Er Gou, life in the countryside is so carefree!

The plastic sheeting of the greenhouse was roughly torn off.

A group of people rushed in, looking aggressive.

The leader was none other than Liu Suanpan, the accountant who had just been beaten yesterday and whose face was still covered with a plaster.

Beside him, with his hands behind his back and a gloomy face, was the village chief, Zhao Dezhu.

Behind them followed seven or eight relatives of the Zhao family, each carrying a shovel and a pickaxe.

Some were even dressed in mourning clothes, carrying a white cloth banner with four large, crooked characters written on it—

"Give me back my ancestral graves."

"Chen Ergou! Get out here right now!"

Relying on his superior numbers and the village chief's backing, Liu Suanpan was extremely arrogant, his finger practically poking Chen Ergou's face.

"You despicable bastard! You'd even dig up someone's ancestral grave for money? Aren't you afraid of retribution?!"

Chen Ergou slowly swallowed the last bite of scallion pancake, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

He shielded the three women behind him, his cold gaze sweeping over the group before finally settling on Zhao Dezhu:

"Village chief, what's going on now? You just took my money and signed the contract yesterday, and today you're bringing people to cause trouble? Your attitude changes faster than a book."

Zhao Dezhu took a puff of his pipe, not even lifting his eyelids, his face completely businesslike:

"Ergou, don't blame your uncle. I genuinely forgot about this when we signed the contract yesterday. Just now, Zhao Laosan's family came to me crying, saying that their great-grandfather's grave is buried under your greenhouse!"

"Yes! It was my great-grandfather!"

A slovenly idler jumped out; it was none other than Zhao Laosan, the village rogue.

He pointed to the patch of land right in the middle of the greenhouse, spitting as he spoke:

"Last night my great-grandfather appeared to me in a dream, saying that someone was urinating on his head to plant vegetables! It was suffocating him! Chen Ergou, you've ruined our family's feng shui! You've cut off our family line!"

"Oh? Great-grandfather?"

Chen Ergou laughed, but his laughter was somewhat cold:

"Zhao Laosan, I seem to remember your great-grandfather dying on the road while fleeing famine, and his remains were never recovered. Where did this grave come from?"

"You're talking nonsense! That's just a cenotaph!"

Liu Suanpan chimed in from the side, his face full of righteous indignation:

"A cenotaph is still a grave! It's also the grave of our ancestors! Chen Ergou, your greenhouse is now pressing down on someone's grave, that's extremely disrespectful! According to village rules, either you dismantle the greenhouse and return the land to them, or..."

At this point, a greedy glint flashed in Liu Suanpan's beady eyes:

"Either you have to pay compensation! This is called 'grave relocation fee' and 'compensation for emotional distress'!"

"Yes! Pay up!"

Zhao Laosan slammed the shovel on the ground:

"It'll cost at least a million! Otherwise, I'll smash this lousy greenhouse of yours today! So you can't grow any vegetables!"

So they were after the money.

Chen Ergou knew exactly what was going on.

These people saw how readily he took out 500,000 last night and thought he was a fat sheep, so they wanted to gang up on him and rip him off.

"One million?"

Before Chen Ergou could speak, Wang Cuihua behind him exploded.

This pretty widow is known for her fiery temper; how could she tolerate such treatment?

She slammed the cucumber she was holding onto the table, put her hands on her hips, rushed over, and pointed at Liu Suanpan's nose, yelling:

"Liu Suanpan, you son of a bitch! Did Er Gou's slap yesterday not clear your head? Trying to extort money from me? A cenotaph, huh? I think you're so greedy you'd want to bury yourself in it!"

"You...you shrew!" Liu Suanpan trembled with anger.

"So what if she's a shrew? Even a shrew is better than a money-grubbing bastard like you!"

After Wang Cuihua finished scolding, Zhang Qiaofen also stood up.

Although she is usually docile, she will not budge an inch when it comes to her bottom line.

"Village chief, one must have a conscience."

Zhang Qiaofen looked at Zhao Dezhu and said in a composed yet assertive manner:

"This land has been abandoned for over a decade, and we've never heard of any graves here. You're just taking advantage of Er Gou's honesty by bringing this up now? If word gets out, won't Xiushui Village have any face left?"

Zhao Dezhu was embarrassed by the two women, one in red and one in white, but for the sake of that million, he gritted his teeth and slammed his pipe on the sole of his shoe.

"Stop with the nonsense, this is a matter of feng shui! I'm the village chief, my word is law! Today it's either pay up, or stop work!"

"Let's see who dares to make a move!"

Li Mei pushed up her glasses, exuding the aura of an intellectual, while holding up her phone:

"I'm recording this right now. This land is classified as wasteland, and the lease agreement is legal and compliant. This is disorderly conduct and extortion! I'm calling the police!"

"Call the police?"

Liu Suanpan sneered:

"Police? Even the police can't cover up digging up someone's ancestral graves! Brothers, get them! Tear this shed down first!"

Upon hearing this, the Zhao family relatives brandished their shovels, ready to take action.

Although the three women were sharp-tongued, they were still a little intimidated by the group of men with bloodshot eyes, and subconsciously took a step back.

Just then, a strong hand blocked their way.

Chen Ergou took a step forward, and his aura suddenly changed.

Instead of taking action, he activated the "Aura Observation Technique" from the "Dragon King's Secret".

A flash of golden light appeared in his eyes.

All that could be seen beneath the so-called grave was a jumble of rocks and yellow earth; there wasn't even a trace of bone, let alone a coffin.

However, above Zhao Dezhu and Liu Suanpan's heads, a thick cloud of black mist floated, a sign of impending misfortune.

"Since you insist on saying there are ancestors below, then fine."

Chen Ergou's lips curled into a cold smile. His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly:

"Then I'll bring out this ancestor and let everyone see for themselves!"

"What...what are you going to do?" Liu Suanpan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"What are you doing? Digging up graves!"

Chen Ergou casually picked up a shovel, looking at Zhao Laosan with a mocking expression:

"Zhao Laosan, you say this is your great-grandfather? Fine, today I'll dig this great-grandfather out in front of the whole village."

"If there's anything there, even just an earthenware pot, I'll pay you two million! But if there's nothing there..."

Chen Ergou slammed the shovel into the ground, his expression menacing.

"That means you've betrayed your ancestors and committed fraud in their name! Don't blame me for making you go down there and apologize to your great-grandfather in person!"