"Do you really want to dig?"
The commoner servants holding the shovels looked at each other in confusion. They were just servants. Although Prince Le had issued a notice saying that they would dig, if something unexpected happened...
As the saying goes, the county magistrate is not as good as the current person in charge.
If we have to dig up the grave of the old patriarch and pry open the coffin, what will we do if the old patriarch who has been dead for more than a month does not come back to life.
Who will quell the young master's anger at that time? Naturally, he will not be able to trouble Prince Le who posted the notice, so he will only be able to trouble the servants who opened the coffin.
Alas, I am a prostituted servant. I can only do whatever my master orders me to do. Even if I suffer in the end, I can only endure it by myself.
The servants didn't dare to do anything, for fear of losing their lives accidentally.
Everyone turned their attention to the young master who was surrounded by people, waiting for his instructions.
The young head of the family is still very young, with only a few beards on his fair and clean face, and he is dressed in a very wealthy style.
He stood in front of the grave of his recently deceased father, looking at the stone tablet with deep eyes.
"Oh, eldest nephew. It's not my fault. The resurrection of the dead is too mysterious. I think it's too unreliable..."
Standing next to him was the second uncle of his family. He had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and was known to be mean and stingy. His eyes were darting around like a mouse, and he couldn't stop thinking about the grave.
Since the old man died and the young family head was too young to take care of all the family business alone, the second uncle naturally stepped forward to share the worries for his nephew and settle the accounts together with the affairs.
The business wasn't doing very well, but a lot of money was wiped off the account and went into the pocket of the second uncle. He was making a lot of money these days.
A notice was posted in Jiangcheng today, and the second uncle's heart skipped a beat. Although the resurrection of the dead was too mysterious and probably not true.
But what if the old guy really comes back to life... The kid is easy to deal with. The young family owner can't see the hands and feet in the ledger, but it's impossible for the old family owner who has been in the business field all his life not to see it.
If the old master really comes back to life today, then he will be doomed by then...
So he tried his best to prevent the coffin from being opened, both secretly and openly.
"Eldest nephew, since your father and my eldest brother are gone, let him go in peace. You said that if we open the coffin so rashly, it would be a huge sin to disturb his sleep. "
The second uncle can talk, after all, he can't stop him from opening the coffin, otherwise he will be too suspicious, so he can only use a gentle policy to persuade his nephew first.
As long as the Young Patriarch and he did not agree to open the coffin, even if the people from Prince Le's Mansion came, they would not be able to force the coffin to be opened without their consent.
"Second uncle is right."
The young master nodded.
"That is to say, even Prince Le cannot force us to dig graves. This has not been true since ancient times."
The second uncle hurriedly echoed a few words, and then waved his hand at the servants holding shovels, signaling them to leave quickly.
The servants had no choice but to leave the tomb.
But just after taking a few steps away, he saw a young book boy in green running over in a hurry, almost out of breath, and rushed in front of the young family head.
"Hmph hum hum hum... Young Master... over there... dead people..."
The book boy may have been running too fast. He was panting with his mouth wide open, talking anxiously, and pointing to a certain place in the distance.
The boy who came here was the Young Patriarch's companion. He had grown up with the Young Patriarch since he was a child. He barely knew some poetry and was also very clever. The Young Patriarch regarded him as a confidant.
The young family head looked in the direction of the book boy, but because it was too far away, he couldn't see clearly. There were mass graves there. Many poor people died and had no money to buy a cemetery, so they just dug a hole here and buried them.
There were a lot of people gathered there now, but it was hard to see what was going on. Occasionally, one could hear the happy voices of a few people following the wind. I couldn't hear it clearly, it was probably something like "alive again".
"Master, the dead over there are alive! It's true!"
The book boy finally managed to catch his breath. He pointed to the place where the commotion occurred in the distance and said loudly. His voice was so loud that the servants around him who didn't know what was going on had expressions of surprise on their faces and stretched their necks to look over.
"Asshole! What nonsense are you talking about here? How can a dead person be alive?"
The second uncle was shocked and scolded loudly with a straight face.
"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes. After the dead man was dug up, there was no rotten spot on the body. Later, the dead man's husband shouted a few words, and the dead wife actually came back to life. It's true... …”
The book boy was chattering about what he had learned. While he was talking, he was gesticulating with his fingers. He was usually a very polite person, but now he was as crazy as a madman.
"You bastard!"
When the second uncle saw the boy dancing around, he became angry and raised his hand to give the boy a big mouth.
Snapped--
There was a bright red slap on the book boy's face.
"Oh, I...I..."
He still wanted to say something, but when he saw his second uncle raising his hands high again, looking like he was going to hit him again, he could only endure the grievance and dare not say any more.
"You bastard bitch! You are talking nonsense here, I have to beat you to death today!"
The second uncle will not let the anger in his heart subside just because the book boy shuts up. He uses the evil fire in his heart to give this ignorant little book boy some color and let the book boy know who has the final say in this family.
