Xiejiazhuang was founded by Grandpa Xie who moved here with his clan members.
The old lady has six daughters, but she has no son, but she has passed down the family business to this day by... marrying into the family.
That's right, the six daughters of the Xie family all recruited sons-in-law to help take care of the family business. When they gave birth to children, they also took the surname Xie and passed on the incense.
It has been passed down to this day that the owner of Xie Family Village is still a descendant of the blood of Old Grandpa Xie.
So far, it is already the fifth generation after Grandpa Xie. The six sons-in-law have passed away one after another, and now their grandchildren are in charge.
"Half a year ago, if anything happened in the past six months, it was a conflict between several village owners!"
Xie Shiju quickly found out about Xie Jiazhuang's past and present life, as well as the major events half a year ago.
It turns out that the fifth family is now in charge, the grandson of the fifth son-in-law. He wants to repair the ancestral graves for his ancestors, but he is blocked by other families.
"The fifth house has also been in decline for a long time. Now that it has finally turned around, it is natural that it will be organized in a big way to exhale and raise eyebrows!"
Xie Shiju shook his head as he spoke, "Although other families disagreed, the people in the fifth house insisted on going their own way and repaired all the ancestral tombs under pressure."
"You know, back then the six families had a very good relationship with their sons-in-law, and they were all buried together in the ground."
"If their ancestral grave is disturbed, other families will inevitably be implicated."
"Since then, Xiejiazhuang has not been peaceful, with people dying every three days."
Speaking of this, Xie Shiju asked Wang Fu, "Is there an inevitable connection between the two?"
"The timing is too coincidental. It is impossible to say that there is no contact!"
Wang Fu asked Xie Shiju, "Is there any way to sneak into the Xie family?"
"Uh, yes?"
This made Wang Fu look at him with admiration. He didn't expect that you, a beggar, could have access to the largest mansion in the area.
…
"Sister Xiaoying, we two brothers are very hungry, can you help us?"
In Xie's high-gate courtyard, people waiting all the way walked through the side door and the back door.
Xie Shiju took Wang Fu around to a remote side door, hidden behind a large thicket of lush bamboo.
A 20-year-old maid looked troubled and said, "There has been a lot of unrest at home recently. The master and his wife have strict orders. Whenever a beggar comes to the door, he must be beaten out with a broom."
Xie Shiju was stunned, this was an emergency, he really didn't know!
"I'll give you two steamed buns and let's go!"
So, Wang Fu and Xie Shiju, each holding a steamed bun in hand, returned without success.
"Brother Xie, you are blocked in this way, why not try mine!"
Xie Shiju looked at him in surprise, "Do you have any connections?"
…
The businessman named Qian took a sip of tea and scratched his head, "I should repay you for saving your life, but this matter is not easy to handle!"
He returned home and received news the next day that the criminal thief who had stolen the gold ingot died suddenly that night.
The businessman surnamed Qian didn't understand that he accidentally escaped and broke into a sweat on the spot.
Afterwards, he wanted to find Wang Fu and two others to thank him, but he couldn't find them after sending people several times.
Today Wang Fu and Xie Shiju came to visit. He was overjoyed and wanted to ask his family members to entertain them together.
However, after Wang Fu explained his intention, the businessman named Qian hesitated.
Xiejiazhuang, after all, is the private territory of the Xie family clan, and it is very powerful.
He has a foreign surname, and no matter how big his local business is, he is still just a nobody in front of the Xie family.
If you accidentally offend the other party, the consequences will be miserable.
"If the donor has concerns, we understand."
Wang Fuwen spoke softly, but he was not overly coercive.
When Xie Shiju next to him heard this, he looked at him in surprise. This businessman named Qian was their last hope. How could they give up just like that?
"Little Taoist Priest, you saved my life. The man named Qian didn't hesitate. I helped you with this!"
Wang Fu smiled and said, "Please ask the donor to do this..."
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Xie Weishan, the current head of the Xie family and the patriarch of the fifth family, has been very anxious recently.
Ever since I renovated my ancestral tomb half a year ago, I don’t know what Feng Shui taboos were triggered, and I have had one annoying thing after another.
First, there was a serious illness in the family. Many family members died of the illness. All the elders in the sixth house died, and only his mother was still alive.
Immediately afterwards, there were rumors that the village was haunted, and many people died suddenly for no apparent reason.
The fifth house he belongs to has been in decline for a long time, but it is only in this generation that it has regained its luster through his hard work.
As the owner of the village, Xie Weishan has long had ambitions to eliminate the problems of the Xie family village and develop it.
However, after truly taking power, I found it difficult to move forward.
Other parties are secretly restraining him, waiting to see his jokes. The servants are also lazy and greedy for money, and cannot work hard.
All kinds of things happened one after another, and he just felt overwhelmed.
"Report, Mr. Qian wants to see you."
Xie Weishan listened to the servant boy's report. Mr. Qian was a businessman in Zhuangzi and had a wide network of external contacts. Many times, Zhuangzi relied on his network of contacts to purchase and ship goods.
Therefore, Mr. Qian is also a guest of the Xie family.
"welcome!"
The businessman surnamed Qian quickly entered the hall and took his seat. After chatting with Xie Weishan for a few words, he began to sigh.
"Thank you, Master, I almost died recently!"
When Xie Weishan heard this, he asked, "Who dares to offend you, Mr. Qian, in Xie's Village? Tell me and I will send someone to kill him."
In Xiejiazhuang, the owner of the village is the local emperor, and he can easily kill anyone.
"It's not a living person, it's an evil spirit!"
The businessman surnamed Qian pushed the boat along and took the gold ingot to the death row and told the group. Finally, the criminal thief Li Daitaojiang died in his place.
"Do you think it's dangerous?"
If other people said that Xie Weishan was just telling stories, he understood the businessman surnamed Qian and would never be so bored.
"Is it true?"
Xie Weishan recalled the rumors outside in the past, and wondered whether there was really a money demand for life, and there were evil spirits at work behind it.
"Master, my wife is here!"
A wealthy woman walked out from the side of the lobby, accompanied by two young maids, and came to pay her respects to Xie Weishan.
"master!"
"Madam, please wake up. This Mr. Qian is a good friend of my family's business."
The businessman surnamed Qian stood up in a hurry and said, "Mrs. Sister-in-law!"
The wealthy woman, who was in her early thirties, glanced at the businessman surnamed Qian, and then said to Xie Weishan, "Master, my mother is ill again. Please come over and take a look."
When Xie Weishan heard that his mother was ill, he hurriedly said goodbye, "Master Qian, please forgive me for not being a guest."
"I came at the wrong time!"
"I'll see you again another day."
"Farewell!"
The businessman surnamed Qian left quickly, but he didn't realize that the soles of his boots were stained with scraps of paper at some point.
Xie Weishan and his wife went to the backyard to visit their mother, but they heard her mum murmuring to herself.
"I'm dying."
"But, there is still a secret hidden in my heart. I can't tell it now, I can't tell it."
"I will tell you everything before I die."
The couple shook their heads. The old mother was afraid that she would never recover from her crazy illness.
"Do good, do good!"
Suddenly, the old mother's voice in the room became frightened, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, mother is here."
The sound was shrill and shrill, as if blood could drip at any time.