Zhao Menglin truly regarded Yang Haoran as his benefactor, so he was not stingy when thanking him.
According to Yang Haoran's proposal, Zhao Menglin split half of the equity in Yuzhou City's amusement park and the largest hospital into Fan Tingting's name.
Although Fan Tingting was young, she knew how valuable this gift was and was very frightened.
"Brother, these things are too valuable, you better not give them to me!"
Yang Haoran just smiled: "It's just an external possession. I give these to you just to give you the confidence to settle down and live your life.
In a few years, you may not even care about these things."
Many things are destined, and Fan Tingting is destined to become a practitioner.
For a practitioner, no matter how much money you have, it is just a number.
Fan Tingting looked surprised: "How could it be? This is such a big sum of money that I can't even count it!"
Yang Haoran did not explain. There were some things that Fan Tingting would not understand if she had not experienced them before.
Zhao Zichen recovered well and became a lively young man again, even stronger than before.
Zhao Quan'an, on the other hand, could hardly be seen, and even when he was seen, he slept continuously.
There was no other way, so the old man gave him a death order and started a new round of human-creation plans.
The Zhao family was a little more energetic than before. Zhao Menglin was in a good mood and was even more grateful to Yang Haoran.
"Master Yang, the kindness you gave to our Zhao family is too great, and what you ask for is too little. I always feel guilty!"
Yang Haoran smiled: "What a coincidence, this time I will take the initiative to ask for something from your Zhao family."
"Master Yang, just ask, as long as we have it, don't mention one, it doesn't matter how many."
Yang Haoran paused slightly and looked around, and Zhao Menglin suddenly woke up.
"You guys go out first, no one can disturb you without my order."
"Yes, Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Menglin's men retreated, leaving only Zhao Menglin and Yang Haoran in the room.
Yang Haoran smiled and then said: "Do you still remember that I said a few days ago that these strange diseases in your family are related to the occupation of your ancestors?"
Zhao Menglin looked cautious, nodded hesitantly, and thought of something at the same time.
"I still remember, is there anything else wrong?"
"There is indeed something inappropriate. Your family's ancestors, counting from Zhao Zichen, were not only grave robbers, but also took out things they shouldn't have.
It is precisely because of this that it left troubles for future generations, and that thing still has an impact on your family to this day."
Zhao Menglin looked horrified. If it still had an impact, wouldn't it mean that the Zhao family would have to experience the same fear as before?
"Please Master Yang to save people to the end and give me some advice!"
"What I am asking for from you is exactly what your ancestors brought out.
As long as the cause and effect between you is cut off, the influence will naturally disappear."
Zhao Menglin looked surprised: "But, but I don't know where that thing is!"
Yang Haoran laughed: "You must have never seen that thing, but you definitely know the location.
Could it be that you can’t even find your ancestral grave?”
"Hiss, Master Yang means that that thing is in my ancestral grave?"
Yang Haoran nodded: "It's definitely not wrong, otherwise the three of you, grandson and grandson would not be implicated.
You just need to tell me the location of your ancestral grave, and I will naturally take out the thing.
And don’t worry, I will never destroy your family’s ancestral graves.” 67 Novels
Zhao Menglin looked embarrassed: "Master Yang, I absolutely trust you.
But this matter is indeed a bit troublesome, because there are two ancestral graves in my family.
The earliest ancestral grave in my family, where the last ancestor of the Zhao family is buried, is my great-great-grandfather.
The location of that ancestral grave has not been handed down.
If it weren't for your reminder, I wouldn't have known about these things."
Yang Haoran looked at Zhao Menglin's expression, quite anxious, and he didn't seem to be lying.
"It doesn't matter, since the cause and effect are not broken, we can naturally find it.
But I want to borrow someone from you, and I need to take your grandson Zhao Zichen with me."
"Master Yang is also doing it for our Zhao family. I will let Zi Chen make preparations and set off as you go."
The ancestral home of the Zhao family is in Ningyang County, three hundred miles away from Yuzhou City. Ningyang County is located at the end of the Ningyang Mountains and is still a poor mountainous area.
The Zhao family's ancestral tomb is located in a small mountain village in the Ningyang Mountains. Every year, the Zhao family returns to their hometown to pay respects.
This time, Zhao Menglin personally led the team and rushed to Ningyang County with Zhao Zichen in accordance with Yang Haoran's request.
A small mountain village with a small population and few residents.
This is the ancestral home of the Zhao family and the place where the Zhao family’s ancestral graves are located.
After the Zhao family became prosperous, they repaired the original ancestral tomb.
A mountain road has been built that leads directly to the ancestral graves, so you can drive there directly.
In front of the mausoleum, a large open space has been built as a parking lot.
Two villagers are employed all year round to take care of and clean the tomb.
Zhao Menglin had long been notified of his visit to the ancestral tomb, and the two tombkeepers had been waiting at the entrance of the tomb.
Zhao Zichen followed Zhao Menglin, not very happy.
He hated this kind of environment in the wild mountains, especially when he heard that Yang Haoran would be used as a tool, so he was naturally even more resistant.
Fan Tingting is very happy, because Qingchuan City where she lives is located in the plains, and it is rare to see mountains.
So it felt very novel, and my two eyes felt a bit inadequate.
Zhao Zichen looked disgusted: "What's so good about a place like this? Look at you, you look like you've never seen the world!"
Fan Tingting made a grimace: "I want to see it, but do you want you to take care of it?
Don’t forget that it was my eldest brother who saved your life. If you don’t obey, I will let you go back to your original devilish self!”
One sentence mentioned Zhao Zichen's seven inches, and he immediately didn't dare to say anything more, and reluctantly followed him inside.
Yang Haoran held a compass in his hand and constantly observed the surrounding environment.
Although the Zhao family's ancestral tombs are divided into two places, they are definitely not too far apart.
Otherwise, Zhao Menglin and the others would not be affected.
Moreover, the reason why the ancestral graves were separated must have been deliberately done by the ancestors of the Zhao family.
To hide some secret.
The reason why Yang Haoran wanted to get that thing was not entirely for the Zhao family.
It's more for Fan Tingting. That thing is definitely a treasure for Fan Tingting.
The front of the Zhao family's ancestral tomb has been completely paved with stone slabs. Because of the presence of the tombkeepers, it has been cleaned very clean.
Yang Haoran prepared a lot of things when he came, including a bag of cinnabar.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Haoran used cinnabar to draw a hexagram plate about one meter in diameter in front of the tomb.
