Zhou Buqi got up at around 6 a.m. the next morning.

Load the prepared offerings, incense, ghost coins, and burning paper into the car, and set off with the bodyguard and dad to go to the city bureau first.

Zheng You, the deputy director in charge of this security mission, has arrived, along with seven or eight uniformed police officers, all equipped with guns, and an Iveco.

"Old Zheng!"

Dad got out of the car first and rushed over in surprise, stretching out his hands.

"Haha!" Zheng You smiled happily and shook hands with him, "I heard that you came back and volunteered to apply for this task."

Zhou Buqi felt a little helpless.

What the hell!

He seems to be dad's friend.

What do you call this?

You can’t call me Uncle Zheng, right?

There was no other way. Zhou Buqi walked over and said with a smile: "Director Zheng, I'm really sorry to trouble you so early in the morning. I think this car is old, right? I'll look back in the name of the company.

Donate ten vehicles to our people’s police!”

Zheng Youdao: "Thank you! Thank you Boss Zhou for your generosity!"

Zhou Jianjun waved his hand, "Okay, there's no need to be polite to this bastard. He can't even bark. It's a big deal if there are two bad guys."

Zhou Buqi's face darkened and he could only say: "Uncle Zheng."

Zheng You laughed loudly, "Don't listen to your dad, it's official business now, one code is one code."

Zhou Jianjun said: "Let's go quickly. We won't have time in a while. When the old man gets angry, he will even beat you."

Zheng You asked: "Uncle Zhou still has such a bad temper?"

Zhou Jianjun said: "I went to a nursing home in the capital and played chess and cards with some retired cadres every day. My temper... well, it's much better than before, and I don't do much violence anymore."

"If you don't take action very often, then you still have to take action."

Zheng You is also a bold person, not like a leader at all, and his laughter is bold and bold.

Zhou Buqi also got an Iveco, and two Ivecos set off at the same time. Director Zheng sat with his father and talked loudly along the way, talking about his childhood.

Only then did Zhou Buqi find out that they were classmates in elementary school and both came from Xiaohu Village.

This village is the destination for visiting the grave this early in the morning.

Back then, when the Japs came to China, the warlord Han Fuqu escaped without firing a single shot. The Japanese army occupied the Jiaozhou Peninsula, burning, killing and looting all the way. There was a second wave of invasion into Guandong. My grandfather Zhou Guangshan was only a few years old, so he followed his great grandfather.

Grandparents, parents, uncles and aunts went to the Northeast together and settled in the "Little Tiger Village" near Chuncheng.

The ancestral graves are all there.

The distance is not too far, less than an hour's drive.

After the 1990s, the Zhou family's mountain product business prospered, and they also took great care of the village. They established a mushroom breeding base and encouraged the villagers to grow fungus.

Affected by this, Xiaohu Village is considered to be the village with the best conditions among the ten miles and eight townships. No matter how wealthy it is, every family has a color TV and a brick house, and their life is relatively well-off.

The Zhou family naturally has a very good reputation in the village.

The village chief can also be considered a relative, being the brother-in-law of Zhou Buqi's cousin.

Zheng You has a very good relationship with his father. He talked a lot about how he was beaten while catching fish when he was a child, and then he whispered: "How is your big brother doing?"

Zhou Jianjun raised his eyebrows, "What should I do?"

Zheng Youdao: "I heard that they want to engage in real estate now and have borrowed a lot of money. The loans are not enough, and they have borrowed tens of millions from the private sector. Some of the methods are not very regular."

Zhou Jianjun was silent for a long time, "The family has been separated."

Zheng You nodded.

Zhou Buqi sat in the back row, put his face close to him, and whispered: "Dad, when you get off the car later, you have made arrangements. Don't burn the real money as ghost coins! Then I will give out ghost coins to the old people.

I dug up your ancestral grave."

"You bastard!"

Zhou Jianjun was so angry that this bastard didn't know how to save face for himself.

Zheng You laughed again.

