"Old Wang, how do we do this? A lot of this root is stuck in the coffin, so it's going to be a bit difficult to remove."

"Yeah, why don't we just cut it off from the edge with a shovel? That would save time and effort."

Uncle Wang was instantly pulled back to his thoughts and blurted out: "No!"

"ah?"

Uncle Wang saw everyone's confusion and explained, "The master just said that we can't damage the integrity of the tree, nor can we damage the coffin boards."

"Please take some time and energy to carefully pull those tree roots out of the coffin."

When everyone heard that it was the advice from the master he had asked for, even if they had any opinions, they could only keep them to themselves. This was no joke. Once they broke the rules, something bad might happen, and they might not be able to leave the cemetery.

Everyone here was working nervously and didn't dare to be distracted. On the other side, Xiao Yang returned to the village and hurried home in secret, fearing that his embarrassed look would be seen by others.

Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished. There was a big man with a lame leg standing right at the entrance of the village, as if waiting for someone, blocking his way.

Xiao Yang hid behind a big tree on the roadside and stuck his head out. He felt very unhappy. It was really bad luck to go out. The resentment he had towards the Wang family that he had dissipated gathered again, and he cursed them countless times in his heart.

The lame man was in a state of anxiety. Ever since he learned that the Wang family had discovered the evil tree, he ran to the village entrance, hoping to get first-hand information.

Naturally, he had seen Xiao Yang coming back from the cemetery a long time ago. Seeing that Xiao Yang was hiding and unwilling to show up, he was anxious, so he took the initiative to walk up to Xiao Yang.

"Xiao Yang, what are you doing here? Didn't you go to help Lao Wang dig up trees?"

Xiao Yang cursed the man inwardly for being so tactless. He closed his eyes, put on a smile, and walked out. "Ah, it's Hu Laosan. Why are you here today? Are you waiting for someone?"

Hu Laosan smiled innocently and said, "I came out for a walk because I was bored. I've finished my housework and have nothing to do."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and asked tentatively, "Oh, by the way, I heard you went to help Old Wang's family dig up trees?"

Xiao Yang got angry when he talked about this, and said angrily: "That's right! I don't know what's wrong with him, he actually asked a master to help him look at the feng shui. He said that there was a big problem with the tree on the graveyard and it had to be moved to change his family's feng shui. I think he was just bored and busy himself like this..."

When Hu Laosan heard this, his smiling face suddenly changed color, and his fingers unconsciously curled up. He pretended to be calm and asked, "Oh, really? It seems that his family's series of funerals are also because of that tree?"

Xiao Yang was carefree, completely unaware that the person in front of him was trying to trick him. He said bluntly, "Who says it's not true? That master talks about it so logically, maybe it's true. Anyway, we don't understand it, so I won't tell you anymore. I have things to do back home."

Hu Laosan looked at the figure gradually moving away and fell into deep thought.

After a moment, he looked in the direction of the cemetery, his eyes fierce and without any warmth from before, and turned around and walked towards his home.

At this moment, a breeze blew by, and the branches swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound. In the midst of this sound, a sentence that seemed to be true or false was mixed in: "It seems that we have been discovered!"

An hour later, the brown elm tree was carefully dug out and completely removed, and the large hole was filled up again.

Uncle Wang took a look at the Chinese toon tree on the grave, walked over and used his strength to pull it out completely. Seeing that the roots were very soft and similar to what the master had guessed, he felt much more relaxed.

At this time, the villagers drove a tractor and everyone worked together to move the tree up. There were people supporting it on both sides, and the car slowly drove towards the place that had been selected.

Several people had dug a tree pit here before, and when the tree was transported in, the work was just completed. Everyone worked together to transport the tree down, put its bottom into the pit, and buried it. Aunt Huang was worried, so she watered the brown elm tree again to prevent it from drying up and dying.

***

Hu Laosan was nervous after returning home.

Because I had been in poor health in the past two years, I lay on the recliner and fell asleep in a daze.

Whatever you think about during the day, you dream about at night.

He dreamed of the dispute with the Wang family that year.

That's when his leg was broken.

He was just twelve years old that year. The village was measuring the land, and it happened that his family's land was next to the Wang family's land. The two families had a quarrel because the measured number of acres was incorrect.

Later, negotiations failed and a fight broke out. The Wang family had many sons, and he was the only one. Seeing his father being pinned to the ground and beaten, the young boy rushed forward and was hit by a stick in the chaos, breaking his ankle bone. The medical level at that time was poor, and although the Wang family paid compensation, they did not receive good treatment, and he gradually became lame.

The next year, his father died of illness. Before he died, he was still talking about what happened that year. When he saw his father close his eyes, he knew that this incident was a pain that his father would always have, and it would never be erased even in the underworld.

After that, his mother lived with his lame son and two daughters. Within two years, his mother could no longer bear it and left them without saying anything.

He was the eldest at that time, but he did not cry. He carried the burden of the family on his thin shoulders. Even his limp could not slow down his work speed.

In order to lighten his burden, the elder sister took the initiative to help with some work within her ability. One winter, she fell into the lake and never woke up again.

He died at the age of ten.

With the help of the villagers, he arranged a simple funeral for his sister, but because they had no money, they buried her casually.

He knelt at the graves of his sister and father, his heart filled with hatred for the Wang family.

His eyes were bloodshot, but not a single tear shed. He stared at the mound of earth without even a tombstone and said firmly, "Dad, big sister, don't worry. I will avenge the Wang family for you."

He didn't cry when facing them, but burst into tears when he turned around.

It hurt, it was excruciating! But he couldn't let the dead see him sad. He had to be a real man. So even though he cried so hard, he didn't let out a single whisper.

After returning home, the little sister said, "Brother, let's live a good life from now on."

His red and swollen eyes looked towards the source of the sound. His five-year-old sister was squatting beside the dirty clothes, scrubbing them with her small hands and saying words to comfort him.

At that time, his hatred for the Wang family reached a new level. If they had not bullied him that time, his father would not have died of depression, his mother would not have abandoned them, and his eldest sister would not have fallen into the icy lake while washing clothes.

Later he recuperated.

He made good friends everywhere in the village, and was the first one to run to whoever needed help. Over time, the villagers became more and more sympathetic and optimistic about him, and when they saw his lame leg, they would criticize the Wang family.

The Wang family also noticed this phenomenon. In the past, people from the same village were friendly to them, but gradually their attitude changed. They felt a little isolated, but not much. As the Wang family was large and had always been confident, they did not take it to heart.