Chapter 384 What! My Grandfather’s Grave Was Dug Up
Looking at Zhang Chulan carrying a lot of bags and going to school, Liu Shang pretended to ask casually.
"Brother Chu Lan, what is college life like?"
He needed to understand it in advance and then decide whether to continue learning the family's skills and become an absolute insider, or to take the time to get a diploma from a social school and find a decent social identity for himself.
"Everyone has their own way of living. It also depends on what major you choose."
Zhang Chulan slumped in the back seat of the car and spoke in a lazy tone.
Then he thought about his life in the second half of the semester. With the pocket money given by his family, he finally didn't have to work part-time while studying. He was very happy when he thought about it.
For him, one thousand yuan a month for living expenses is already more than enough, plus the pocket money given to him by the clan leaders and elders, and the pocket money given to him by several elders who are said to have known his grandfather, all added up to more than 500,000 yuan.
There is no way to spend it all! There is no way to spend it all!
Whenever Zhang Chulan touches his bank card, he can feel a heavy sweet burden.
"I see..."
Liu Shang nodded thoughtfully, thinking that maybe he could choose an easier major and get a diploma in the future, so that when he goes out to play and makes friends with others, his self-introduction will look better.
As for the possibility of not being able to get into university, Liu Shang had never considered it at all.
Having gone through the strict training and high-pressure study of the Zhang family, he didn't believe that any learning in ordinary society could defeat him!
Who knows, he might even become a top student who lives in the legends of others!
Liu Shang's eyes were bright and his burning gaze was cast at his legal guardian Zhang Molan.
Zhang Molan, who was driving, had one hand on the car window and the other turning the steering wheel. He looked very relaxed and hummed a song nonchalantly.
Feeling Liu Shang's eager anticipation, he only needed to glance at him in the rearview mirror to know what this kid was thinking.
"Be more confident, my dear disciple. You are a family diplomat personally appointed by the only two elders of the family. You must have academic qualifications recognized by society.
It would be best if you want to go to this school, but you have to go even if you don’t want to.
We have paved the way for your future. You will study in the family for the next two years. After two years, you can choose whether to take the high school entrance examination based on your learning progress. After you pass the examination, you can find a middle school to enroll in.
You must not neglect ethnic studies or the courses taught in school. After the college entrance examination, the university will depend on your grades and your interests. As for choosing a major, if nothing unexpected happens, you should choose one of the three subjects: political science, psychology, and languages.
"Well, thank you Master for arranging this for me. I'm sorry for taking the trouble. I know that Master treats me the best."
Liu Shang spoke in a cheerful tone and acted coquettishly to Zhang Molan very naturally.
"Hmph, now that you know it, study hard and don't give me too much trouble. I hate trouble."
His good disciple was indeed sensible, well-behaved and cute, much better than other students in the family!
After mentally criticizing the other new generations in the clan, Zhang Molan hummed happily, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
Zhang Chulan looked at the natural atmosphere between the two of them and felt a little envious.
But then he thought of Liu Shang's full schedule and the sharp words of abuse from Zhang Molan that he heard from time to time, and that little bit of envy suddenly disappeared.
Everything in this world has a price already set, and he cannot afford such a master.
After Zhang Chulan returned to school, in addition to attending his regular classes, he also had to read all the books borrowed from the family library in his spare time.
Although he no longer needs to work outside, he is busier than before.
When Zhang Chulan thought of the group of test-taker in the family and the family-organized exam at the end of the year, he felt as if the sky was falling and he had to make up for it.
Just when he was concentrating on his studies, a phone call suddenly broke his ordinary life.
"What? You said my grandfather's grave was dug up!!!"
After hearing what the police officer on the other end of the phone said, Zhang Chulan was completely stunned.
What the hell, are there still people digging up ancestral graves these days? Are they tomb robbers?
But when his grandfather died, he was buried in a thin coffin without any burial objects. So there was nothing worth stealing?
Zhang Chulan was puzzled and didn't know who would steal a corpse.
All behaviors must have a motive, so the person who stole grandpa's body must be able to get something from the body.
Zhang Chulan stroked his chin, and then a light bulb went off in his head, and he suddenly thought of the Zhang family's ancestral Qilin blood that he had previously ignored.
I heard from the elders in the family that many people are secretly coveting their family's ancestral Qilin blood, and it is best to hide your identity when you go out. Could it be that those people who dug the graves were here for the Qilin blood?
Thinking about how few elderly people are seen in family and clan areas, there are many people who are actually in their seventies or eighties but look as young as seventeen or eighteen.
Zhang Chulan, who only found out at such an old age that he was an immortal, was both secretly happy and worried.
If the other party confirms his grandfather's bloodline, wouldn't the next step be to capture him?
Thinking of this, Zhang Chulan's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.
Just when I was about to hang up the phone and go to my family for help, I learned something shocking from the police officer.
"What? You said there's a woman named Zhang Baobao who claims to be my sister? I'm obviously the only child in my family, how can I have a sister?"
Zhang Chulan clenched his fists, veins throbbing on his forehead.
If she is a younger sister, it can also be explained that after his father disappeared, he reunited with his family and gave birth to a younger sister for him.
But what about my sister?
It can't be that his father cheated on his wife, right?
"Officer, I have a favor to ask of you. Please, absolutely! You must keep that woman here. I want to see who is so shameless as to pretend to be my sister!"
There was a small flame of anger burning in Zhang Chulan's eyes, and he was determined to restore his father's innocence!
"Okay, I'll try my best. You should come back soon."
The police officer opposite had a hint of sympathy in his tone, and he also comforted Zhang Chulan.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Chulan thought for a while. He originally wanted to call Zhang Moyu, who was kind and gentle to him, to tell him about this.
But thinking that the other party usually had a lot of things to deal with, it would be inappropriate for him to disturb him with these trivial matters that had not yet been completed, so he gave up.
In the end, he called Zhang Hailou, who was like-minded, easy to talk to, and had a wide network of contacts.
As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Chulan spoke in a sad tone:
"Brother Lou! I received news today that my grandfather's grave was dug up!"
"Digging up our family's grave? That's just showing off... Wait, your grandfather's? Your grandfather's grave hasn't been moved back to the family's designated cemetery yet, right?"
Zhang Hailou was halfway through his words when he suddenly realized that these tribesmen who were wandering outside did not have the money or spare time to build tombs for themselves. He estimated that at most they would build a small mechanism in the tomb, while others would find one every time they dug.
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