I am the Great Protector of the Soldier King

Back at the company, Zhu Qingyu asked Huang Jiangong to arrange for Huang Jiangong to arrange accommodation for Miao Yuehua and Yingzi, and register Miao Yuehua in the company's employee roster. Then he took Miao Yuehua to the company canteen and introduced her to Aunt Deng and Luo Ying. Aunt Deng, the canteen supervisor, arranged her work.

Seeing that Yu Hongmei was not there, Zhu Qingyu asked her where she was. Aunt Deng said that she asked her husband to look at the land today and heard that Village Chief Deng's ashes would be buried the day after tomorrow.

"Oh..." Zhu Qingyu responded thoughtfully and walked towards Yu Hongmei's house.

When I arrived at the door of Yu Hongmei's house, the door was open. In the yard, two carpenters, an old one and a young one, were making coffins with pushers and rulers. The alluring fragrance wafted from the wood flowers all over the ground, and they looked like high-quality cypress.

"Master, is Mrs. Yu at home?" Zhu Qingyu asked.

The old master glanced at Zhu Qingyu and replied: "She and Mr. Yin Yang went to the mountain to see the land."

Zhu Qingyu said "Oh" and left the yard. He thought that Party Secretary Deng Wanlin should know about this, so he followed a stone road in the village from top to bottom and came to Party Secretary Deng Wanlin's house at the intersection of Dengjiapu Road.

At that time, Deng Wanlin had just returned from a meeting in the office in the north of the city. When he saw Zhu Qingyu coming to the door, he opened the door and invited Zhu Qingyu into the room and poured him a cup of hot tea.

"The Spring Festival is coming soon, and the annual martial arts competition is about to begin!" Deng Wanlin said excitedly: "It is organized by the border town area. Before the tenth day of the first lunar month, each city and county will hold a selection competition for contestants. The first place will participate in the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. The regional finals of the Yuanxiao Festival.”

"Oh? Can I participate in the competition?" Zhu Qingyu asked.

"Why can't you? As long as you are over 18 years old, you can do it even if you are 70 or 80 years old!"

"But my household registration is not here!" Zhu Qingyu said.

"Aren't you from Tianba Township? Where is your household registration if it's not here?" Party Secretary Deng looked at him doubtfully and said.

"My household registration may still be in the army..." Zhu Qingyu said, lost in thought. He thought that he came back without any explanation. He did not have any file materials, nor did he report to the local armed forces department, nor did he register at the local police station. Now It's a black man.

"Oh, I won't participate if I don't have a household registration. The security company will just select a few people to participate in the competition." Zhu Qingyu said with a smile.

"Haha, that's true. You are not required to participate in the competition, but it would be a pity not to participate in the competition with your skills!" Deng Wanlin said, handing over a blue and yellow cigarette, and Zhu Qingyu lit it.

Zhu Qingyu blew out a puff of smoke and said, "Party Secretary Deng, I came here to tell you something. I brought back the urn of Village Chief Deng Hebin last night."

"Really? Did you pay the cremation fee?" Party Secretary Deng was not confused at all, because the city government required Deng Hebin's family members to pay the cremation fee before they could take Deng Hebin's urn home. It was Yu Hongmei who couldn't swallow this and did not go to the firefight. He paid the fees and went to petition everywhere.

"Party Secretary, you are such a disciplined person!" Zhu Qingyu teased: "There is no cremation fee for this, I stole it quietly."

Deng Wanlin was shocked and said, "Did you steal it? What if they find out? Are you going to start a fight again?"

Zhu Qingyu snorted coldly and said: "What nonsense? I don't believe that village chief Deng's grave was pried up for the two thousand yuan cremation fee! Besides, no one found it. There are so many urns there, who cares? Is his box here?"

Deng Wanlin was silent for a few seconds and said: "I hope so. Alas, my Dengjiabao can no longer withstand the torment. It's best if everything is safe!"

Zhu Qingyu understood Deng Wanlin. The last time he went to the government to petition, the matter was not resolved but Village Chief Deng was compensated. The whole village was imprisoned for several days. Now Yu Hongmei is orphaned and widowed. Who doesn't feel sorry for her when she sees her?

"I heard that Sister-in-law Yu will bury Village Chief Deng the day after tomorrow, and she even asked my husband to see the place this morning," Zhu Qingyu said.