…

An hour later, Zhou Buqi saw his grandfather Zhou Guangshan, Zhou Jianguo and Zhou Bubi's father and son on the hillside next to Xiaohu Village. There were also some distant relatives, including cousins, uncles, cousins, and cousins.

Brother, we have a large family of more than twenty people.

All are men.

Zhou Buqi was a little embarrassed, as he didn't know many people. More importantly, he brought a bodyguard with him to stay with him, for fear that Zhou Buqi, that bastard, might get in trouble and stab him.

But it's a bit outrageous to bring an outsider to worship our ancestors.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and said with a smile: "This is the master I invited from the capital. He is the best at reading the feng shui of the underworld. Let him help us control it. It's okay, grandpa, how about we start?"

Zhou Guangshan had no expression on his face and nodded.

The process of worshiping ancestors is boring and boring.

Zhou Buqi had no interest at all, but he actively stepped forward to burn the paper, not because he believed it, but because it was freezing cold and he could keep warm by coming up.

Then an elder said from behind: "Xiaohua! Xiaotao! Don't stand there, go over and burn a few! The more you burn, the more your ancestors will bless you. Look at you, brother Qi, or someone else is rich...

…”

When Zhou Buqi heard it, he thought it made sense!

If I could live another life, maybe my ancestors had blessed me, so I rushed to burn it.

There were seven graves in total, and everyone worked together to burn them all quickly.

Kowtow one by one.

After kowtow once, go down the mountain and leave.

The weather is too cold, so burn it down and evacuate as soon as possible.

Times have really changed.

Zhou Buqi remembers that when he was a child, he went to the grave with his family elders, and there were seven or eight different procedures. He couldn't even think of going down the mountain without an hour.

The visit to the grave is over.

The next step is the key point—distributing money.

This was Zhou Buqi's idea.

In the past, every Spring Festival, the Zhou family would come to Xiaohu Village to distribute money, but they only distributed money to some families who were particularly poor or who had encountered major disasters.

Ten or two hundred thousand are given out every year.

This year, Zhou Buqi prepared three large packages of cash, a total of 3 million!

He wants to distribute money to all the elderly people over 60 years old in the village, 10,000 yuan per person. According to statistics from the civil affairs, there are about 280 elderly people over 60 years old in the village.

Actually, it was prepared for dad.

In the past few years, my father has been synonymous with being hopeless and has been ridiculed. This time, letting him stand up and give money to the elderly in the village is actually a return to his hometown in glory and pride.

With these 3 million, it will be smooth sailing if accompanied by the police.

Unexpectedly, the leaders of the county and township had already prepared in the village, the tables were set, and the banners were pulled up: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou Jianjun, chairman of Yuanwei Group, for returning to his hometown to donate."

When the money was distributed, it was grandfather Zhou Guangshan and father Zhou Jianjun together.

Zhou Buqi stood next to Director Zheng, as well as county and township leaders, all looking at this friendly scene of mutual prosperity with smiles on their faces.

The old people who received the money were even happier. They lined up in two long lines, full of enthusiasm in the cold weather.

Grandpa is better, he is older.

Dad is not so good. After receiving a wad of money, many old people trembled with their hands. Some said "Thank you Junzi", some said "Junzi has made a difference", and some simply bowed to him.

Dad couldn't bear it, so he had to bow in return.

With so many people bowing, my father's waist was a bit unbearable. He still had to put a friendly and kind smile on his face and hand a wad of money into the hands of the elderly.

Zhou Buqi was somewhat touched by this scene.

I feel that when it comes to money, dad’s dignity is the most important. From now on, every Spring Festival, we should arrange such an event so that dad can take some cash and go back to his hometown to distribute money.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

In the distance, there was the sound of tractors, some three-wheeled, some four-wheeled, about a dozen of them. The back buckets of these tractors were filled with gray-haired old people.

"Holy shit!"

Zhou Buqi was stunned.

Zheng You was stunned for a moment, then became furious. He turned to the county and township leaders next to him and asked loudly: "What's going on? Who are they?"
To be continued...