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

Wang Jianhong squatted on the field, smoking a dry cigarette happily. He didn't expect that the task assigned to him by the superiors was solved so easily, and it also saved Murakami a sum of money. He couldn't be happier.

"Well done, thank you very much, Captain Wang!" Chen Muyu smiled and glanced 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. If you can leave this matter about your village to me, you can rest assured that I will keep it to your satisfaction!"

As long as the money is available, everything is easy. Building houses, building roads, designing, and obtaining qualifications are all not a problem for Chen Jianli. He has been in this industry for so long and knows a lot of people. There is nothing he can't do, and there is nothing he can do. It can't be done well.

Even recently, Chen Jianli has planned to rope in a few friends and open a construction company of his own. This deal in Ganquan Village may be an opportunity.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

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

"correct!"

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

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

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

"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 about it!"

Wang Jianhong didn't feel embarrassed to say anything, so he jumped down from the field and pulled Chen Muyu towards the ancestral hall. Chen Jianli also followed because there was nothing wrong with him.

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Wang family ancestral hall.

The place is not small. There are not many places with ancestral halls in rural areas nowadays. The ancestral hall in Ganquan Village is relatively well preserved.

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

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

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

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

When I opened the door, a musty smell hit my face.

There are layers of memorial tablets on the altar. There is an incense altar in the middle. There are ashes everywhere. There is a large area next to it that has been used by the villagers to pile up firewood. It seems that no one has cleaned this place for a long time. It looks more like a place to store debris.

The light was not good and it was gloomy. It would be a bit scary for a person to come to a place like this alone.

"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 twitch.

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

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

"Is this the nanmu wood you are talking about?"

I don't know what kind of expression is on Chen Muyu's face. After all, human instinct is that it is a bit unlucky to stick to this thing.

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

"Old Wang, this thing about you is a bit..." Chen Jianli held back half a sentence and did not say it out. This thing is indeed a bit difficult to describe.

Wang Jianhong explained calmly, "These things have been piled here for several years. At that time, the nanmu in the village had not yet been labeled. The old people in the village liked to use nanmu for longevity materials. Hasn't cremation been advocated in recent years? It's okay to collect these longevity materials. It just piles up here and has never been dealt with..."

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

Although not all of them are nanmu, there are more than 20 nanmu coffins here, and one of them even has gold wire.

Quite tempting.

But it happened to be a coffin. It felt like someone added a dollop of coffin to your meal.

"Boss Chen, if you like these things, you can just take them away without charging you anything. Just consider them as compensation for helping us demolish the house this time!"

It turned out that Wang Jianhong had always been worried about it. Chen Muyu didn't want money to help him demolish the house, just for the nanmu wood in the house. If he had to pay compensation for the demolition, he would be embarrassed, so he thought of demolishing the house in the ancestral hall. of this pile of stuff.

Although it is a coffin, which is a bit unlucky, after all, many of these are solid nanmu wood, which can be seen and touched. If Chen Muyu wants it, just take it directly. It is also a smooth favor. Save your face first, so as not to worry about it later. Boss Chen saw that he had lost money and wanted to talk to him.

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

"You don't have anything in here, right?"

Chen Jianli held his nose and walked over, pushed open a coffin and looked inside.

Wang Jianhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Don't worry, it wasn't dug out of the ground. It has never been used. In the past, people in the village at most used it to store millet and wheat..."

Chen Jianli clapped his hands and walked to Chen Muyu's side, "Xiaoyu, I think it's better to forget it. I feel a little unlucky. If you pull this thing back, your dad will probably beat you to death..."

"Well……"

Wang Jianhong laughed dryly next to him.

Chen Muyu thought for a while, "Uncle Third, please find a few people to come over, dismantle these coffins, load them into trucks 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, that's it!"

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

Although Chen Muyu was also disapproving of it, it was just a passing deal anyway. Once he resold it, he didn't care whether he was unlucky or not!

"Uncle Jianhong!"

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

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

problem occurs?

The third uncle's expression also changed slightly. Did something happen to the workers he led?

"what happened?"

Wang Jianhong saw the young man shouting and hurriedly greeted him.

The young man took a few breaths, pointed outside, and said, "Over there at the reservoir, a car overturned!"