C204 On His Grandfather's Grave There Was Something Wrong with It?

At this moment, in Fan Wenbin's house, the three of them sat quietly. No one spoke. They were afraid that if they spoke, they would touch Fan Wenbin's sadness, so they could only sit there quietly, enduring the pain brought by misfortune to the three of them.

Although it had been a long time since the incident, the pain of suddenly losing one's loved one was unforgettable to Fan Wenbin. Not only did it not reduce the pain, but it became even heavier with the arrival of his parents.

Previously, according to his son's repeated warnings, Fan Youmin and his wife did not go to the city, nor did they attend his daughter-in-law's funeral. Instead, they stayed at home to take care of their grandson. Every time it was even late at night, the couple could not sleep, so they would lie down and talk, sighing and sighing. They were all talking about Fan Wenbin.

Wang Fang knew that something had happened to her daughter-in-law, Duan Xiangmei. It was a very coincidental opportunity when she met a woman she did not want to see or even hated. From the other party's unintentional or intentional words, she had deep doubts about the news that her son, Fan Wenbin and his wife, were going on a business trip at the same time.

On the night two days after Fan Xueli was sent back to his hometown, Wang Fang took advantage of the fact that her grandson was sleeping soundly to ask, "Do you believe that both of them have gone on a business trip?" When she said this, her eyes were fixed on her husband. Under the light of the lamp, there was a complicated expression on her face.

"What's there to not believe?" Fan Youmin asked back and tried to make an indifferent attitude. Bin Bin is the big boss, he's very busy. It's normal for him to go to Shenzhen to do business. Duan Xiangmei was the teacher. It's normal for the school to send him to Lan Zhou to give a lecture. " After a moment, He said in a heavy tone, "What's wrong? You don't believe me? You're paranoid. "

The moment her husband heard her question, a fleeting trace of panic flashed across his face. Wang Fang became even more suspicious in her heart. At this moment, seeing her husband's attitude of not believing her and even questioning her with such a fierce tone, she could no longer hold it in and sat on the warm clay bed, sobbing softly.

After dinner today, she had nothing to do, so she brought Fan Xueli to visit the Hu family's four families. Winter nights were very long. Villagers, especially women, liked to visit after dinner. Perhaps Fan Wenbin and Hu Si were extremely good friends. Wang Fang and Hu Si's wife, Teng Jinxiu, also got along very well.

On the way, they met Li Manrong's wife, Ma Zhaocui. Li Manrong earned money from the bread project outside, and now he became the Fan Family's regulatory committee director. He opened a cooked food store for his wife at the village entrance. Normally, people came and went. Business was good, and there were all kinds of news that were hard to distinguish between real and fake.

Wang Fang and Ma Zhaocui rarely interacted with each other because of the grudges between Old Fan and Old Li's family, and also because of the conflict between their second son, Fan Wengong, and Li Manrong, who were competing to be the village chief. It was not strange at all that rural women were like this.

Just as they brushed past each other and took a few steps forward, Wang Fang heard Ma Zhaocui say in a strange tone, "The eldest daughter-in-law's wife and son were stabbed to death. Why didn't you go and see your son? She still has the mood to bring her grandson to visit? " In her tone, there was even a hint of schadenfreude.

In Daan, according to the tradition, the wife of the son would be referred to as the daughter-in-law and the son in front of the parents. For example, the daughter-in-law and the son of the Zhang family's eldest son would be called the wife and the son of the Zhang family's eldest son. The "eldest daughter-in-law and daughter-in-law" that Ma Zhaocui referred to was Fan Wenbin's wife, Duan Xiangmei.

This sentence that suddenly appeared out of nowhere: Instantly, it gave Wang Fang a huge fright. When she came back to her senses and wanted to ask more, Ma Zhaocui had already turned around the alley and there was no one there.

Meeting such a scourge, she was really unlucky. Wang Fang cursed in her heart. After thinking about it carefully, she felt that something was not right. No matter how big the conflict between the two families was, Ma Zhaocui would not say such bad things about cursing people in front of them for no reason.

Thus, she no longer had the mood to visit the four Hu families, so she led her grandson back angrily. Upon entering the house, she casually asked the man, "Do you know when the mother of the etiquette teacher will be back?"

When he asked this question, his gaze was fixed on the other party. A fleeting trace of panic flashed across Fan Youmin's face. He quickly calmed down and casually said: "In a few days, my mother will be back from Lan Province. Why are you in such a hurry?"

The trace of panic on the man's face was seen by Wang Fang, and he could not help but panic in his heart. It seemed that Ma Zhaocui was not gossiping and was speaking the truth. Something really happened to Duan Xiangmei. She originally wanted to say what Ma Zhaocui said, but seeing that her grandson was not sleeping and was still playing on the bed, she could only forcefully hold it in.

