The purpose of calling Tang Shangning was simple. He wanted him to find people from the local special team in Wenshui County to dig out all the bones buried under the dead old locust tree and rebury them. This was a hard job. There was no fuss at all. I was afraid that Tang Shangning would forget this matter, so I emphasized it to him.
"Uncle Tang, I'm in Wenshui County." I pretended to be weak.
"It's not good to hear what you're saying, Xiao Jie, are you injured?" Tang Shangning asked with great concern.
"Yes, Uncle Tang. I'm seriously injured. I'm resting at a client's house. I probably won't be able to get out of bed and walk around for a few days." I coughed twice on purpose.
"Good guy, I didn't see you injured when we dealt with the water demon. What kind of powerful evil thing did we encounter this time?" Tang Shangning's curiosity was suddenly aroused by me.
"Uncle Tang is a thousand-year-old locust tree spirit who lives in an old forest thirty miles away in the northern suburbs of Wenshui County. She is very powerful. I was almost killed by her, but in the end I narrowly escaped with the help of my wife. I came back with my life, and although I killed the old locust tree spirit, there must be a treasure in her body, buried under that big tree. I think it might be the green soul." I said with some excitement.
"Really... With such a good thing, how can you leave it to others with your sixth-grade personality?" Tang Shangning was obviously not stupid.
"Who says it's not? Uncle Tang, I couldn't take care of myself after being beaten by that old locust tree spirit. My whole body was full of words, otherwise I wouldn't have told you about this. Maybe this Wenshui County There are powerful practitioners. If others find them, we will suffer a big loss. You should send someone to dig them out immediately. Remember, Uncle Tang, if you dig out treasures, you must share half of them with me. This matter is I told you." I said eagerly.
"It's impossible to give you half. The treasures dug out of the ground must be handed over. I can't make the decision." Uncle Tang probably believed it.
"Go...don't go. I'll call Lao Luo and ask him to go pick it up."
"Boy, it's already too late. I just informed the local special team to send someone over. By the time Ronaldinho comes over, the day lilies will be cold." Tang Shangning said with a proud smile.
"You're still too old to be cool, Uncle Tang, you are so arrogant. Come on, I admit defeat. If anything happens to your special team in the future, please don't come to me." I pretended to be angry. Hang up the phone directly.
After hanging up the phone, I was laughing so hard that I was lying in all directions.
Just ask Uncle Tang to send people to dig out the bones. They can't just throw them away. Naturally, they have to find a place to bury them again.
In this way, I handled the matter effortlessly.
It was already afternoon when I woke up. I simply washed myself and walked outside.
I came to the living room and saw Yang Xiaowu sitting next to her parents, chatting with them.
Overnight, Yang Xiaowu underwent earth-shaking changes and returned to her previous appearance.
However, there are some differences. Yang Xiaowu was 23 years old before, but now he looks about 30. This struggle will definitely take away a few years of life.
I have tried my best to become what I am now.
When Yang Xiaowu's parents saw me walking out, they were naturally very grateful. Yang Guoan immediately asked to transfer money to me. Uncle Hu Zi walked over and revealed his bank card account number.
In order to express his gratitude, Yang Guoan also specially transferred an additional 300,000 yuan and said some words of gratitude.
Yang Xiaowu came over directly, gave me a big hug, and burst into tears of excitement: "Thank you, Mr. Wu. If you hadn't come here, I would still be in my seventies. It was you who gave me this second chance." Life, how can I repay you?"
I gently pushed Yang Xiaowu away and said with a smile: "You who gave money, use money to help others to eliminate disasters. There is no such thing as repaying or not repaying, it is all as it should be."
At this time, I took a closer look at Yang Xiaowu. Although I couldn't say how beautiful she was, she looked quite elegant. After all, she lived in a good family environment.
Yang Guoan had prepared a sumptuous dinner at home and asked Uncle Hu Zi and me to hurry over and have dinner.
Full of more than thirty dishes, she also brought out decades of aging wine.
During the meal, Yang Guoan kept toasting, and I drank a few more glasses.
There was one more thing on my mind, which was to deal with Ma Haowen's affairs. Before it got dark, I ended the meal early, greeted Uncle Huzi, and headed to the village in Majia Village.
As soon as Yang Xiaowu heard that we were going to Majia Village, she said that she knew where Majia Village was because she had a classmate who lived in Majia Village.
Hearing this, I felt happy because I just needed someone to lead the way.
So, we called Yang Xiaowu, got into Uncle Hu Zi’s extended version of the Lincoln, and headed straight towards Majia Village, smoking black smoke all the way.
By the time we arrived at Majia Village, it was already dark.
At the entrance of the village, Uncle Huzi took out a box of Huazi and went to the big tree at the entrance of the village. There was a group of old men and women chatting there. I asked him to find out where Ma Haowen's home was.
Uncle Huzi was a good talker and good at building relationships. After a while, he turned back and said to me: "Young Master, I have found out clearly that more than 20 years ago, there was indeed a Yin-Yang Mr. Ma Wenhao in their village. , specializes in looking after people in Shiliba Village. When he was helping people look after things more than 20 years ago, he suddenly disappeared and never came back again. Their home is at the south end of the village, and the third home is. "
Then the three of us walked towards Ma Haowen's home.
The third house at the south end of the village was easy to find.
This is a very old house. One part of the courtyard wall has collapsed, and the courtyard door is also an old wooden door from decades ago.
It seems that the situation at Ma Haowen's family is not optimistic.
Uncle Hu Zi quickly knocked on the door. An old lady about sixty years old opened the door, looked at us with some confusion and said, "Who are you looking for?"
"Hello, are Ma Haowen's family here?" I asked politely.
"He was my man. He died twenty years ago." The old lady looked very calm when she said this.
"Mom, who's here?" A young man's voice suddenly came over, and not long after, a boy in his mid-twenties came over.
Yang Xiaowu beside me suddenly shouted excitedly: "Senior Ma!"
"Xiao Yang, why are you here?" The young man said very excitedly.
"I knew you were in Majia Village, but I didn't know you actually lived here." Yang Xiaowu said happily.
Good guy, it turns out that Yang Xiaowu and Ma Haowen's son know each other, and they seem to be classmates. What a coincidence.
