Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren arrived in Badong County.
Badong County is surrounded by mountains and close to the Yangtze River. The scenery is very beautiful, just like a paradise.
Lao Xiang's hometown is in a village under the jurisdiction of Badong County, called Xiangshui Village.
Ye Qiu and Chang Mei took the bus for more than an hour before arriving at Xiangshui Village from the county seat. After some inquiries, they found Lao Xiang's hometown.
Lao Xiang's hometown is a tile-roofed house, located among the green mountains, quiet and remote.
From a distance, Ye Qiu and Master Changmei saw an elegiac couplet with black and white letters hanging on the door of the tile-roofed house.
Very eye-catching.
Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren walked into the courtyard and found that except for an old man who was guarding the door, there was no one in sight. It was a bit too deserted.
"Hello, does Lao Xiang live here?" Ye Qiu asked.
The old man at the door looked up and saw two strangers, and asked warily: "Who are you?"
"We are colleagues of Lao Xiang." Ye Qiu said: "The hospital heard that Lao Xiang's father died of illness, so they sent me to visit."
The vigilance on the old man's face disappeared. He quickly stood up and said enthusiastically: "It turns out they are his colleagues. I'm sorry for neglecting you."
Ye Qiu asked: "Where is Lao Xiangren?"
"Oh, forget it." The old man sighed and said, "They went to the cemetery, and those damn people dug out the coffin of Lao Xiang's father from the grave."
Ye Qiu frowned and asked, "Uncle, what on earth is going on?"
The old man said: "It's like this. Last year our town began to advocate changing customs and called on everyone to be cremated after death. For this purpose, we spent millions to build a funeral parlor."
"But after people here die, they all pay attention to burial. This has been the case for thousands of years, so the business of the funeral parlor is very bad."
"At the beginning of the year, this funeral parlor was contracted by a second-rate guy from our town."
"Since then, our town has been in a state of chaos caused by this second-rate man."
When the old man said this, he looked angry and continued: "This second-rate guy has gathered a bunch of henchmen since he contracted the funeral home, and then they will make trouble whenever there is a death in any home."
"If it is sent to a funeral home for cremation, they will take the opportunity to sell wreaths, paper money and other items at high prices. For less than 20,000 yuan, the family members will not be able to get the ashes at all. But if any family is unwilling to be cremated, they will make endless troubles and even extort money.
, or worse, fighting and hurting others.”
"There were a few families in the town who had died, and they were unwilling to have them cremated or spend money to end the matter. In the end, they were beaten and disabled by the gang."
Ye Qiu asked: "No one cares?"
"Control?" the old man sighed: "Forget it, there was still someone to take care of it at first. Later, when there were more such things, no one took care of it. Sometimes when people from relevant departments came, they said that cremation complied with the policy and even persuaded the family members.
Send the dead to be cremated.”
"I heard that the second-rate guy has a deep background. There are people in the county, and the town doesn't dare to offend him."
"No, after Lao Xiang's father died of illness, that second-rate man came again with a group of scoundrels and asked Lao Xiang to send his father to the funeral parlor for cremation."
"Lao Xiang told his father before his death that he would be buried with his mother after his death. Lao Xiang was a filial son, so naturally he could not go against his father's wishes."
"In order to calm the matter, Lao Xiang gave five thousand yuan to that second-rate guy yesterday, hoping that they would show their favor."
"Who knows, that second-rate guy thought he had insufficient money and wanted Lao Xiang to take 50,000 yuan."
"Lao Xiang didn't want to, so he quarreled with the second-rate guy. The second-rate guy slapped Lao Xiang in front of everyone, and when he left, he said that if Lao Xiang didn't send his father to the funeral parlor for cremation, then he would take him with him.
People dig graves."
"No, Lao Xiang's father was buried just at noon, and that second-rate man came with people and an excavator. Now they are all in the cemetery."
When the old man said this, he cursed angrily: "Lao Xiang's father went to the battlefield when he was young and killed big soldiers on the Yalu River. He was a true fighting model. I didn't expect that he would suffer such a crime after his death.
"
"These damned people will die a happy death sooner or later."
Ye Qiu hurriedly asked: "Uncle, where is the cemetery? We want to see it."
The old man pointed to the road in front of his door and said, "Go east along this road and you'll be there in one mile."
"Okay, thank you." After Ye Qiu said that, he took Master Changmei to the cemetery.
A few minutes later.
The two came to the cemetery.
The cemetery is at the foot of a mountain. At this time, hundreds of villagers gathered here.
Ye Qiu glanced at it and saw that a new grave had been dug up by an excavator, and a dark coffin was exposed to the sun.
Lao Xiang was lying on the coffin, his face covered in blood.
Next to Lao Xiang, a short-haired man in a floral shirt, accompanied by several mature men, was shouting curses.
"Xiang, I gave you the opportunity yesterday to send this old guy to the funeral parlor for cremation. You don't know how to praise him."
"Let me tell you, cremation does not occupy people's land and does not pollute the environment. This is the national policy, and I act in accordance with the policy."
"Get out of my way right now, otherwise, I'll kill you."
The short-haired man held a steel rod in his hand. After speaking, he banged the coffin several times with the steel rod, and then said arrogantly to the villagers who were watching: "And you, remember them all."
"From now on, when someone dies in the family, they must be sent to my funeral home for cremation. If anyone dares to bury him privately, don't blame me for being ruthless."
"The surname Xiang is a lesson learned from the past."
After the short-haired man finished speaking, he raised the steel pipe in his hand and slammed it towards Lao Xiang.
However, at this moment.
"ah……"
The short-haired man suddenly screamed in pain and dropped the steel rod to the ground.
This made the onlookers puzzled for a while.
"Brother Jun, what's wrong with you?" asked a strong man next to him.
The short-haired man looked down and saw a long golden needle pierced through his wrist, and blood overflowed from both ends of the needle.
"Brother Jun, are you injured?" The strong man who spoke before shouted: "Who is the one who plotted against my brother Jun? If you have the guts, stand up for me!"
Ye Qiu and Master Changmei walked over.
Soon, the eyes of everyone present fell on Ye Qiu and Master Changmei.
Because they are new faces.
"Director!" When Lao Xiang saw Ye Qiu, he was startled for a moment, then a surprise appeared on his face. He quickly stood up and said, "Director, why are you here?"
"I heard that your father passed away from illness, so I came here to see you."
After Ye Qiu finished speaking, his eyes fell on the short-haired man and said coldly: "If you dig into someone's grave in broad daylight, will your conscience be eaten by a dog?"
