in particular.

"You can't find me because I'm only innately perfect. Find a secluded enemy later and let's talk alone."

The old slave did not dare to neglect any more. Under everyone's incredulous eyes, he quickly signed a contract with Fang Qingling and transferred one million!

After Fang Qingling got the money, she hurried back home regardless of Jiang Dashun who was wailing on the ground.

Under a secluded big tree at the head of the village, the old slave stood under the tree in fear, bowing to the air and clasping his fists, "Senior, if you have any questions, just ask."

"Tell me everything you know."

"Yes!"

In the face of absolute strength, the old slave did not dare to delay at all, and respectfully told the story of the trip.

Mr. Fenshui who asked the village to move the tomb was indeed sent by the Ge family. As for why the bronze coffin was suddenly dug up, the Ge family did not explain clearly. They just told them not to touch the talisman and seal on the coffin, and that it must be done in the shortest possible time. , transporting the coffin back to the Ge family's villa in the provincial capital.

Zhang Chi fell into deep thought.

The Ge family seems to be planning to use the contents of the bronze coffin to deal with him...

But a few years ago, they arranged for Feng Shui masters to move ancestral graves and use corpse water to penetrate the formation. Is there anything special about it?

If he couldn't figure it out, he might as well stop thinking about it, and Wang Qi's actions to stop him were meaningless. If he stopped him this time, the Ge family would come again, and he couldn't stay as a guardian of the tomb.

After careful consideration, Zhang Chi asked the old slave to keep everything that happened just a secret. In addition, the stones excavated from the bronze coffin were not allowed to be taken away. He found an empty house in the village and put them all in, even if one was missing.

"Senior, don't worry, I will definitely take care of it."

Hearing that the mysterious presence did not hinder their actions, the old slave secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The light rain kept falling.

After finishing their meal, the engineering team and the young and old men in the village walked up the mountain road.

Cryptomeria suddenly disappeared.

Fang Qingling's expression was indescribably weird, "Brother Zhang, why do people always fall down in front of me, and they can't get up after falling."

"Maybe he's suffering from epilepsy."

Zhang Chi was making nonsense, and Fang Qingling was doubtful. Seeing that there was no result, she stopped asking any more questions. She took an umbrella and followed her to have a look, but her parents' graves were not in the ancestral mausoleum. She was just there to join in the fun.

Cripple Fang was still sleeping, and Zhang Chi had nothing to do, so he simply walked with her.

In the forest farm, the mausoleum is surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. The engineering team and the men from the village started digging together.

The elderly people complained naggingly, saying that it was unlucky to bury in the rain and that they would be punished by God.

It is generally necessary to choose an auspicious day when moving ancestral tombs, but Wang Qi gave so many that everyone would not hesitate to violate taboos for money.

As the project progressed, the turbid soil was turned up and washed away by drizzle, causing a large amount of black water to flow out.

Several big yellow dogs in the village began to bark restlessly at the forest farm!

Fang Qingling suddenly shuddered and muttered secretly: "It seems a little cold, let's go back first?"

She was right, the air was getting colder and several villagers were sneezing.

According to the progress of the project, simple relocation will still take time. It is estimated that it will take the third day to dig out the deep bronze coffin.

At noon, when Liu Shan came back, Zhang Chi gave him a commission of 100,000 yuan.

Liu Shan was so happy that she couldn't help but slap her butt and apply oil on her soles before returning to the provincial capital.