Reborn in the 1980s, Farming and Making a Fortune

Chapter 124 Suicide
The patriarch looked at the villagers below, feeling a little disappointed.But thinking about it, I am getting old, but I still can't find a suitable person to take over my job, which is also the reason why the villagers can't use it.

In order to save some trouble, the patriarch finally canceled the matter of taking the male to the ancestral hall.

However, the people in the village did not stop at all, they went to the back mountain in small groups to check on the news.It wasn't until one time that he had a face-to-face fight with a wolf and ran back frantically, that he stopped.

Seven days after Xi Rong came back, he followed him in Sanliwan. There was also a team in Chinese tunic suits, which according to Xi Rong was the archaeological team.

The patriarch chatted with the captain of the archaeological team alone, and no one knew what they talked about.

After the third day of in-depth communication with the patriarch, the archaeological team followed the patriarch into the mountains.

For the 30-year-old men in the village, the ancestral hall is not a strange thing, but because of the words of the patriarch, there are many more people accompanying the ancestral hall this time.

The head of the patriarch, according to the usual practice, led the following men to insert incense and salute.

After the ceremony, the patriarch clapped his hands and muttered something in his mouth. After a long time, he calmed down.

"Except for the archaeologists, the others will leave first," the voice fell, but no one moved, looking at the patriarch quietly.

"What I said doesn't work anymore?" The patriarch's voice raised a little, but there was still no movement.

Tang Hongwei looked around, smiled, stood up and said, "Comrades, I am Tang Hongwei, the village head of Sanliwan. Our village has decided to hand over this ancient tomb, but it is the collective property of our village, and we have the right to it." Let's check it out together."

Several members of the archaeological team did not speak, and took a step back, revealing the patriarch.

"Tang Hongwei, that village chief of yours sat on it after I nodded. I can make you sit on it, and I can also push you off," the patriarch warned.

Tang Hongwei didn't care at all: "Patriarch, you are a highly respected person in the village. At the beginning, I showed respect and gave you a bag of corn noodles and two bags of rice. This is my heart for the old man, and it has nothing to do with me being the village head. .”

"Then why don't you give my father some rice and noodles?" Tang Jiashu also followed into the back mountain to join in the fun.

Back then, Tang Jiashu also participated in the village head election, but lost because Tang Hongwei lost three votes.

Regarding the patriarch, Tang Jiashu also had some criticisms in his heart.

Today the patriarch said it himself, Tang Jiashu naturally wouldn't let Tang Hongwei go his way.

"Your family has sons and daughters, and you want me to deliver rice and noodles. What do you eat? I care for the widowed and lonely old people," Tang Hongwei said with a wink.

"The fifth uncle at the west end of the village is still your uncle in the next room, and he is also alone, and I haven't seen you send anything. Why didn't you say anything when he pointed at your nose when he was dying?"

Tang Hongwei said coldly: "We also want to go in. If we are not allowed to go in, you don't want to go one step further today."

A person from the archaeological team finally stood up: "Comrade, the situation in the ancient tomb is still unclear. With so many people entering, it is inevitable to stumble. If you accidentally touch something, it will be damaged, and the subsequent repair work will be very troublesome."

"It's something from our village. It's all ours, so what does it have to do with you?" Tang Hongwei said confidently.

The people in the archaeological team didn't think of the conflict at first. After all, the people in Sanliwan were credited for being willing to take the initiative to report, but their attitude now makes everyone feel unhappy.

"Comrade, this mountain belongs to the country, and the things in the mountain belong to the country. If you dare to destroy any cultural relics inside, I have the responsibility to report to the relevant agencies to determine your guilt."

"Okay, if you want to follow, just follow." After the patriarch finished speaking, he touched the table where the spirit card was enshrined.

After finding a card position, press it hard, the spirit card platform will move away, and the whole wall will be divided into two halves, which will open in their respective directions.

A stele records the life of Tang Wenzong, the last emperor of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Dagan was originally a small country located in the east. Tang Wenzong was only sixteen years old when he came to the throne. There was no national teacher to control the government, and there were big countries outside who wanted to unify the Central Plains.

Four years after he ascended the throne, Tang Wenzong was at the age of a weak crown, and the country was destroyed. In order to save the people from the war, Tang Wenzong decided to open the palace gate and surrender.To show his sincerity, he committed suicide under the moat.

