Chapter 81. [Case thirteen] Get to the bottom of it, thank you for the crown of xsdf1)
Although Hu Zongren just mentioned it casually, I thought about it carefully and said to Hu Zongren, that is unlikely. Think about it, if you meet a bad guy on the road, and they abuse you for a while, among several people
, you must die first. Besides, even if the three of them were suddenly bombed by a plane or buried together by a mountain collapse, these three should have been enemies of each other in life. How could they work together to be the second best?
If nothing else, your coincidence is too great and too ridiculous.
Hu Zongren scratched his head in embarrassment and said with a smile, "No, I will just give you a few reference opinions." I carefully reviewed the clues I had so far, and began to stick to my own ideas. So I
I asked Master Deng, before the liberation of the Republic of China, were there any famous and big landowners in your village? Master Deng thought for a while and said, yes, there were more than one family. I said you have heard about it, right? After all, you are not
A person from that era. Master Deng smiled and said, although I am not a person from that era, I have been born and raised here all my life. Every year during the Qingming Festival, people from outside the country go to the mountain to burn incense and worship their ancestors, and their ancestral graves are here.
Mikami. I told Master Deng, with the population flow, how can you be so sure that the people who come back to worship their ancestors are the descendants of the landlords? Master Deng said, isn’t this easy? Our village is already relatively poor, like
When the poor people of my grandfather's generation died, they would just find a barren slope, dig a hole and bury it. After filling it with soil, they would build a grave with stones. It was good enough for the poor people to have a place to bury themselves, such as tombstones.
I don’t even dare to think about it. My grandfather was buried on a field ridge. There is no tombstone. After so many years, I can’t tell where the grave is and where the real field ridge is. I don’t know if the earth was dug up during the land reclamation.
It was planed.
Master Deng said it in an understatement, but from his expression it was still clear that as a descendant, he was helpless about the social environment of his ancestors. Master Deng went on to say that in that era, only the rich people who could build a big tomb were
, it is easy to distinguish. There are still many old graves in the village that have been buried for nearly a hundred years. The poor are buried in mud and the rich are buried in the grave.
That is, only when a rich person dies can he have the capital to build a tomb. Master Deng said that the people who come every year during the Qingming Festival are the descendants of the rich people at that time. I asked Master Deng if those wealthy families in the village had no descendants.
Did they stay? Master Deng said of course they did. They were all those who did not follow them to the city. They stayed here after liberation. After their land was confiscated, they became farmers honestly. Every year during the Qingming Festival, I heard
Relatives in the city were coming back to pay homage and sweep graves, so they prepared incense, candles, money and paper in advance, and then prepared meals. Quan took this opportunity to walk around during the wedding. Master Deng paused and said, if you want to investigate the cheongsam nv
I don't dare to tell you which family it is, but those graves still have descendants in the village, and everyone is acquaintances. If you want to inquire, I can take you with me.
Hu Zongren was happy when he heard it. He quickly told Master Deng, "That's great. Why didn't you say it earlier, old man? Hahahaha."
I stood up and told Aunt Deng, who was listening in confusion, that this might be our only chance. Now let's follow Master Deng to visit the descendants of those graves. If we still can't find them,
If the answer is yes, we can only take your daughter to Chongqing and let our master there try to rescue her through force. I'm not lying, this is the only way out that I can think of at the moment. If I and
Hu Zongren really couldn't handle it, so he had no choice but to go to Chongqing and ask Situ to help fight the ghosts. Aunt Deng probably saw that I was serious, so she agreed repeatedly. So Hu Zongren and I got up and left Aunt Deng's house with Master Deng.
's yard.
The mountain road was rugged and it was inconvenient to drive my car. Master Deng warmly invited us to ride on his motorcycle, so the three of us were stacked up like a sandwich. I was in the middle, and Hu Zongren, who was taller, sat at the end.
But this guy seemed to be quite afraid of motorcycles, so he would put his arms around my waist from time to time. Although it was disgusting, I couldn't turn around and slap him because I was also afraid of falling off the car. So for a moment, I was full of passion.
After a bumpy ride, we stopped beside a few thatched huts that looked like an old house, but the walls had collapsed and were built using the original stone piles. The happy cries of chickens came from the huts. In addition,
There is also a bungalow in this small yard, which is about the same size as Aunt Deng’s house. The difference is that there is no three-story building. An uncle is peeling corn kernels, biting a piece of dry tobacco in his mouth. At first glance, it looks like
Mr. Chow Yun-fat was smoking a cigar. He looked rosy and in good health. When he saw Master Deng taking me and Hu Zongren out of the car, he shouted very enthusiastically, Mr. Deng Duan, what kind of wind blew your ass?
Come to my house, you are really a rare visitor. In addition to joking, it also shows the friendliness of the villagers in this village to each other.
Master Deng took us to the yard, introduced us a little, and said that Hu Zongren and I were his colleagues from Chongqing. Then he asked the uncle, Lao Deng, about Yang XX’s eldest daughter, what do you think about it?
