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Chapter 70 Something Happened!
"Boss Chen, I just told your uncle that after these old houses are demolished, next year our village may plan scenic spots, widen the roads, and renovate Ganquan Temple. I can help your uncle fight for these projects!"

Wang Jianhong was squatting on the field ridge, smoking the dry tobacco cheerfully. The task assigned to him by his superiors was not expected to be solved so easily by him, and it also saved a sum of money for the village. He was very happy.

"That's kind, thank you, Captain Wang!" Chen Muyu smiled, and cast a look at Chen Jianli beside him, this trip was not in vain.

Chen Jianli patted his chest and said, "Captain Wang, let's not talk about anything else. You can leave the matter of your village to me. You can rest assured that I will keep it to your satisfaction!"

As long as the money is in place, everything is easy to talk about, building houses, roads, designing, and qualifications. Chen Jianli has been working in this industry for so long and knows a lot of people. It's a bad job.

Even recently, Chen Jianli planned to recruit a few friends and start his own construction company. This order from Ganquan Village might just be an opportunity.

"Good talk, good talk!"

Wang Jianhong handed over two cigarettes. Although Chen Muyu didn't smoke, he still accepted it. After all, this was considered a courtesy.

"correct!"

At this time, Wang Jianhong seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and said to Chen Muyu, "Boss Chen, I forgot to tell you something!"

"What's the matter?" Chen Muyu raised his eyebrows.

"It's like this. There is an ancestral hall in our village. There are some things stored in it. Some of them should be nanmu wood. I just don't know if Boss Chen is interested. If he likes it, he will take it away with the car in a while!" Wang Jianhong said. At this point, the expression on his face suddenly became a little embarrassed, "It's just that this thing is a bit special, I'm afraid that Boss Chen will not respond to you!"

"Oh? I don't know what it is?"

Chen Muyu was a little surprised. Is there any stock left in this village?
"Let's take a look together, and then we'll talk!"

Wang Jianhong didn't have the nerve to say so, so he jumped down from the ridge of the field, and pulled Chen Muyu towards the ancestral hall. Chen Jianli was okay, so he followed.

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Royal Ancestral Hall.

The place is not small. In the current rural areas, there are not many places that still have ancestral halls. The ancestral hall in Ganquan Village is relatively well preserved.

This ancestral hall is a bit old, at least a hundred years old, with a wooden tile structure, and the walls are made of straw and mud, painted with a layer of white ash.

Under the baptism of the years, the white ash has almost fallen off, and the walls are also very mottled. Every year, during the festivals, some old people in the village will come here to clean the ancestors and burn incense.

It looks dilapidated, and I am afraid that in a few years, this ancestral hall will be abandoned and become history.

The ancestral hall is not within the scope of demolition this time. After all, this is the ancestral hall, and Murakami may have other plans.

Pushing open the door, a musty smell hits the face.

The altar is filled with layers of tablets. There is an incense altar in the middle, which is full of dust. There is a large area next to it, which has been used by the villagers to pile up firewood. It seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time. Looks more like a storage place.

The light is not good, it is gloomy, if a person comes to this kind of place, it is really a bit creepy.

"Boss Chen, look, that's all!"

Wang Jianhong pointed to a corner and said to Chen Muyu.

Looking in the direction of Wang Jianhong's finger, Chen Muyu couldn't help but twitched.

I saw that in the dark corner, there were at least twenty or thirty coffins piled up layer upon layer.

Some are red, some are black, and some are unpainted.

"The nanmu wood you mentioned, are these?"

Chen Muyu didn't know what kind of expression it was on his face, after all, human instinct, it's a bit unlucky to be attached to this thing.

Wang Jianhong laughed dryly and nodded. He also knew that this kind of thing is difficult for ordinary people to accept. If he was asked to carry the coffin to his home, he would not do it! .

"Old Wang, this thing of yours is a bit..." Chen Jianli held back a few words, but he didn't say anything. This thing is indeed a bit hard to describe.

Wang Jianhong explained embarrassingly, "These things have been piled up here for several years. At that time, the nanmu in the village had not yet been listed, and the old people in the village liked to use nanmu for their birthdays. Didn't they advocate cremation these years? It’s just piled up here, and it hasn’t been dealt with…”

While Wang Jianhong was speaking, Chen Muyu had pulled out the system and scanned the pile of coffins.

Although not all of them are nanmu coffins, there are more than 20 nanmu coffins here, and there is even a gold thread among them.

Very tempting.

But it happens to be a coffin. It feels like someone has added xiang to your meal.

"Boss Chen, if you like these things, just take them away, and you won't be charged any fees. Take it as compensation for helping us demolish the house this time!"

It turned out that Wang Jianhong had always been worried. Chen Muyu didn't want money to help him demolish the house, just for the little nanmu wood in the house. If it was demolished and compensated, he would lose face. That's why he thought of going to the ancestral hall. of this pile of stuff.

Although it is a coffin, it is a bit unlucky, but after all, many of these are solid nanmu wood, which can be seen and touched. If Chen Muyu wants it, he can take it directly. Boss Chen saw that he had lost money and asked for something to say.

I have to say that Wang Jianhong really thought too much.

"There's nothing in here, right?"

Chen Jianli walked over holding his nose, pushed aside a coffin and looked inside.

Wang Jianhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't worry, it wasn't dug out from the ground. It's never been used. People in the village used to store millet and wheat..."

Chen Jianli clapped his hands, and walked to Chen Muyu's side, "Xiao Yu, I think it's better to forget it, it always feels a bit unlucky, if you pull this thing back, your father might beat you to death..."

"Uh……"

Wang Jianhong next to him laughed dryly.

Chen Muyu thought for a while, "Third Uncle, get a few people to come over, dismantle these coffins, load them into a truck and take them away!"

"No, this thing..." Third Uncle's face twitched slightly.

Chen Muyu waved his hand, "Tear it down, it's just wood, let's do it!"

The third uncle had no choice but to think that even if it was demolished, it would still be a coffin board, but since Chen Muyu insisted, he could only do so.

Although Chen Muyu also felt a sense of disapproval, but anyway, he just passed it off, and then resold it, no matter what bad luck he has!

"Uncle Jianhong!"

At this moment, a young man suddenly barged in from the takeaway. Before he arrived, the voice came first, "Something happened, Mr. Jianhong!"

This young man should be from the village, and Chen Muyu's heart skipped a beat when he looked at him in a hurry.

problem occurs?
Third Uncle's face also changed slightly, don't tell me something happened to the workers he brought?

"what happened?"

Seeing the young man screaming, Wang Jianhong hurried over to meet him.

The young man took a few breaths, pointed outside, and said, "A car overturned into the reservoir!"

(End of this chapter)