Siheyuan: Start from the Heavenly Master

Chapter 27 27.Resurrection from the dead

Wu Dabao nodded repeatedly: "Don't worry, he is very good at Feng Shui and fortune telling!"

He was also beating a drum in his heart. Now that things had come to this, Wu Dabao had no way out and could only carry on.

The foreman hesitated for a while: "Okay!"

After saying that, he and Wu Dabao walked over to greet Ding Xiaoshu.

At the moment, there is no reliable Feng Shui master here. The only option is to let Ding Xiaoshu take a look first and then talk about it. If it can be solved, it is naturally the best; if it cannot be solved, then think of another way.

But the elderly people in the village and the foreman's uncles and elders didn't think so, and they all mocked and dismissed Ding Xiaoshu.

"Young people are unreliable, they have no hair on their lips, and they are not reliable at work!"

"How do today's young people understand this? If you don't pretend to understand, you will not only harm yourself, but also harm us!"

"We're just pretending, but we don't bring anything with us. He totally thinks we are fools!"

"Go away! If you are looking for death, just find a place to jump into the river. Don't harm us..."

In fact, the more economically backward a place is, the more it believes in destiny.

Many of them have worked hard all their lives and still cannot get rid of the shackles of poverty, but some of them can live happily and happily.

Since I have no way to change my destiny, I subconsciously believe that everything is an arrangement of fate...

Wu Dabao and the foreman went to look for Ding Xiaoshu, and happened to hear everyone mocking and crowding around Ding Xiaoshu, who was being greeted by several young people. They quickly smoothed things over: "Brother Ding, I'm sorry!"

If he had known this earlier, he would not have gone to Ding Xiaoshu, nor would he have been caught in the middle and suffered from both sides.

The foreman called everyone away and said apologetically to Ding Xiaoshu: "It's all my fault. I didn't entertain you well. I'm here to apologize to you!"

With that said, he bowed to Ding Xiaoshu.

"kindness!"

Ding Xiaoshu nodded: "Business matters are important. While it's not dark yet, let's go to the memorial shed to see the situation first."

Seeing that the foreman had a good attitude, he didn't take the ridicule and squeeze to heart.

What others think is their right. Ding Xiaoshu only needs to be responsible for himself and his customers.

When Wu Dabao heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Without saying a word, the foreman took Ding Xiaoshu to the funeral shed and asked what needed to be prepared.

He admired Ding Xiaoshu's magnanimity and attitude very much: These are the people who really know how to do things, and they are much more reliable than those who just hang around and eat and drink.

Ding Xiaoshu observed the surrounding environment and found nothing strange, so he shook his head.

Soon, he followed the foreman to a funeral shed hung with white cloth and several wreaths.

I saw a dark, heavy coffin in front of me, with an incense table and offerings in front of it. It looked numb and chilling.

"Huh!"

When Ding Xiaoshu heard the foreman's mother, Aunt Huang, say her birth date, he was slightly startled: "That's wrong! Did you say it wrong, or did you remember it wrong?"

According to his repeated calculations, he found that the person Huang Auntie mentioned had at least more than thirty years of life left.

Aunt Huang was stunned for a moment: "Impossible. She gave birth to her. How could she remember it wrong?"

Even though she is now in her fifties and has just experienced the pain of losing her son, she still remembers her son's birth date clearly.

"ah!"

Ding Xiaoshu was startled and said impatiently: "Hurry up and open the coffin lid!"

If his inference was correct, then the person lying in the coffin should still be alive.

The foreman’s family members were hesitant. At the critical moment, the foreman stood up and said, “Open the coffin lid!”

Soon, the heavy coffin lid was opened and carried aside.

Ding Xiaoshu quickly reached out and squeezed and squeezed the well-preserved corpse, leaving everyone around him at a loss.

They wanted to step forward to stop him, but they were afraid of disturbing Ding Xiaoshu's spellcasting and causing unnecessary trouble to the family.

Seeing Ding Xiaoshu stop, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The foreman asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Although he has seen a lot over the years, he has never seen anyone like Ding Xiaoshu.

"cough!"

Suddenly, a cough came from the coffin, making everyone present startled and hurriedly retreated. Some timid people even ran away in panic.

Aunt Huang gathered her courage and walked forward, and saw the person in the coffin opening her eyes and looking at her blankly: "Mom!"

Less than ten minutes later, news of Huang Dahe's resurrection spread throughout the village.

At first, no one in the village believed it. How could anyone who had been dead for two days come back to life?

It wasn't until they saw Huang Dahe alive in front of them that they knew he had really come back from the dead and was brought back from the hell gate by a miracle doctor.

Huang Dahe and his family were overjoyed, and they were all grateful to Ding Xiaoshu.

After they confirmed that Huang Dahe was fine, they immediately removed all the mourning tents, coffins, wreaths, etc., and turned a funeral into a happy event.

In the evening, Huang Dahe's family entertained Ding Xiaoshu with great enthusiasm, and even Wu Dabao also became an honored guest.

That night, many people in the village went to Huang Dahe's house to watch the fun, eat and drink.

Huang Dahe has come back to life. Naturally, the people in the village will have no place to eat. If they don't come tonight, how will they have any chance in the future?

An uncle from Huang Dahe who had ridiculed and bullied Ding Xiaoshu also came to join in the fun and wanted to have some food and drink.

Huang Dahe's fourth brother Huang Dahai couldn't stand it and couldn't help but ridicule: "Uncle Yougen, you didn't say that young people are unreliable. You also said that they have no hair on their lips and are not reliable in their work. If it weren't for the magnanimity of Divine Doctor Ding, my second brother

I was killed by you today!"

At first, Huang Dahai and others were responsible for greeting Ding Xiaoshu at the entrance of the village. How could they not know those ridiculing and bullying words?

At that time, they didn't think highly of Ding Xiaoshu either, but no one said it to his face.

Huang Dahai found fault in his face, not only because he wanted to help his second brother's savior Ding Xiaoshu, but also because he was dissatisfied that Huang Yougen always regarded himself as an elder and looked down on young people.

When Huang Yougen heard this, his old face froze: "Huang Dahai, what are you talking about?"

He could admit that he was ignorant of gold and jade when he ridiculed and scorned Ding Xiaoshu, but he would never acquiesce in wanting to kill Huang Dahe.

Huang Dahai was not afraid at all: "What are you shouting about? Isn't what I said the truth?"

He made it clear that the chariot and horse were strongly targeting Huang Yougen, which was somewhat of a personal grudge.

Huang Yougen couldn't get off the stage, his face turned red: "I just said it casually, if you think so, there's nothing I can do about it!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.

At this time, Huang Yougen felt very upset: I shouldn't have gone tonight. Secondly, I would be embarrassed in front of everyone. The most important thing was that I was afraid of being resented by Huang Dahe's family.

Sometimes the more you are afraid of something, the more you become afraid of it.

Just a few days later, Huang Yougen's eldest son was kicked out of the team by the foreman on the grounds that his father had offended the most famous miracle doctor in the imperial city.

Huang Yougen's eldest son couldn't find anything to do, so he had no choice but to return to the village to farm, almost severing the father-son relationship with his father Huang Yougen.

(End of chapter)