Do you still remember Daisa? It seems that this uncle also has the surname Deng. This obviously prevents me from writing novels properly. I can’t tell the difference. Uncle Deng looks about the same age as Master Deng, but he looks physically better than Master Deng.
Better. Uncle Deng put the corn he was peeling into a dustpan at the door, then wiped his hands repeatedly on his waist, and said while carrying stools for us all, of course I remember, at that time
I came to see you. The whole village is helping to find a solution. What's wrong? Is his daughter feeling better?
Master Deng pursed his lips and shook his head and said, I told you at the time that I was pestered by a sinister person. How can I get better? Not only did it not get better, it has become more and more serious now. From what these two little brothers said, the situation
It seems that the eldest girl is just looking at this level. After passing it, she will be safe. If she can't pass, there will be a new grave. When talking about this, Master Deng's face was a little sad, and the smoke was on his wrinkled and wrinkled face.
In the corners of his dark-skinned eyes, he had squinty eyes. I understood what he meant. No matter what, it is not a happy thing to see a life running out and disappearing. So I interrupted and asked Uncle Deng, "Yes."
In this way, we asked one of our seniors to use some methods to look at the girl and found that she was currently haunted by three Yin people. According to our guess, one of the Yin people might be the female dependents of a wealthy local family before liberation.
She is probably a concubine. I heard from Master Deng that your family is the descendant of one of the rich families, so I came to ask. If there is no such thing in your ancestors, we will change it to another family.
Uncle Deng probably didn't believe that Hu Zongren and I were so young, so he looked at Master Deng. Master Deng nodded and said, do you know why I came to you? Because I heard my father say that there is someone in your ancestors.
The prodigal has done bad things, so he came to you first. Master Deng turned to the two of us and said, Uncle Deng’s grandfather had three brothers. They were landlords here before liberation. The eldest grandfather was in business. At that time, we were in Pengnan Field.
The only opium shop was opened by his eldest grandfather. His second grandfather joined the army and was a subordinate of Liu Xiang at that time. His third grandfather had been a fan since he was a child. The emperor loved the eldest son and the common people loved their youngest son, so his third grandfather later went to get high with Brother Pao.
He also became an uncle. Later, when the second grandfather was suppressing bandits, he beat the third grandfather to death. The second grandfather felt that he had no shame to go home. Later, he ran away to someone who knows where. There was no news, and the elder grandfather was the only one left in the family.
, something happened to them. After the liberation, the troops confiscated their home, and the family was separated.
Perhaps because he heard Master Deng talk about his family's past, Uncle Deng also felt a little sympathetic. He added, I am the grandson of my great-grandfather. My great-grandfather had three wives in total, and my grandma was the third wife. Later, the land disappeared.
My father was arrested and sent to a labor camp, and everyone in my family was separated. It was only in the past twenty years that we came to find our roots and get in touch with each other. Hu Zongren asked Uncle Deng, why didn’t you leave? Uncle Deng said, I want to
The ancestral property was kept until the end. My grandfather and great-great-grandfather struggled all their lives to have this property. As a result, it became national property in one day. All the land in the mountains nearby belonged to our Deng family!
Master Deng said with a smile, I am not named Deng, so it is a good thing to give it to the people. Master Deng said to me and Hu Zongren, you don’t know that their family used to have a lot of land. There were many poor people in the village at that time, and they
Grandpa also has a temperament of a rich man. An old woman from a foreign country came to beg for food, but he kicked her out. After the old woman left, she wanted to poop halfway, but she said angrily that she was just a poop, and I also
I didn’t pull it to be used as fertilizer in your Deng family’s field! As a result, I kept walking and walked over the mountains for a day and night. I couldn’t hold it in any longer and pulled it. As a result, a passing villager said to the old woman, you damn old woman, you
Lange was shitting in the field of Deng’s family!
Hu Zongren and I both laughed, and Uncle Deng himself laughed and said that this was actually just a joke that everyone was talking about at that time, that is, how wide the land of our Deng family was in that year. Uncle Deng laughed for a while and then sighed.
Said, it's a pity that the family is in decline. Apart from these shabby houses, our Deng family only has the grave on the mountain. Hu Zongren asked Uncle Deng again, did any of the female relatives in your ancestors have their hands and feet cut off before they died?
Then cut off the tongue and gouge out the eyes?
As soon as Hu Zongren asked this question, a surprised expression appeared on Uncle Deng's face. This expression told me that I was so lucky that I found the right family in the first place to settle down. Uncle Deng was stunned for a moment.
After the meeting, he said to Hu Zongren, this...how do you know this...? Hu Zongren glanced at me, his eyes full of excitement. He replied to Uncle Deng, "Didn't I just say that we invited an old man?"
Senior helped me see it. So, do you know that your ancestors had such a female dependent? Uncle Deng didn't seem to have come to his senses. He hesitated and said, "Only our own family knows about this matter."
No one else in the village knew about it. Because it was a scandal, we never told the public, not even my son or daughter. I said to Uncle Deng, uncle, human life is at stake, you must tell us.