At this time, Fan Xueli was already asleep. When he thought of Ma Zhaocui's words, he could not help but have a very strong doubt in his heart. Could it really be as Ma Zhaocui said, Duan Xiangmei was really stabbed to death? Following which, he firmly denied this kind of absurd idea.

However, she would not give up until the matter was made clear. After a moment, she could not hold it in anymore and asked the man again. She did not expect Fan Youmin to have such an indifferent attitude. He even said that she was suspicious. How could she not be angry?

In fact, from Wang Fang's sudden question, Fan Youmin also understood that his wife had already heard some rumors outside. That was why she asked him this. When he saw his wife crying softly, he also felt that he could not hide it anymore. In the end, the fire could not be wrapped in the paper. It would be good if he knew earlier.

Thus, he looked at his sleeping grandson and gestured for his wife to speak outside. Standing in the dark courtyard, Fan Youmin told Wang Fang exactly what had happened. He also reminded her not to let Fan Xueli know at this time.

When Wang Fang suggested going to the city to see her son, Fan Youmin firmly stopped her. Because Fan Wenbin repeatedly reminded them over the phone not to come to the city at this time. They only needed to take care of Fan Xueli.

As for why his son did not let the old couple go to the city, Fan Youmin was not too clear. He only thought privately that maybe it was because he was worried that his parents would be too sad, or maybe it was because he was worried that Fan Xueli would know, or there were other reasons that were hard to say.

This morning, Wang Fang could no longer suppress the longing in her heart. Once she got up, she no longer paid attention to her husband and called her son, saying that she would make a trip to the city no matter what. Whether Fan Wenbin agreed or not, in any case, he would come no matter what.

At the other end of the phone, seeing his mother's desperate look, Fan Wenbin could only agree. Once he put down the phone, Wang Fang and Fan Youmin rushed to the city together. They wanted to see how their son, who suddenly encountered misfortune, looked like now.

After a long while, Fan Wenbin was the first to break the heavy and suffocating atmosphere. He looked at his father and softly said a thought that had been lingering in his heart for a few days. "Dad, should we move Grandfather's grave?"

The afternoon after his wife was buried, the weather was gloomy. All his relatives and friends had left. Fan Wenbin drank alone at home. As he drank, a very strange thought suddenly flashed through his mind like a flash of lightning.

Such a very unfortunate thing had happened in his family. Could it be that something had happened to his ancestor, especially his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun's grave? For a moment, the image of the old battalion of the Fan Family in the Red Groove surfaced in his mind.

Previously, during his grandfather's funeral, with the accompaniment of his father, Fan Youmin, Zhenyang Zi had gone to the cemetery where the Fan family's ancestors had been buried for several generations. Finally, he said a profound sentence, "If Great-Grandfather Fan were to be buried here, I'm afraid that it would be detrimental to his descendants in the future. "

At that time, ZhenYangzi Zi had carefully inspected the old camp of the Fan family from top to bottom. He pointed at the grave of the Fan family's ancestors, which was uneven under the sunlight, and said that this old camp of the Fan family was good. However, it had been more than two hundred years since then, and the Feng Shui and spirit energy were gradually being depleted. The meaning behind his words was very obvious. It was best to bury the old man, Fan Zhengkun, somewhere else with better Feng Shui.

Later, when Fan Youmin repeated this sentence to Fan Wenbin without changing anything, he wanted his son to communicate with the other old brothers and choose another cemetery with better Feng Shui for his father, Fan Zhengkun. However, it was strongly opposed by the attitude of those old brothers.

In the end, in order to not cause more intense conflict between the old brothers, Fan Youmin had to give up his own ideas and bury his father in the old camp of the Fan family. Only then could he settle a dispute.

Now, such a big thing had happened in the family. Fan Wenbin very naturally remembered the words that Zhenzi had said, and also very naturally remembered that Sunday after the snow, he drove a Land Rover and pulled Zhenzi Yangzi to the old camp of the Fan Family without anyone noticing. He hid it from the other members of the family and wanted to allocate the Fengshui of the burial ground.

On the grave of his grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, he found a fist-sized rat hole that was emitting hot steam. According to what Zhenzi Yangzi had said, this mouse hole had leaked the vital energy of his grandfather's tomb, so it should be filled up. Hence, Fan Wenbin personally filled up the rat hole to prevent the Yuan Qi from leaking out again.

This was what he had done a while ago when his career was not going well. But now, his wife, Duan Xiangmei, who was a very good person, had unexpectedly suffered an accident without any warning. Compared to his own career, it was much more serious. Could it be that there was something wrong with his grandfather's grave?

Today, taking advantage of the opportunity when his father and mother came to the city to visit him, Fan Wenbin could not help but say this question that had been lingering in his heart for a long time, and wanted to hear his father's opinion. Although his tone was very polite as he sought his father's opinion, in his heart, he hoped that he could move his grandfather's grave to a place with better Fengshui.