Hands raised high...
Bang! But he was firmly grasped by the young master.
"Eldest nephew, what are you..."
"Second uncle, don't get so angry. He's just a servant, why bother with him. Besides, I asked him to inquire about the situation."
Although the young head of the family is young, he is not the kind of nerd who only reads books about sages, nor is he a playboy who is industrious and indifferent to grain.
He followed his father around when he was very young and has seen a lot of the world. Although he is not as smooth and sophisticated as his father, he still has a lot of eyes on people and is not someone who can be deceived at will.
Although he was not very clear about the tricks his second uncle was doing behind the scenes, he could still guess a few things. However, since the other party was his elder after all, it was difficult to turn against him directly, so he turned a blind eye. That’s all.
"My eldest nephew, you don't really believe what this bastard says. When a person dies, he is dead. How can he be resurrected after more than a month..."
The second uncle looked at his nephew several times. He thought he was a soft persimmon who was easy to bully, but he didn't expect that his words just cut off his escape route.
Let me first say that the book boy is just a servant, and point out the identity difference between himself and the other party. A master beats and scolds a servant for a trivial matter, which makes the surrounding servants think what they think. After all, this is outside and not outside. Home.
In the end, the book boy is still his. It means that even if you beat a dog, you still have to look after the owner. I am still here and you have no right to point fingers at my servants.
"My eldest nephew, my second uncle is all doing this for your own good. Look at these dog slaves, they are just servants but they dare to be disrespectful to their master..."
The second uncle still wanted to make a few quibbles.
The young master no longer looked at him, but waved to the servants holding the shovel in their hands, gesturing for them to come forward.
"Big nephew! You don't want to dig a grave anymore, do you? No! No way!"
Seeing that he couldn't persuade the determined young master, the second uncle simply changed his target and started to make trouble. He turned around and stood in front of the tombstone, and then began a tearful performance:
"Brother! I'm sorry for you. My eldest nephew didn't listen to my advice and insisted on digging your grave. Tell me where there are sons who dug my grave from ancient times to the present. Brother, it's your brother and I'm useless. I didn’t help you educate this son well…”
It was really wailing. The second uncle covered his face with his sleeves and cried at the top of his lungs.
Don't you want to open a grave? You can't open the grave if I make such a fuss. No matter you come up to persuade me or plan to ignore it, I can rely on my old skills to spend time with you here.
This second uncle is so kind-hearted and full of bad intentions.
He couldn't cry, so he could only wipe the corners of his eyes with saliva a few times, and then howled hard.
The servants looked at each other in confusion for a while. Several old servants had already understood the bad intentions of the second uncle. They all looked angry and anxious, and they wanted to come over and take the second uncle away.
But as a servant, I had no choice but to stamp my feet on the spot.
The second uncle was secretly feeling happy when he suddenly felt a strong kick in the back.
boom!
The whole person rushed forward and hit the tombstone with his head. His head was badly bruised and bloody.
"Ouch...blood! It's bleeding!"
This was not a slight pain, there was a burning pain on my forehead, and then it was stained red when I stretched out my hand to touch it.
The second uncle was shocked and frightened. Before he could get up, he heard his eldest nephew say:
"Second uncle, why were you so careless? You fell and hit the tombstone."
The young master would not admit that he was the one who kicked him out just now. When the servants around him saw it, they could only pretend not to know, but they all had forced smiles on their faces.
"Why don't you hurry up and help my second uncle up? Send him to the hospital soon. The doctor will bandage him carefully."
Two sturdy servants came over, lifted up the second uncle who was still bleeding from the forehead, and walked straight into Jiangcheng without saying a word.
"Oh, what are you doing? I... No, eldest nephew, you listen to my second uncle..."
The two servants walked very quickly, dragging the second uncle and disappearing like flying.
Well, the eyesore is gone.
All the servants turned their attention to the young master in the middle. At this time, everyone's eyes were no longer on their young master, but on the real master.
"alright……"
The young head of the family scratched the corners of his eyebrows. He still didn't like this feeling. Maybe he was still used to staying under his father's wings. It was still a bit immature to stand up and manage Feng Yu on his own.
He waved.
"Open the grave."
The servants agreed, and they came forward one by one. First they kowtowed respectfully to the tombstone, and then they swung their shovels to dig up the grave that had just been buried for a month.
Soon I saw the black nanmu coffin.
"Open the coffin."
Bang bang bang! Several people smashed the nails out of the coffin, and then pushed the lid open with a combined force.
"...Why is it dawning?"
The young master, who was quite stable at first, rolled and crawled to the side of the coffin. He still lacked the majesty he had just now, like a child who had been wronged outside.
"father……"
…
At the same time, Zhang Yueban, who was running around like crazy in Jiangcheng Station, suddenly froze.
He wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth at a loss, and then looked at the fluffy and scattered hair and the dirty and messy clothes on his body:
"What's wrong with me?"