And Tang Wenzong's confidants, with Tang Wenzong's body and the only prince, settled in Sanliwan, and made a heavy promise that no one would step out of the Luyuan boundary in this life.

Then the stele was removed, revealing the coffin chambers inside one by one.

"Is this the place where the emperor died and was buried?"

"This place is magnificent. If I can live in such a luxurious place after my death, I will live happily."

"You don't have such a big place in life, let alone in death."

A group of people walked and discussed, and when they encountered interesting places, they didn't forget to reach out and touch them. The members of the archaeological team looked distressed and couldn't say anything.

When we arrived at the main mausoleum, there were three coffins in the middle, which were the coffins of Tang Wenzong, the empress and the imperial concubine.

The entire mausoleum is built like a palace, with tables, gold and silver ornaments, neatly placed, and poured stone statues of palace maids. They are painted in a colorful way, and the stone statues are lifelike and in different shapes.

As soon as they entered the main mausoleum, the villagers scattered around to observe the things in the mausoleum.

The patriarch squinted his eyes and looked into the corner. Tang Aijun was holding a gold hairpin and putting it in his pocket.

Coughing twice, the patriarch said: "Tang Aijun, put down what you are holding, or I will go out and send you into the bureau."

Tang Aijun looked at the patriarch who was still some distance away from him, but he didn't take it seriously, and with a slight movement of his hand, he was about to take down one.

Seeing this, Xi Rong chimed in and said, "I have already greeted the police station before I came, and I should be outside right now. Anyone who goes out later will have to go through inspection, and if they find something private, they will deal with it." .”

Xi Rong's voice echoed in the mausoleum, and many people who stuffed things into their pockets silently put the things back into the distance.

"what……"

A scream interrupted everyone's minds. Following the sound, a small door opened to the northeast of the mausoleum.

A man sat slumped on the ground, pointed to something inside the door, and said tremblingly, "There are people inside, there are dead people."

Hearing the voice, many people gathered in the past.

With just one glance, many people backed away.

In a house of more than 20 square meters, there was a pungent smell and a room full of bones.

After leaving the middle seat to the patriarch, everyone waited for the patriarch's explanation.

"In the past, there was also a system of burials. After Tang Wenzong died, the people who served him and some low-rank concubines were buried dead."

"They are not qualified to share the mausoleum with the emperor, so they opened a side room on the side of the mausoleum."

The patriarch didn't say anything about the latter, but everyone knew that this place was a group of wronged souls.

"We have a general understanding of the situation of this mausoleum. I don't know if the patriarch has a map of the mausoleum here, so that we can follow up."

"No", the patriarch squinted his eyes, and there was a glint of light in his eyes, but no one noticed.

Soon, a group of people exited the ancient tomb. As expected, there was a team of police stationed at the entrance of the tomb. After searching one by one, they still found a few dishonest ones. After putting their things back, they returned to the village.

Sanliwan is a little far from the county seat, and it is unrealistic to run back and forth every day, so the archaeological team was arranged by the village and stayed at the villagers' homes.

……

Formal archaeological work was carried out the next day.

The team led by the patriarch went into the mountain yesterday. Early in the morning, the archaeological team leader Xiangfeng boarded the door of the patriarch's house.

I was thinking of knocking on the door, but I didn't expect the door to open as soon as I pushed it, and the somewhat dilapidated small courtyard was silent.

Xiangqianfeng and his subordinates looked at each other, walked inside cautiously, reached the door of the main room, and raised the curtain to have a look.

The door was left open, and what came into view was a pair of legs, gray-blue trousers, and obvious marks. It could be seen that they were new clothes that had been pressed at the bottom of the box for a long time.

Looking further up, the patriarch's head is drooping on a piece of white cloth, his tongue is sticking out, and his hands are naturally drooping.

The corpse was dangling in the air, and the faces of Xiangfeng and the other two were pale.

In a dazed effort, a person came in from the yard, it was Tang Hongwei.

"Is there something for the captain to ask the patriarch? Why don't you go in?" Seeing Xiangqianfeng's back, Tang Hongwei asked.

Hearing the sound, Xiangfeng and his subordinates turned their heads at the same time. The abnormal look made Tang Hongwei feel that something was wrong, so he walked a few steps quickly, reached the door, and raised the curtain.

Seeing the patriarch, the curtain slid down and took a step back.

After being silent for a long time, he settled his mind, Tang Hongwei's eyes turned red, he pointed to Qianqianfeng, and said in a trembling voice: "It's you, you killed the patriarch, you murderers."

