Chapter 683: The farce of moving the grave

Ning Zhiyuan sighed slightly and glanced at Long Hui and Long Qing, "Master, Master, since the Yanhuang Iron Brigade is still wary of us, no matter how many people are sent there, they will avoid us, so we can't rush this matter. ,take it easy."

Long Hui nodded, "Zhiyuan, start investigating immediately and dig out the cancer hidden in Yinlong and Feiyu. With one incident after another, there must be a problem within the organization."

Ning Zhiyuan nodded, "I will investigate as soon as possible." While speaking, Ning Zhiyuan glanced at Jiao Hongzhuo intentionally or unintentionally, but saw that Jiao Hongzhuo's expression did not change at all.

During this period of time, Zhao Xinyu was busy with work, but Xihanling was developing steadily. After vegetables such as rape, spinach, and coriander, cucumbers, eggplants, green peppers, and beans were also opened one after another.

Perhaps it is because vegetables are grown on farmland that has been planted with alfalfa for several years. The vegetables grown from the fertilizer are not only larger in size but also taste better than last year, which attracts many people.

Every day, more people enter other villages than Xihanling. The number of people in several villages has surged, and Xihanling has to buy battery cars again to relieve the pressure.

While a large number of people poured into several villages, the renovation and development of several barren mountains was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

The Xuanlong and Kongsang Groups were destroyed one after another, and Jinshanjiao fell into chaos again. Some small drug lords who had been suppressed by Xuanlong and Kongsang fought for territory. They also temporarily gave up attacking the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, which allowed Zhao Xinyu to Walk out of the house again.

What's more, when rescuing Bai Haotian and Fei Yu, he killed two Huangwu realms. In order not to attract too much attention, Zhao Xinyu's appearance continued to increase.

On this day, Zhao Xinyu went for a walk around Xingzhuang. As he was walking back, he suddenly saw people and villagers from Xingzhuang rushing towards the north of the village.

Zhao Xinyu's heart moved. In addition to Alfalfa, Tianlong Mountain where the cemetery is located in the north of the village, Tianlong Mountain is currently being renovated and developed. That's where they should go. . . . . .

The next moment, Zhao Xinyu thought something happened at the cemetery.

Thinking of this, Zhao Xinyu also followed the people towards Tianlong Mountain.

By the time Zhao Xinyu passed by, hundreds of people had gathered outside the Tianlongshan Cemetery, and quarrels could be heard coming from inside.

Hearing the noise, Zhao Xinyu frowned slightly. The tomb relocation was coordinated by several villages. The village also coordinated with the villagers to try to avoid unnecessary accidents. Now. . . . . .

Now Zhao Xinyu is surrounded by green wolves when he travels. Before he came, the people who came to watch the excitement had already seen the green wolves. Of course they knew who was following them.

Now that Zhao Xinyu came over, they immediately opened a passage, and Zhao Xinyu walked through the crowd with doubts.

In front of the cemetery gate, Xing Guoming, Wang Peng, Han Tianliang and several villagers were trying their best to stop a few middle-aged people in gorgeous clothes. The left side of Xing Guoming's face was even more swollen.

Behind those middle-aged people in rich clothes stood more than a dozen workers holding tools. Their eyes were full of confusion.

Seeing Xing Guoming's swollen face, Zhao Xinyu frowned, and there was a trace of displeasure in his eyes. As a Chinese medicine practitioner, he could certainly tell that Xing Guoming's face was not swollen because he was angry, but because he was beaten. .

The appearance of Zhao Xinyu made both sides of the push stop. Zhao Xinyu frowned and looked at Han Tianliang, Wang Peng, and Xing Guoming.

"This is?"

Before Han Tianliang and the others could speak, a middle-aged man who looked very gentle glanced at Zhao Xinyu and said, "You must be Zhao Xinyu. Why are you so obsessed with such a thing? You can't even act as a watchdog."

As soon as the middle-aged man said these words, the onlookers' eyes widened. They all looked at the middle-aged man as if they were fools.

Zhao Xinyu is very kind to the villagers and people who come in and out, but it does not mean that Zhao Xinyu has no temper, and this person is extremely defensive. Wang Peng and Xing Guoming had conflicts with Zhao Xinyu at first, but Han Tianliang has been following Zhao Xinyu , and I heard from the villagers in Xihanling that when Zhao Xinyu was in despair, Han Tianliang helped him a lot.

Now he is being scolded as a watchdog. Not to mention Zhao Xinyu, they all can't stand it.

The villagers who came over were filled with indignation and gearing up. As long as Zhao Xinyu spoke, they would teach these short-sighted guys a lesson.

Zhao Xinyu didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on Han Tianliang, "Grandpa Han, what's going on."

"They said that the cemetery we planned was too small and the style was not good-looking, and they wanted to renovate it. We refused, and they even beat Xing Guoming."

"From that village?"

"They are not from our side."

Zhao Xinyu's face darkened, "They are not from these villages. The cemetery has something to do with them."

"Zhao Xinyu, please be more polite. We paid for the cemetery."

