Chapter 71 Blind Pang’s grave was stolen! [Seeking for further reading]
There is Pangpo Village at the foot of the mountain. It is a small village with about 200 people, most of whom have the surname Pang.
The village is built on the mountain. A village road winds into the mountain. On both sides of the village road, tea and some fruit trees are planted.
There are many plum trees, and half of the branches are covered with red. It is the season of fruitfulness.
Beside a bamboo forest at the end of the village, there is a small courtyard.
The house only has two rooms, with a wooden structure and muddy walls, which are already mottled and disfigured.
Many tiles on the roof have also fallen off, the threshold has been chewed to pieces by mice, and the yard is covered with moss.
Under the high ridge outside the yard is a three-story country villa, which is in sharp contrast to the dilapidation of the yard.
My grandpa told me that this courtyard was where Blind Pang lived. After Pang’s death, because there were no descendants, the house was taken over by the production team to the collective.
It has not been demolished over the years and has been used by several nearby families to pile firewood and sundries.
There are a lot of dry firewood piled under the mottled walls.
There is an empty coffin in the side room, but I don’t know which old man’s longevity tree it belongs to in the village.
"This old man Pang was considered a figure back then, hey..."
Looking at the dilapidation in front of him, Chen Jingzhi sighed. He hadn't been here for several years.
He once told Murakami that he wanted to spend some money to maintain the house. However, the house had been taken over by the collective and he had no right to dispose of it, so in the end he had to leave it alone.
"Hey, who is this?"
A voice sounded from behind.
On the roof of the house in Kanxia, there was an old woman standing.
The old woman was probably in her eighties. She was hunched over and looking over here with her cloudy eyes.
"Sister Xiuhua, why don't you recognize me? I'm Chen Jingzhi." The old man obviously recognized this woman.
"Chen Jingzhi?"
The old woman stared at her eyes for a while, "Ah, Chen Gouwa from Jiapigou?"
Chen Gouwa?
Chen Yang expressed shock, is this his grandfather’s nickname?
This is the first time I heard about it.
The old man's expression was also a little strange.
It was a little embarrassing to be called by a nickname in front of my grandson.
The old woman seemed to be alone at home, and there seemed to be few people talking to her. She tremblingly went downstairs and came to the yard to chat with Chen Jingzhi.
"Why, are you here to visit Master Pang's grave?"
The old woman had a toothless mouth and looked at the incense candle paper money placed next to her. It was not difficult to guess. What they came here for.
"Yes."
Chen Jingzhi nodded, "I haven't been here for several years. Why don't you come back? Come and have a look."
"Hey, it's time to come and have a look. There was a heavy rain some time ago, and the reservoir above released floods. Many graves in Shengji Dam were washed away, and Mr. Pang’s grave also collapsed..."
"What?"
Chen Jingzhi was shocked. For a moment.
Is it such a coincidence that the tomb collapsed?
"Yes, it collapsed. The village is discussing countermeasures. I heard from my son that those who have no owners and no descendants to support, I am afraid they will not care about it..."
Hearing this, Chen Jingzhi couldn't sit still. He hurriedly apologized and led Chen Yang to Shengjiba in a hurry.
Shengji Dam.
It is a large cemetery in Pangjia Village, located among a chun forest.
With the mountains at its back and facing the Yima Pingchuan outside Pingqiang Town, there are no mountains blocking the view.
Looking from afar, a road winds out from between the mountains, like a dragon emerging from the sea, rushing towards the Qingyi River.
From a Feng Shui perspective, the geographical location of this land should be considered excellent.
Many people with the Pang surname will be buried here a hundred years later.
There are cicadas chirping and birds chirping in the forest, but it doesn’t feel dark at all.
There are new graves and old graves in the forest, but many of them have long since lost their incense and have not been swept by descendants. They are overgrown with weeds and piled with dead leaves.
It rained heavily a few days ago, and the upstream reservoir released floods. The Mentougou in the village failed to withstand it. The water overflowed and entered the Shengji Dam. Many tombs were washed away by the water. Although the water has receded now, the scene still looks quite miserable.
Most of the new tombs are made of masonry and cement, so the damage is not big, but many old tombs have collapsed.
Some even rushed out the coffins, leaving the scene a mess.
Under the leadership of the old man, a half-collapsed tomb was found in a corner of Shengji Dam.
“Hey!”
There is not even a monument, and the place where you stand is full of mud.
Standing in front of the grave, Chen Jingzhi was obviously a little disappointed.
He still remembered that his father, Chen Tongsheng, had piled this grave stone by stone by his own hands.
Now that I'm like this, I can't help but feel a little guilty.
Chen Yang patted him on the shoulder, "I'll talk to the village later and find someone to pull some masonry and cement this afternoon and repair it again."
"Yes."
Chen Jingzhi nodded.
I burned some paper money in front of the grave, kowtowed, and when I was about to leave, I suddenly stopped again.
"What's wrong?" Chen Yang was a little surprised.
Chen Jingzhi frowned as if he had discovered something, and walked around to the back of the tomb.
But there was a big hole opened behind the tomb, and you could see the coffin inside.
The coffin did not rot, but it was opened artificially, and the bones inside were exposed.
This is not the key.
The key is that this hole has traces of digging with a hoe.
It was not washed away by water at all.
"Who the hell is this..."
Chen Jingzhi's face darkened and he started to curse on the spot.
Chen Yang's face trembled. In his impression, his grandfather was very well-educated. It was rare to see him so angry.
Immediately, I found Murakami. Several cadres from the village came to the scene to see the situation, but they all frowned.
This matter is very serious and serious.
Digging graves is a matter of annihilating one’s descendants.
As for the motive, it is either a grudge against the family or a desire for wealth.
As for grudges, Blind Pang has been dead for fifty or sixty years, who can still have a grudge against him?
As for making money?
There are indeed burial objects in some old graves.
However, everyone walked around the cemetery and found no traces of other tombs being excavated.
There are several large graves in Shengjiba. Instead of digging those large graves that are obviously more valuable, he digs the lonely graves in the corner here that no one worships?
If it’s for money, isn’t this pure stupidity?
Chen Yang felt that this matter was not simple. The other party seemed to be rushing to Pang Xiazi's grave.
What several cadres meant was that the village should check on its own first, and if it really doesn’t work, report it to the officials.
……
Pangpo Village Committee, a farmhouse.
Chen Yang ordered a table of dishes, treated the village cadres to a meal, and by the way talked about building Blind Pang's tomb.
This matter was a trivial matter to him, but the village still had to agree.
After all, they are not from Pangpo Village, and their relationship with Blind Pang is very subtle.
After lunch, after seeing off the guests, Chen Yang opened a room in the farmhouse and stayed temporarily. He had to wait for Murakami to give an explanation. He might not be able to go back tonight.
“Grandpa, I don’t think this matter is that simple.”
In the room, Chen Yang talked about his views on this matter, “Do you think it is possible that Pang Pang was there? What extraordinary things were buried in the old man’s tomb..."
(End of this chapter)