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It is eighteenth month for winter, and it is suitable for burial.

Cang City, Zhangjia Village!

This village is not big, but it looks very distinctive. A spacious cement road connects the village and the provincial road.

There is a stone archway at the entrance of the village, which is very new in style. It looks like it has only been erected recently. In addition to the name of the village, it also carved with words such as "Good weather and rain".

After passing the archway and entering the village, the main road is spacious, covered with bluestone slabs, digging canals on both sides, and stone railings are set up. The canal is connected with a stream outside the village, and the water flows slowly. There are various rows of ginkgo trees beside the canal, and there is still a thousand-year-old banyan tree in the small and medium squares of the village, with lush branches and leaves.

Houses in the village may have been renovated, but basically maintain the old appearance, with white walls and black tiles, and a quiet ancient style.

Zhang Ling'er, who came to Zhangjia Village for the first time, watched curiously all the way. When she passed by the primary school in the village and found that the name of the school was actually "Yonghao Primary School", she couldn't help but be stunned.

Finally, the car stopped by an alley called Qingfeng Lane, and then a man came up.

Zheng Yunrong got out of the car, pulled Zhang Ling'er's hand, pointed at the man and said, "He is your father's younger brother, ranked fourth, call him Uncle Fourth."

Zhang Ling'er looked at the man whose outline was somewhat similar to her father and shouted obediently: "Uncle Fourth."

The voice of Uncle Fourth made the dark-skinned man's eyes turn red. He squatted down and opened his hands and said, "Can you let uncle hug him?"

Zhang Ling'er refused without permission and hugged this strange relative.

The fourth brother Zhang Yonggui's eyes became redder and he hugged Zhang Ling'er tightly and said, "Good boy, you are suffering."

Zhang Ling'er smiled and said, "Uncle Fourth, Ling'er is not bitter. Aunt Zheng is kind to me."

Zhang Yonggui nodded, let go of Zhang Ling'er, stood up and said to Zheng Yunrong: "Miss Zheng, thank you for taking care of this child for many years. Come on, let's go here!"

Under Zhang Yonggui's leadership, several people entered the alley.

Walking forward and talking all the way, the few people learned about Zhang Yonggui's situation. Although he is only twenty-nine years old, he has married and has a family and has a pair of children. His second sister and elder brother, one of whom married far away and the other went out to work, both settled a family outside and basically didn't come back much.

Zhang Yonghao's relatives who are still in the village are only his younger brother.

However, when Zhang Yonghao was still alive, he did a lot of things for the village. It can be said that he donated almost all the money he earned to the charity cause in the village.

The main bluestone road in the village, the canals, the small square in the village, the archway at the entrance of the village, etc. were basically built with the donations of Zhang Yonghao. Before Zhang Yonghao passed away, he also invested in the establishment of a primary school, which was the Yonghao Primary School they had just passed by.

As soon as the call was finished, the Zhang family's ancestral home also arrived.

After a while of rest, Zhang Yonggui arranged a table of food, invited several people to have a meal, and the funeral was held in the afternoon!

According to the customs of the village, a mourning hall was required to be set up when a villager died. The bodies were placed in front of the hall for people to pay tribute, and they were cremated and buried three days later. The funeral of those like Zhang Yonghao who made significant contributions to the village was still grand.

However, Zhang Yonghao told him to keep everything simple before his death, so Zhang Yonggui did not make any extravagance.

It was just strange that when they were about to leave, the old man smiled at them and seemed extremely kind!

This made Zheng Yunrong very puzzled. They seemed to have no malice, but why did Li Ji look like he was facing a great enemy in a meeting?

After everyone left, Li Jikai asked the old and young man: "What are you doing here!"

This old and young man were Song Wenen and Jiang Zechuan who stopped him at the high-speed rail station when Li Jikai came back from Yangcheng that day!

These two people are mysterious and cannot be separated by enemies.

Jiang Zechuan shouted unhappily: "Li Jikai, why are you shouting at me? Can you be a little polite to Mr. Song?"

Song Wenen waved his hand and said, "It's okay, we did come a little abruptly, and it's right that he should be nervous."

Li Jikai frowned and asked, "Are you following me?"

Song Wenen shook his head: "You misunderstood. Although I really want to make friends with you, we are not here for you this time."

Li Jikai frowned: "Then what are you doing?"

Jiang Zechuan said coldly: "Li Jikai, who do you think you are? Where do we go and what we do, do we want to report to you?"

"Xiao Jiang!" Song Wenen shouted lightly, and then said to Li Ji: "We are here to send Zhang Yonghao on his last journey!"

Li Jikai still frowned, "Did you come for Ling'er?"

Song Wenen actually nodded and said, "You can say that too!"

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in the cemetery.

An invisible aura was released from Li Jikai.

Jiang Zechuan immediately felt that his body almost subconsciously lowered the center of gravity, which was a defensive fighting posture.

Seeing this, Song Wenen hurriedly said, "Don't get me wrong, we don't plan to be bad for that child. Listen to me and finish your words!"

Lee Jikai shouted, "Say!"

Song Wenen immediately reached into his arms, as if he was about to pull out his gun.

Li Jikai's momentum surged again, like a beast that could seize people at any time!

Song Wenen smiled bitterly and said, "Don't be nervous."

Li Ji said expressionlessly: "You should move slowly. If I was frightened, I wouldn't even know what reaction I would have!"

Song Wenen shook his head and slowly took out something from his arms.

It's not a gun or a knife, but an envelope.

Song Wenen stretched out his hand and raised the envelope in his hand, "This is a letter written by Zhang Yonghao to me. He asked me to ask her daughter for something! Let me tell you, you can see it yourself. If you can't believe it, you can find someone to compare Zhang Yonghao's handwriting!"

After handing the letter to Li Ji, the old and the young left.

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