Seeing his son suddenly ask him this question, Fan Youmin was slightly startled. Then, he understood. He stared at his son's face, which appeared to be very old due to excessive grief. After a moment, he could not bear to say, "It's time to move your grandfather's grave. "

In fact, on that sunny day a few months ago, Master of Yin and Yang, Zhenyang Yangzi, said something that was hidden in the grave of the Fan family's ancestor. After that, Fan Youmin felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on his heart. It was heavy, and as time went on, it became heavier and heavier.

Not long after that, the sudden howl of a wolf on that winter night made him feel a deep fear once again. At the same time, he could not help but think of the words that Zhenyang Zi had once said, and the thought of moving his father's grave arose in his heart as well.

However, in this way, it would involve many specific and complicated matters. In particular, those few old brothers would definitely join forces to fiercely oppose it, and it was also very likely that it would cause another internal conflict within the clan. When he thought of these troublesome matters, he had no choice but to suppress this thought deep in his heart.

After a brief pause, Fan Youmin reminded his son, "Bin Bin, moving your grandfather's grave is not something that the two of us can decide. Many people were involved in this matter. If they don't agree, just like last time, not only will they not be able to move it, they will even have a stomach full of death energy. "

When deciding on his father Fan Zhengkun's grave. . . If Fan Youmin didn't give in at the end and take a step back, perhaps a few old brothers would have quarreled with each other in front of his father's memorial hall. Or maybe, in the end, the matter would have escalated to such an extent that the neighbors and friends in the neighborhood would see it as a joke.

It was precisely because of the lesson he had learned from last time. At this time, when his son mentioned moving the grave, he had to remind him to avoid any more conflicts. When the family grew up, they would have all kinds of descendants, just like when the forest grew bigger, all types of birds would be the same.

"Such a big thing has already happened, if we don't move the grave, then. . . What else do you want?" Seeing her husband shrink his hands and feet very cautiously, Wang Fang couldn't help but feel a little angry. She angrily interrupted, "Those old brothers of yours. . . Look at how well we've been living these few years. Each and every one of us is jealous. They'll only be happy if they wish for our big house's people to die without a trace.

Even though it was very straightforward, they had to admit that this was a very big truth. The Fan family had experienced more than two hundred years of reproduction and development. Today, their roots were very deep, and their leaves were very big. However, the contradictions hidden within were also very deep. Don't twist and argue, no one would be able to figure it out.

In the history of the Fan family's arduous and arduous development, Fan Yongchang had set up a clever plan at the critical moment of life and death. He did not hesitate at all and decisively killed the prodigal Fan Chenghan who endangered the entire Fan family. It was a very typical example and also the tip of the iceberg. Fan Youmin knew that. . . There were many more examples like this.

Seeing Wang Fang's furious expression, Fan Youmin shot a glance at her. Following his train of thought, he continued, "Bin Bin, if your uncles agree, things will be much easier. But I'm worried that they won't agree. "

Before Fan Wenbin could speak, Wang Fang spoke angrily, "Asking them to agree is even harder than ascending the heavens. " Following that, she firmly stared at her son and said, "Bin Bin, regardless of whether they agree or not, if you want to move, then hurry up and move. Don't bother about those old farts. "

When she said this, Wang Fang's expression was firm and resolute. She was not afraid of the heavens or the earth at all. She was not like a village woman who had never seen the world before. Fan Youmin was shocked, but at the same time, he felt a little respect for her.

He knew that Wang Fang's ancestor was from the Ancient Qiang Tribe. She was also the first human who had lived on this piece of land since the history of Daan. Although thousands of years had passed, Wang Fang's family, the Wang Family in the county town, still had the unyielding and wild blood of their ancestors flowing in their veins.

However, this kind of wild nature unique to the Ancient Qiang people was rarely seen, but once it reached a critical juncture, it would be revealed. In the more than fifty years he had been married to Fan Youmin, this sort of wild nature had occasionally revealed itself a few times, and it was always at critical moments.

"Mom, don't be angry. " Seeing that when mentioning his own uncles, his mother revealed an angry look, Fan Wenbin hurriedly advised. "It's not like I'm alone. If they really don't agree to move the grave, even if I forcefully move it, I won't be able to.

Although it was a lawful society and the various governments had always advocated for lawful governance, in the countryside, the power of the family was still very great. Once the family was bullied, the other family members would definitely not stand idly by. At the very least, there would be three to five family members who would stand up to protect their family's position in the village.

Fan Wenbin was very clear about this situation. If he acted according to his mother's intention, ignoring the objections of the other members of the Fan family, and acted on his own accord, the consequences could be imagined. Not only would he fail to move his grandfather's grave, many unexpected things might also happen. To be honest, As the CEO of a listed company, this was what he was most unwilling to see.

At the same time as persuading his mother, another thought suddenly popped up in Fan Wenbin's heart. Then, he glanced at his father and mother, and very calmly muttered to himself, "It's good that you don't move, so as to avoid others making a fool of themselves. "