Zhao Xinyu looked at the middle-aged man who spoke, then turned to look at Han Tianliang, "Who did he buy the cemetery from?"

"Xing Hui from our village." Xing Guoming said with a frown.

"what happened?"

"Xing Hui's great-grandfather was from the village. He left the village when his grandfather was young. This is not the case of moving graves in the village now. He came back and said he wanted to move his grandfather's grave back. We agreed, but we sold the index to them. , they are not from the Xing family, so they plan to reopen a cemetery and move their ancestral graves in."

After hearing what Xing Guoming said, Zhao Xinyu showed a trace of displeasure in his eyes. He looked at the middle-aged man coldly and said, "You are not from this village. Your ancestral graves are not qualified to enter the cemetery. Leave immediately."

"What are you talking about? We spent the money, so I can sue you for fraud."

"Brother, if you talk nonsense to a few country bumpkins, you'll be honest after the fight."

As he spoke, a middle-aged man rushed over. As soon as he stretched out his hand, Zhao Xinyu grabbed his wrist, "He must have been the one who hit me just now."

Seeing Xing Guoming nodding, Zhao Xinyu waved his hand, and the middle-aged man weighing 145 pounds was thrown three to four meters away and fell heavily to the ground.

"Go to whoever you pay money to."

"Xing Guoming, inform Xing Hui that his family's ancestral graves cannot be moved to the cemetery. If he wants to cause trouble, let him find me. In addition, inform all those whose ancestral graves are still in the village that if they want to move their graves, they must do so honestly. If you want to play any tricks, stay away. Their registered permanent residence is not here, so they have no right to make irresponsible remarks."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at the villagers behind Han Tianliang and the others, "Others are making trouble at the door of the house, you can hold it in, if someone wants to be stupid next time, don't be polite, treat guests with courtesy, treat animals with courtesy Just treat them like animals."

People are like this, if you are good, they will be intimidated. When Zhao Xinyu got angry, the middle-aged people were stunned. The one who was thrown out by Zhao Xinyu got up and lowered his head to hide behind the middle-aged man.

"Zhao Xinyu, we can sue you for fraud."

Zhao Xinyu smiled coldly, "The village charges you a penny, but the village promised you something, what about the contract."

"We gave Xing Hui 180,000 yuan."

Zhao Xinyu smiled coldly and looked at the middle-aged man who was speaking as if he were a fool. "What does your giving of money to Xing Hui have to do with us? If you want to sue, you should sue him, or move your ancestral graves to his home."

After saying that, Zhao Xinyu ignored them and went directly into the cemetery. He saw that three-quarters of the cemetery had been erected with tombstones, which made Zhao Xinyu nodded with satisfaction.

After walking around the cemetery, Zhao Xinyu looked around and his eyes flickered a few times. The cemetery and the barbed wire fence really didn't match. They should get something to match them.

While he was thinking about whether to use landscape trees or flowers to decorate the area around the cemetery, he heard another noise outside the cemetery.

At the entrance of the cemetery, a middle-aged man in his forties was pointing at Xing Guoming and cursing, while an old woman in her sixties was grabbing Xing Guoming. But those middle-aged people just stood in the distance, looking like they were watching a good show. The surrounding villagers all looked strange, and some wanted to pull the old man away.

Although he didn't know these people, Zhao Xinyu had already guessed their origins. The middle-aged man should be the Xing Hui mentioned by Xing Guoming.

Seeing Zhao Xinyu come out, the old woman let go of Xing Guoming, cursed and rushed towards Zhao Xinyu, her eyes full of resentment.

Heifeng growled, Zhao Xinyu waved his hand and looked at the old woman coldly.

The old woman rushed over, like a shrew, and grabbed Zhao Xinyu's face with both hands. Zhao Xinyu's eyes showed a chill. When the old woman's hands were about to grab his face, he ducked. The woman lost her hands and fell to the ground.

When she got up, her face was covered with sand, and there was faint traces of blood in one place, and he suddenly started to cry.

"It's killing people, Zhao Xinyu is killing people."

Xing Hui, who scolded Xing Guoming angrily, saw his mother fall and rushed towards Zhao Xinyu like crazy, "If you dare to hit my mother, I will kill you."

Zhao Xinyu could tolerate an old woman who was like a shrew, but he had no such tolerance for Xing Hui, not to mention that Xing Hui's yelling had already touched his bottom line.

The next moment Xing Hui rushed over, Zhao Xinyu waved his hand, and with a bang, Xing Hui was slapped and thrown far away.

Xing Hui was beaten, and everyone watched with real interest. The middle-aged people who were watching the excitement shrank their necks, and they were secretly glad that they didn't play rogue with Zhao Xinyu just now. If they had played rogue now, they might have been beaten just now. .

"How dare you hit my son." An old man in his sixties cursed and rushed towards Zhao Xinyu.

Snap, the same crisp sound, the old man turned around and sat on the ground.

"You can even sell your own ancestral graves without raising a child. Who do you think you are? If you have the nerve to come and make trouble, you are not afraid that the ancestors of the Xing family buried there will come after you."