C215 His Nickname Is Fan Zhufeng

Seeing Wang Jianguo mention the ancient Roman Gilded Silver Plate, Fan Wenbin's heart could not help but tighten slightly, but he still looked very cold on the surface. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the other party drank water to catch his breath, he changed the topic and coldly asked, "Old Wang, how's the progress of the project?"

When he said this, he could not help but ponder deeply. Ever since Wan Laifu's accident, for the sake of safety, that silver plate was secretly transferred from the company to his home. It was hidden in the study room, and it was very secretive.

It was a rare treasure, and he absolutely could not leak any information about it. Otherwise, it would bring him a series of troublesome matters. In his heart, he warned himself to be extremely careful like this.

"I'm working hard. It will definitely be completed by the spring of next year. " Wang Jianguo knew that the Yellow River ecosystem restoration project was a project that the city and county level environmental protection departments strictly monitored.

After leaving the detention center, he received another round of scolding from his wife. In a fit of anger, he simply ate and lived on the construction site. He did not return home and monitored the progress of the project with Ning Peng.

Seeing Wang Jianguo say this, Fan Wenbin felt a lot more relieved. He stared at the other party, and after a moment, he continued to ask in a cold voice, "Old Wang, you came to find me to complain to me? Or is there something else?

Even though he asked this question, from Wang Jianguo's complaint, he already understood that there was only one reason why Old Wang came to find him today, and that was to borrow a sum of money to help his son marry a wife.

Wang Jianguo chuckled, and just as he was about to say his intentions, Fan Wenbin unexpectedly waved his hand at him and said in all seriousness, "It's your business to help your son marry a wife. If you want to borrow money, I don't have it here. "

It was unprecedented for him to reject Wang Jianguo in such a manner. After the incident, Fan Wenbin finally understood that, for some reason, whenever he mentioned money, he would be filled with cold air.

Seeing that Fan Wenbin already knew his intentions and bluntly refused, Wang Jianguo was very embarrassed and very helpless as he said, "Director Fan, then I'll be leaving first. "

Looking at Wang Jianguo's slightly hunched back, Fan Wenbin could not help but sneer. He thought to himself, This fellow is really unlucky. I let him be in charge of the Yellow River's environmental management project, but he attracted a lot of good fortune and caused a lot of trouble.

After receiving the news of Wan Laifu's death, in order to prevent the situation from spreading rapidly, Ning Peng secretly made a trip to Wan Laifu's house and said some comforting words filled with emotions. He also gave Wan Laifu's mother, that lonely old lady, 5,000 yuan.

When the old woman saw so much money, her eyes lit up like a hungry wolf's. It was as if she had never seen so much money before. She held the money tightly in her arms and said repeatedly, "My son's life should be like this. I won't sue, I won't sue. "

After listening to Ning Peng's narration, Fan Wenbin felt slightly relieved for himself, and he also couldn't help but feel a trace of sorrow in his heart. The orphans and widows actually ended up in such a pitiful state.

That rare ancient Roman Gilded Silver Plate was originally the first discovered by Wan Laifu, but unexpectedly, he got into trouble and was beaten to death. As for himself, he took it for himself through Old Bian Tou's hands.

Now, under his meticulous planning, Old Bian Tou went to Shenzhen and was arranged by Chen Zhijie to be a security guard in a Hong Kong electronics factory. His salary was also much higher than working in Daan County. He was very satisfied.

Old flat-head also called. He said in a grateful tone that after he settled down, he also sent Jiao Yilan's widow to Shenzhen. Now, the two of them worked in the same factory and lived a good life.

Although this matter was done flawlessly, at this moment, a trace of uneasiness and embarrassment surged in Fan Wenbin's heart. He felt that it was heavy, and he wanted to stuff a pile of dirty and stinky rotten cotton. It was so clogged that he panicked. There was an indescribable feeling of discomfort and heaviness that he clearly felt.

This kind of very uncomfortable and heavy feeling. For a few days in a row, it had been suppressing Fan Wenbin tightly, making him unable to calm down. Especially when he returned home and saw his wife's young portrait, he felt even more uncomfortable.

During this period of time, taking advantage of the cold wind howling in the afternoon, he secretly drove to the old camp of the Fan family in the Red Groove by himself. He wanted to see with his own eyes if there was anything wrong with his grandfather's grave.

The last time, Zhenzi Yangzi had asked him to fill up the steaming hole. However, not long after that, his wife suffered misfortune. Helplessly, he wanted to invite Old Monk Kong from the Coiling Dragon Temple to take a look, but he received a very tactful rejection, causing Fan Wenbin's heart to feel even more uneasy.

The red ditch in winter was very quiet, and it was also very desolate and desolate. It was filled with a desolate and withered aura. Standing in front of his ancestors' graves of various sizes, he could clearly feel this desolate atmosphere rushing towards him.

The weather was gloomy and gloomy. In the cold wind, the ancestors' graves seemed to be in decline and neglected. Piles of yellow earth were arranged on the hillside of the Yang-Prosperous Land in an orderly manner, as if they were telling stories about the vicissitudes of life.

In these stories that were filled with thick and mysterious legendary colors, the story of the wild wolf and the fate of Fan family that was recorded in the family tree once again appeared in Fan Wenbin's mind very clearly.