Xiangqianfeng was having a headache. Originally, the villagers did not welcome his party, but now the patriarch committed suicide, which could easily arouse the villagers' resistance.

"Village chief, we need to discuss this matter carefully. The most important thing now is to see how to deal with the patriarch's zombies."

Tang Hongwei became even more excited: "Let's go, you leave Sanliwan, you don't deserve to touch our ancestors' things."

Because today is the day when the archaeological team starts work, many people in Sanliwan are watching the movement of the archaeological team. Seeing the archaeological team enter the gate, they gather around the patriarch's house.

Tang Hongwei's two roars attracted everyone in, and when they saw the old patriarch's body, some people's eyes turned red.

What's more, headed by Liu Aihua, directly knelt on the ground, howling in mourning.

"Oh! My old patriarch! You have worked hard for this village all your life, but you were forced to death by a group of outsiders when you were old."

"Old patriarch! Our family has been favored by you for so many years, and you have not had time to repay your kindness. You just left, my heart! It feels uncomfortable like a needle prick."

"Our Sanliwan is all supported by you, the old patriarch. If you leave, where else can we go for justice!"

"Old patriarch, if you have any grievances, entrust us with a dream, and we will seek justice for you even if we try our best."

……

There was a sound of howling, Xiangfeng and the two were blocked in front, at a loss what to do, let Tang Hongwei take them away.

That morning, after the villagers gathered all the members of the archaeological team together, they went to Tang Gumeng's house and took Tang Gumeng and Xi Rong away.

Tang Guyeng stood next to Xi Rong in front of all the villagers, feeling a little uneasy, and intuitively told her that there was something wrong.

"Villagers," Tang Hongwei said with a sad expression on his face, "Our Sanliwan village has been established for a thousand years."

"Not counting how glorious our ancestors were, from the moment we returned to Sanliwan, we were just ordinary farmers. We did our tasks on time and paid public grain on time, and we never harmed the interests of the country."

"We are farmers, we just do our duty, but some people don't think so."

With the last sentence, Tang Hongwei raised his voice, turned to look at Tang Gumeng, and asked word by word: "Tang Gumeng, let me ask you a question, did the people in Sanliwan treat you badly?"

Tang Gumeng narrowed his eyes, but did not answer.

Tang Hongwei began to count the benefits given to Tang Gumeng's family in previous years: "Your family's conditions are relatively poor, and the money is even less generous. Sometimes it is a problem to even support the family."

"Sometimes I can't live on anymore, so I borrow money from door to door. Has anyone in our village said anything? It's not like giving as much as you want, not giving a penny discount, and not rushing to pay back the money. Tell me , have the villagers treated your family badly?"

Tang Gumeng replied in a muffled voice: "No."

But I don't think so in my heart. On the surface, when the villagers encounter borrowing money, they will more or less take out a little.

But every time Tang Jiagen came to the door, he would be ridiculed. To a man, this was more heart-wrenching than killing him.

Tang Hongwei didn't know what Tang Gumeng was thinking, and then asked: "The villagers treat your whole family well, but you want the villagers to be ruined, what's your intention?"

"I didn't," Tang Gumeng retorted.

Tang Hongwei pointed at Xi Rong and said, "You didn't? If it wasn't because you invited this person in and brought him into the mountains, no one would have kept the secret of our ancestral hall."

"Who is the patriarch? He is the most prestigious person in our village. His task is to collect the land here. Because of you two, he was forced to hand over the ancient tomb."

"You have made a great contribution, but this is the order of the patriarch! Just to relieve the guilt in his heart, the village chief can only commit suicide, and you are the pushers."

Tang Gumeng felt uncomfortable: I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Seeing this, Xi Rong preemptively said: "Village chief, what happened to the patriarch was an accident, and no one knew it would end up like this. We apologize for what happened to the patriarch, and we will make up for it..."

"Compensation, what compensation do you want, can you let the patriarch come back alive? Stop talking about these big words, we want you to pay in blood."

Tang Hongwei spoke excitedly, causing the emotions of the whole village to become excited.

Amidst the shouts of the villagers, Tang Gumeng's heart sank more and more until he reached the bottom of the valley.

"The state owns the country's laws, and the village has its own rules. We can't let these people harm others and still live in style."

As soon as Tang Hongwei's words came out, everyone immediately echoed them.

(End of this chapter)