Chapter 287 Those Barren Mountains Have Owners
Xingxing called out "Brother Yan" with a smile.
Wei Shiyan practiced the last two sword moves, then sheathed his sword and stood up, smiling at Xing Xing: "Are you here?"
Xing Xing walked forward familiarly. Wei Shiyan was holding the sword in his hand, which was not very convenient, so she simply reached out and untied the sachet tied to Wei Shiyan's waist.
Wei Shiyan started wearing sachets a few years ago. The first sachet he wore was made by Xingxing when she was four years old and just started to learn needlework from Bai Xiaofeng. The stitches were crooked and it could barely be considered a "bag".
But Wei Shiyan still cherished it and kept wearing it until Xingxing was seven years old. Her needlework skills had improved a lot and she couldn't bear to look at the "bag" she made when she was four years old, so she made a sachet for Wei Shiyan to replace the one she made when she was four years old.
The one Wei Shiyan is wearing right now was made when she was seven years old.
Of course, from Xingxing's current perspective, this sachet is much better than when she was four years old, but the craftsmanship is still so immature that it is unbearable to look at.
But Wei Shiyan thought it was okay and didn't mind the ugly sachet, so he kept it hanging around his waist. Xingxing often came over and helped him replace the mosquito repellent herbs inside.
This time, Xing Xing took off the old sachet from Wei Shiyan's waist, and took out a brand new sachet from her arms, which was already filled with medicinal herbs for repelling mosquitoes, insects, snakes and ants.
"Look, my craftsmanship has improved, right?" Xing Xing waved the new sachet in her hand, showing it off to Wei Shiyan, revealing two happy little pear-shaped smiles, "I made it for my second brother, third brother, fourth brother, and Ju Ge'er! They all said it was good!"
As for Bangger's three younger ones, they were still too young to hold anything on them. After Xingxing lost two of the ones she made for Bangger, she was too lazy to make them anymore.
Wei Shiyan carefully looked at the new sachet in Xing Xing's hand and praised: "This craftsmanship is very good. You are worthy of it."
Xingxing smiled happily, her eyes sparkling.
Wei Shiyan did not forget to extend his hand to Xing Xing: "Give me the old one too."
Xing Xing passed the sachet over: "You want one too, it's so ugly."
Wei Shiyan glanced at her, put the sachet in his arms, and said nothing.
Xingxing didn't care much about it.
The boy is already fourteen or fifteen years old and is currently in the voice changing period, so Wei Shiyan doesn't like to talk much.
But the boy gradually lost his childish appearance, and his features became more handsome and heroic. Xing Xing felt that it was okay for her brother Yan not to speak.
She looked very happy.
Xingxing changed the sachet for Wei Shiyan and chatted with him about daily life.
Basically, it was Xingxing who was chattering, and Wei Shiyan would occasionally chime in.
Xingxing didn't stay long, after all, Li Chunhua was still waiting for her in the Taoist temple.
"Brother Yan, I'm going back." Xing Xing said goodbye to Wei Shiyan.
Wei Shiyan watched Xingxing's back as she entered the lost forest and disappeared, then he returned to the house with his sword.
In recent years, Xingxing came often, and his misfortunes seemed not to be so serious. He would occasionally come into contact with outsiders, but they would not be in any danger.
This means that he is getting better.
The old Taoist priest was also very happy about this, and was counting the days until the year when he would be eighteen years old.
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Xingxing returned to the Yu family and heard what Mrs. Wei and Old Man Yu had said. She learned about the relocation of the burial mound and suddenly realized why the two people from the Zhao family had caused such a commotion before.
"What about our family?" Xingxing asked, but couldn't help but look at Old Man Yu.
As soon as Xingxing came in, she noticed that her grandfather seemed to be in a low mood.
Xingxing had visited the graves of Old Man Yu many times, so she naturally knew that some of the Yu family's relatives were also buried in the back mountain.
Mrs. Wei coughed and said, "Although we are not short of those few taels of silver, but... he is a marquis after all, and he can crush us to death with just a flick of his finger. Our family lives such a comfortable life, why would we bring disaster upon ourselves for these things?"
Although it was Grandma Wei who said this to Xingxing, Old Man Yu could also hear that Grandma Wei was also trying to persuade him.
Old Man Yu said in a muffled voice, "I understand the reasoning... I have no objection to this, but when I think about my family members who have been buried well in the ground for many years, and they are suddenly being moved away, I feel a little uncomfortable."
Xing Xing blinked and said, "Actually... Grandpa and grandma, I suddenly remembered something."
Mrs. Wei and Old Man Yu both looked at Xing Xing.
Xing Xing crossed her fingers, still a little embarrassed: "…Just before, it was Grandma Da Xi's birthday, and I didn't have anything good to give her, so I took the little silver my second brother gave me as my annual dividend, and bought a few mountains for Grandma Da Xi…But Grandma Da Xi didn't want them, so the deeds to those mountains have been kept in my little private vault ever since. Because I didn't make it public, no one knew about it except Grandma Da Xi and me…"
Mrs. Wei and Old Man Yu took some time to digest what Xingxing said before they understood it. They both couldn't help but reveal a complicated expression.
Xing Xing whispered, "What I mean is, they want to build a mausoleum in the back mountain, even if they have to relocate everyone in our village. But if there is no land deed... will it work?"
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At the same time, the captain of the guards received a reply from Li Zheng that most of the villagers agreed to relocate the graves.
The captain of the guards was very satisfied. Li Zheng carefully reminded him: "...But, sir, although there is nothing in the mountains of our village, it seems that the area is directly under the jurisdiction of the county. If you want to build a mausoleum in the back mountain, do you have to go to the county to complete the formalities?"
The captain of the guard frowned a little impatiently.
Didn’t the Lin’an Marquisate just want to build a mausoleum on a barren hill?
Compensating the relocated villagers with money is already very kind!
Why do I have to go through the formalities at a small county government office?
But the captain of the guards suppressed his impatience and said, "It's just a procedure in a wasteland. Just go and do it."
They just happened to be going back to the inn in the county to rest, so they just did it while they were at it.
He just couldn't believe that in such a small and barren county government, anyone would dare to block the procedures of their Lin'an Marquis Mansion?
The guards rode at lightning speed towards the county town.
The captain of the guards went to the yamen with two guards as fast as the wind.
When the people in the yamen heard that they introduced themselves as people from the Lin'an Marquis Mansion, they dared not neglect them. Even the county magistrate hurried out from the backyard, dressed neatly as if facing a powerful enemy, and accompanied them.
The master in charge of land tax was under great pressure and was quickly flipping through the case files, looking for the deeds to the mountains behind Nantuo Village.
However, the more he turned, the more cold sweat oozed from his head.
Until he turned to a certain page and read it line by line, the cold sweat he was sweating profusely.
When the county magistrate saw the master's appearance, he felt something was wrong.
"What are you talking about!" The captain of the guards saw that the master froze at a certain page and did not move. He urged him impatiently.
The master raised his head in embarrassment: "...No, sir, the case record says that those barren mountains already have owners..."