"Bury the day after tomorrow?" Deng Wan stood up and turned around with his hands behind his back, saying: "I don't think there is a need to hold a funeral for an urn, and there is no need to buy a coffin. Just put the box into an earthen jar. Make some noise It’s too big, I’m afraid that you’ll be exposed for stealing the box.”

Zhu Qingyu thought for a moment and said: "Zhishu Deng is right. Let's go to Yu Hongmei together and explain it clearly to her."

Deng Wanlin nodded, and the two walked up the stone stairs through the densely packed houses in Dengjiabao and came to the top of the back mountain. They saw Yu Hongmei and an old man in his sixties holding a compass on a lawn to look at the ground.

The two then walked down a winding path to the lawn. After saying hello, Deng Wanlin called Yu Hongmei aside and said, "Hongmei, I have got He Bin's ashes back. You should feel relieved. But these ashes belong to General Manager Zhu." I risked my life by stealing it, and if the noise becomes too big, I'm afraid there will be trouble. Therefore, I suggest not to hold a funeral. After checking the cemetery, put the urn in an earthen jar and bury it."

When Yu Hongmei heard this, she immediately stood on her head with her eyebrows and glared: "Uncle, why do you have so much courage? He Bin is dead and died so tragically, shouldn't he enjoy a coffin? His wife and children, shouldn't he? Asking people to wear sackcloth and mourn for him? This is impossible!"

"Hey, what you said is not unreasonable, but you should also think about Mr. Zhu. What will happen when he gets into trouble?" Deng Wanlin raised his voice to persuade.

Yu Hongmei glanced at Zhu Qingyu and said: "Mr. Zhu, what my uncle said is that we can't implicate you. If there is trouble in this matter, just say that it is the urn that I, Yu Hongmei, stole and has nothing to do with you!"

Zhu Qingyu laughed twice and said: "I didn't expect that my sister-in-law has such a fiery temper and is also a filial wife! When I think of the last time I fought side by side with Village Chief Deng, the tragic scene is vivid in my mind and will never be forgotten! Since my sister-in-law is so righteous, How can I, Zhu Qingyu, be a coward! Well, you boldly make Village Chief Deng’s funeral a glorious one, I’ll take care of anything you have to do!”

"Thank you, Mr. Zhu!" Yu Hongmei bowed, turned and walked away.

Deng Wanlin sighed and said: "It seems that Mr. Zhu also agreed that she did it with great fanfare. To be honest, I feel the same way! But this matter can be big or small. The big one is theft, and the small one is just a waste of money. It all depends on your luck." After that, he left silently.

The gentleman inspected the land, put away his compass, drew the boundary of the cemetery with a wooden branch, and then prepared to leave.

"Sir, please stay!" Zhu Qingyu shouted.

"What's the matter with you? Please tell me." The gentleman said while putting the compass, ruler, etc. into a backpack.

"Excuse me, sir, does this person have a soul after death?" Zhu Qingyu asked. He originally did not believe in ghosts, but since the deaths of Zhou Wanfu and Deng Furong, various signs have shown that souls do exist after death.

Seeing him asking this question, the gentleman looked at him carefully from top to bottom, and immediately took two steps back, staring at his yellow-brown eyes in surprise. His face looked frightened, his muscles trembled, and the three-goat beard on his chin kept shaking. . Suddenly, he knelt on his knees, bowed and prostrated in the tunnel and said: "The Great God is above, but Wu Yinyang didn't know that the Great God is coming, and I beg for forgiveness!"

Zhu Qingyu panicked and said, "Sir, why are you like this? Get up quickly!"

Wu Yinyang was still prostrate in the tunnel and said: "Xiao Ke offended the Great God. I have turned a blind eye to you for half the time you have been here. It is Xiao Ke who is blind. I hope the Great God will not blame you!"

Zhu Qingyu was even more puzzled and said: "Sir, are you mistaken? Who is the great god? We are all mortals. Don't scare my sister-in-law Yu!"

At this time, Yu Hongmei was staring in shock, her eyes fixed on Zhu Qingyu, as if Zhu Qingyu was a ghost.

Zhu Qingyu's face was red, and he stepped forward and grabbed Wu Yinyang's arm to help him up. Unexpectedly, Wu Yinyang suddenly raised his head, and a magic talisman in his hand flew towards Zhu Qingyu's forehead with a crisp sound...<