On that morning when the sun rose, the third generation head of the Fan family, Fan Yongchang, went on a secret journey and killed the scum of the family, Fan Chenghan, without any mercy. He hung his head high at the entrance of the ancestral hall and pulled the Fan family back from the edge of death once again.

Ten years later, on the morning of the rising sun, Fan Yongchang died. At this critical moment, the shrewd man who saved the family several times, just like Fan Shide and Fan Jinggeng, died mysteriously.

Before he died, without any warning, he died very suddenly. After Fan Yongchang died, his body curled up like a dog. His eyes were wide open, revealing a very frightened gaze, as if he had seen a very terrifying scene before his death.

A few days later, on the way to bury Fan Yongchang, this mystery was solved very naturally along with a long and mournful howl. The funeral procession carried the coffin containing Fan Yongchang's corpse. Just as they walked into the red ditch, someone suddenly shouted, "Wolf, wolf! There's a wild wolf at the top of the mountain. "

Following this cry, everyone looked up and saw a completely black wild wolf sitting majestically on the top of a mountain not far away. Two sharp eyes stared at the group of people who were going to be buried. Then, they looked up to the sky and let out a long and shrill howl.

At this moment, everyone finally realized what was going on. Before Fan Yongchang died, he must have seen a wild wolf. Perhaps, he had even heard the howl of a wild wolf. Otherwise, he would not have died in such a painful and pitiful manner, curling up his body tightly like a dog.

Thus, the news of the sudden and mysterious death of the Fan family's third generation ancestors, like a whirlwind, spread across both sides of the Yellow River once again, causing many people to discuss and speculate. All kinds of theories were thrown out of the cage, and there were all kinds of things to be said, causing the Fan family to be in a very sorry state.

Just as the members of the Fan family were about to collapse from the mental torture, a woman called Fan Shangju bravely stood out and gathered all the members of the family, men, women, old and old. They gathered in front of the ancestral hall and announced a mission in an imposing manner under the bright sunlight.

"Grandfather, grandmother, uncles, aunties and brothers. The ancestors of the Fan family have lived here for hundreds of years. How could they be scared away by wild wolves? Last night, I had a dream. My ancestors told me that there was only one way to get rid of the wolves. That was to use straw to make a lot of white wolves and place them at the entrance of the village.

Everyone recognized him. This young woman called Fan Shangju was the granddaughter of Fan Jinggeng, the second generation's ancestor. She was also a very fierce girl who didn't cover her feet. She walked with her big feet and ran around crazily all day long.

A few people who didn't like Fan Shangju copied Yang Zhuofeng, the lively girl who burned the fire in Yang Gate Female General, and gave her a very loud nickname, Fan Zhuofeng.

It was also at this moment that everyone suddenly understood. A while ago, when the camels from Liangzhou who had returned from business in Shaanxi passed by the Fan Family, they said that a person called White Wolf was leading a bunch of cold-hearted kids who weren't afraid of death, causing a lot of trouble there.

That's right. Fan Zhufeng was right. For a moment, everyone started whispering to each other. Since the three generations of ancestors of the Fan Family were all scared to death by the black wolf, we'll make a lot of white wolves and let them scare away or bite the black wolf to death.

Many people couldn't help but sigh in their hearts at the dream of the old ancestors. It's still our Fan family's old ancestors who are smart enough to come up with such a brilliant idea. Fighting poison with poison, using wolves to bite wolves, it was indeed an excellent idea.

Besides, whose ancestors did not protect their descendants from safety, health, prosperity, and riches? Since it is the dream of the Fan family's ancestors, it must not be wrong for us to do so.

At this time, a lot of voices suddenly rang out in the crowd. "Aunt Shangju is right. I also had such a dream. " "Sister Shangju said exactly what I thought. Using the white wolf to scare away the black wolf, the Fan family will be safe and sound. "

Thus, everyone's faces began to glow with a red light that they hadn't seen for a long time. Each one was more excited than the last. Each one was more active than the last. They all shouted that they wanted to produce a lot of white wolves, beat away the black wolves that harmed others, and return peace and happiness to the Fan Family.

A few days later, countless white wolves made of straw were set up around the Fan Family's ferry, especially the entrances and exits, which were set up a lot. These white wolves were tall, big, and strong, enough to be several times taller than an adult wild wolf.

Seeing this scene, All the members of the Fan Clan had incomparably sincere smiles on their faces. They all had sufficient reason to believe that with these tall and mighty white wolves, there was no need to be afraid of those elusive wild wolves.

As a result, Fan Shangju's status in the clan had also improved significantly. Although she was an unmarried big foot girl, she was highly respected by everyone. In fact, in many people's eyes, she had already been regarded as the leader of the Fan family's new generation.

It was also very fast. After such a big commotion, the Fan family settled down day by day. Until Fan Shangju married for many years, nothing shocking had ever happened again. With this peace, a few decades quickly passed.

Thinking of this, Fan Wenbin faced the cold wind and began to search the four mountain peaks very carefully. In his heart, he very much hoped to see that completely black wild wolf. At this moment, standing on the mountain peak, just like in the legends, it let out a long and mournful howl that shook the heavens and earth.

However, he was quickly disappointed. The four mountain peaks were empty. There was only desolation and loneliness. There was no trace of life in the cold wind, let alone a living black wolf.