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"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!"
The old Taoist shoveled the ground with a shovel while chanting.
It's the same with Lao Zhang next to him, shovel by shovel;
On summer nights, the two of them were already covered in sweat, and their clothes were already wet with sweat.
Zhou Ze was sitting on a stone pier on the side of the road, smoking a cigarette silently.
This situation has almost become the daily standard of the bookstore;
Of course, it is impossible for the boss to take the lead by personally practicing it. The employees of the bookstore are actually used to this.
In fact, the fact that the boss can come here is enough to move people.
"oops¡¡¡¡"
The old Taoist supported his old waist, stopped, and spit on the ground,
road:
"I said Lao Zhang, can't we call an excavator from Lanxiang?"
Lao Zhang shook his head and said, "No, that would be too much noise."
"Isn't it the same now?" The old man said helplessly.
Lao Zhang stopped and glanced at the boss. There was a faint evil spirit lingering around the boss's fingertips, which was enough to block the perception of the three of them here.
Even if someone passed by here, they would not notice the abnormality here, so there is no possibility of alarming the snake.
This, in fact, is the best cover, but the old man can say that he may suddenly "become Ling Jueding" by chance, but sometimes it is so real and ordinary, so you can't see this.
"Let's dig again, I guess we'll find it soon." Lao Zhang said.
"I have old arms and legs, rest first, or you will dig a hole and bury me later."
The old Taoist sat down on the ground, wiping his sweat with the sleeve of his Taoist robe.
His body is really a little weak, not to mention that he was almost shocked into senile dementia by the drought that struck him a while ago.
Lao Zhang continued to dig with shovel after shovel, as if he didn't feel tired at all.
"Let me tell you, Lao Zhang, it's still early, you should take a rest too. Before that, you were helping others in the fields, and you had to sit on the ridge of the field to drink water and catch your breath."
"He's been buried there for sixteen years."
"well."
The old Taoist sighed, and said: "That brother was really quite peaceful when he was sent down, maybe people have already seen it, he has been trapped here for sixteen years, but he didn't become a ghost."
If ordinary dead souls were treated like this, they would have become ghosts long ago. The resentment accumulated over the past sixteen years cannot be underestimated.
However, he came and walked peacefully, freely and naturally, which left a deep impression on the old Taoist.
"Old Daoist."
"What?"
"Nothing."
"You said Sarah."
"I'm a policeman. After knowing this, I feel uncomfortable."
"Oh, it's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, you were young sixteen years ago, besides, in a place as big as Tongcheng, you are not the Lord of the City, how can you know everything."
"I was thinking, if I knew sixteen years ago, what would happen to me?"
Lao Zhang's question made the old Taoist also silent.
The old Taoist has been wandering for most of his life. There are many things, many feelings, and many ways. If he doesn't understand, how can it be possible?
In this world, there are not many absolutely good people, and there are not many absolutely bad people. Most of the people are confused by one word mess.
But this question is too hurtful, and the discussion is not interesting, but after thinking about it, the old man still said:
"Actually, Pindao believes that you would have helped him sixteen years ago."
"Thanks."
"You're welcome."
The old Taoist seemed to have caught his breath, and got up again, ready to help Lao Zhang continue digging. He waved his shovel and pointed to the boundary marker at the entrance of the village that had been dug by the two people long ago.
road:
"In the future, a sculpture can be erected here, with a couplet on both sides;
? On the left: Mr. Gao Yi, the strength of character will last forever;
On the right: a nest of snakes and rats, working together. "
"Hehe, hey, I got it, I got it!"
Lao Zhang yelled, and hurriedly dropped the shovel and went down to throw it with his hands.
Below is a snakeskin bag, after being dug out, there is a fishy smell.You are suspected of intentional homicide and are now arrested by the public security organ. Now, please go back to the police station with us to cooperate with the next investigation! "
At the banquet, everyone exploded immediately.
70th birthday, full of guests, the police directly came in to arrest people, this is really a double day of sadness and joy.
Inside, most of the people were watching the fun, and there were also some people who had some connections with the Chen family, and they also became nervous at this time.
Lao Zhang stepped forward, took out the handcuffs, and handcuffed the old village chief himself.
He noticed that the youngest son of the old village chief was standing beside him, his fists clenched, as if he was restraining something.
Lao Zhang pretended not to see it,
Honestly,
Instead, he hoped that the other party would do something,
certainly,
It's better to use a knife,
If you can take out another sprayer,
It's the best.
Possibly, this is the biggest concession that Lao Zhang can make under his own rules.
Unfortunately,
The old village head grabbed his youngest son's wrist with one hand and forced his youngest son to calm down.
Immediately,
The old village head stood up unsteadily,
His face is already full of wrinkles. Although he looks tough, he really can't hide the heavy marks left by the years on his body.
Everything is explained,
actually,
He really didn't have a good few years to live.
"I had a dream last night, and I dreamed of him, and then I felt that something might happen today."
The old village chief put his hands together and put them in front of Lao Zhang,
Very active,
Very active,
Really proactive.
"Did something happen to him?"
The old village head continued to ask.
Lao Zhang squinted his eyes and didn't answer, but this was actually a kind of default.
The old village head laughed again,
"Sixteen years ago, he was fifty-two and I was fifty-four.
Today I am seventy, if he is still around, he will be able to celebrate his seventieth birthday in two years. "
Lao Zhang handcuffed the old village chief silently.
The old village head was very cooperative,
Continued:
"I have lived what I should have, and I have enjoyed what I should have enjoyed. Do you think I am at a loss?
It¡¯s not a loss, it¡¯s really not a loss, hahaha" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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