I heard Wang Guilin say before that when he was young, he worked hard outside. When he got old, he returned to his hometown and helped people in the village build bridges and pave roads. He also gave money to the elderly and people in the village to improve their lives. He did many good things.
I thought everyone in the village would be very grateful to Wang Guilin.
But just now Uncle Huzi and I heard what the villagers who were leaving whispered, and we didn't expect that they would have such an attitude.
The most irritating thing is that an old man walking past me said angrily: "When you get rich, you go to the village to show off. Isn't it just that you have two stinky money? What are you talking about?"
People who have good intentions but do bad things, thinking that they are rich people who come back to the village to show off, what kind of psychology is this?
When Uncle Hu Zi heard this, he curled his lips and said to me: "Master, why are the people in this village like this? Old Wangtou is a nice person. He often gives money to the people in the village and builds bridges and paves roads. I didn’t give you any money when I came to the village to do errands this time, and this is your attitude?”
I smiled and said: "Uncle Huzi, there is a saying that goes: rice rises with love and rice hates hatred. Wang Guilin used to give out money every time he went to the village, so the village naturally treated him as a distinguished guest, but once he didn't If they give, or if they give less, they will feel uncomfortable, and even have some hatred for Wang Guilin. In the hearts of these people, they feel that Wang Guilin is very rich, and it is right for him to give money to the villagers. Who asked him to start from He walked out of this village."
"Giving is a matter of affection, not giving is a duty. Rich people's money does not come from strong winds. Why should you give it to them every time you come? Can't they make money if they have no hands and feet? No wonder this village is so poor ." Uncle Huzi said angrily.
"Okay, let's not worry about the affairs in their village. We are here to help the Wang family solve their troubles, but I seem to feel something. Maybe the Wang family is entangled with dirty things, and it is really inseparable from this village. .”
The two of us said that and walked straight towards the village.
The village chief greeted Wang Guilin's family and they talked and laughed all the way, looking very harmonious.
Not long after, we were greeted into a newly built large tile-roofed house in the village.
What's interesting is that most of the houses in this village are old houses, but this one looks to be newly built. It is spacious and bright, has a large door to accompany the room, and looks very grand.
This house should belong to the village chief's house.
It seems that the village chief's family is quite rich. I wonder if Wang Guilin gave it to him.
The village chief had already prepared a sumptuous dinner, including chicken and fish, with more than twenty dishes on the table. He warmly greeted Wang Guilin's family for dinner, and also greeted the two of us by the way.
By this time, it was already dark.
In fact, I really want to ask Wang Guilin where the scene that appeared in his dream was. I did not see the old locust tree in his dream.
But the village chief kept pestering Wang Guilin to chat, calling him "old uncle" with a friendly and flattering face, which made Wang Guilin very useful.
As soon as Uncle Huzi saw the food on the table, he started to show off his skills and ate it.
I was also hungry, and I was in trouble with Uncle Huzi.
We were eating here when suddenly, a man burst into the courtyard of the village chief's house and shouted in a crying voice: "Village Chief, something happened to that bridge again, someone died!"
"Why are you so anxious? Can't you see that I am entertaining distinguished guests? What happened?" The village chief stood up and said impatiently.
"It's your son Tiezhu. He drove his car and fell into the river. He was just rescued by the villagers. He seems to be out of breath!" the man said anxiously.
After hearing this, the village chief swayed and almost fainted. He slapped his thigh and rushed towards the gate without caring about entertaining Wang Guilin.
We didn't expect such a thing to happen, so we all got up and ran outside with the village chief.
When we came, we came in from the east side of the village. We saw the village chief walking quickly towards the west side of the village.
After about ten minutes, we arrived at the west side of the village.
When I got here, I suddenly felt that the scene here looked familiar, because I saw an old locust tree with lush branches and leaves.
This old locust tree is exactly the same as the one in Wang Guilin's dream.
It seems to be right, this place is the west end of the village.
The group passed through the old locust tree, and then I saw a river, exactly like the river in the dream.
The only thing that was different from Wang Guilin's dream was that there was now a bridge on the river, which looked quite new.
It's just that the bridge looks a little dilapidated at the moment, and the railings on the bridge are broken in several places.
In the river under the bridge, there was a brand new car floating in the water, with only the roof exposed.
Many villagers gathered on the river bank, talking about it. Among the villagers, there were two wet people, a man and a woman, who looked very young, lying motionless on the ground.
I looked at the bridge and felt like something was not right, so I opened my eyes and looked at the bridge carefully again. I suddenly felt a surge of resentment. There was no strong resentment on the entire bridge. Wrapped in red evil spirit.
This strong evil spirit startled me, and my resentment was as deep as that of the ghost couple.
While I was looking at the bridge, the village chief had already squeezed through the crowd, walked towards the two people lying on the shore, hugged the male corpse among them, and howled loudly: " Tiezhu, how many times have I told you not to walk on this bridge, why don’t you listen..."
The village chief cried heartbreakingly, dying.
I quickly locked my eyes on those two people, so I took Uncle Hu Zi and walked over there.
After finally squeezing in, I approached the village chief and said, "Don't cry yet. I'll see if the person can be saved."
Upon hearing this, the village chief quickly let go of the man in his arms and let him lie flat on the ground.
The person lying on the ground looked to be in his twenties, his face was purple, his eyes were open, and his face was a little distorted.
I first felt his pulse, then put my hand on his Tianling Cap and sensed it carefully.
After a while, I couldn't help but feel a tremor in my heart. Not only did this man make no sound, but his soul also collapsed. He was so dead that there was no possibility of survival.
I shook my head and then looked at the woman lying beside me.
This woman was also very young, probably less than twenty years old, and she was quite healthy. Her condition was much better than that of the village chief's son. Although she was not breathing, her pulse was still beating slightly, so I didn't dare to delay and quickly He took the silver needle from Uncle Huzi's hand and inserted it into several large acupoints on her body. He then stretched out a hand and placed it on her heart, pressing it hard.
Not long after, the woman spit out a lot of water and sat up from the ground suddenly.
