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Uncle Zhao rushed over quickly, squatted on the ground and looked closely.

Soon, uncle Zhao raised his head and asked the man who came with the urn: "where did you get the urn?"

The man replied: "when Zhao Yongxin asked people to flatten the tomb before, I saw it and then picked it up. I know it should be ashes, so I kept it in my home all the time. I want to say that I will return it to you when you come back."

"At that time, I didn't know that it was the ashes of the chief's father, so I didn't know who to contact, so I could only keep it in my home. When I heard the chief talking about it, I thought it was the ashes of the chief's father."

Uncle Zhao nodded, turned to look at Zhao Yang, then nodded to him and said, "Zhao Yang, this urn belongs to your father. It's true."

Zhao Yang immediately held the urn in his arms. When he held the urn in his arms, suddenly two lines of tears came out of his eyes.

It is said that the man has tears, but not to the sad place, Zhao Yang hugged his father's urn, sad from the heart, the heart of guilt, remorse and sadness will swarm up.

As soon as he remembered that his father had never enjoyed a good day, Zhao Yang's heart was torn up and hurt to death.

When the villagers saw this scene, they were moved one after another. It can be seen from Zhao Yang's crying that he was a very filial person, otherwise he would not cry so sad.

People have a deeper liking for Zhao Yang. They worship, revere and love him.

After a while, Zhao Yang dried his tears, stood up, and then asked the man who gave the urn to him, "what's your name?"

The man was flattered and respectfully responded: "looking back, my name is Liu Xiaohua."

Zhao Yang took the black leather bag from Zhao muxue's hand, opened the zipper, then took out a few stacks of paper money that had been bundled from it, handed it to Liu Xiaohua and said, "this is for you. Thank you for helping me find my father's ashes and keeping them at home. Thank you!"

Liu Xiaohua was completely deceived. He never thought that Zhao Yang would give him money. Moreover, it's still four stacks of money. Needless to say, it must be 40000 yuan.

The villagers were all here at this time. They looked straight at Zhao Yang with four stacks of red paper money in his hand.

My God! Four fold, that's forty thousand yuan! The villagers looked at Zhao Yang one after another, and their faces and eyes were full of amazement.

Zhao Yang put four stacks of paper money into Liu Xiaohua's hand and said to him, "here, this is my thanks to you. Thank you for helping me keep my father's ashes."

Liu Xiaohua took the four fold money, still did not respond, Leng in the moment motionless.

Zhao Yang then took out six stacks of paper money from his bag and thrust it into Liu Xiaohua's arms. He said to him, "today, I have a little less money. That's all. I'll give it to you. Don't be too little. I'll thank you again some other day."

Oh, my God! Not 40000, 100000!

Yes, the chief gave Liu Xiaohua 100000 yuan!

It's a hundred thousand yuan!

100000! For many people, it is not a huge sum of money, but for the villagers of Qianmen village, it is undoubtedly a huge sum of money, a huge amount of money.

It's good to know that they can earn 10000 yuan a year. They are very busy in the fields. Apart from eating their own rice, they don't have much surplus to sell, because Zhao Yongliang has occupied all their fields.

So the villagers in Qianmen village are living in a tight life, and no one has so much money. So when they saw Zhao Yang give Liu Xiaohua the 100000 yuan, they were shocked.

In particular, Zhao Yang said that sentence, only with such a little, not too little. 100000 yuan, too little? Ten thousand yuan is already a lot of money in their eyes. One hundred thousand yuan can be saved for seven or eight years in the countryside.

After a long time, Liu Shaohua finally recovered. He looked at the ten stacks of cash in his arms, and then at Zhao Yang. His eyes were full of incomprehension. He still couldn't believe it was true.

Soon, a villager beside him touched him and whispered to him, "don't you thank the chief quickly?"

Liu Xiaohua was sure that it was true. He said to Zhao Yang, "chief, there are too many of them. I just did a little help. I can't take the money."

Liu Xiaohua said that he would return the money to Zhao Yang. Zhao Yang stopped him and said with a smile, "brother Xiaohua, you have to accept the money. You have done me a big favor. My father's ashes are priceless for me. You have helped me to keep the priceless treasure. I thank you for that, as long as you don't want to be too little."

What else did Liu Xiaohua have to say? When he saw Zhao Yang's expression, he immediately closed his mouth.

"Take it. You deserve it." Zhao Yang patted Liu Xiaohua on the shoulder and said with a smile.Then Zhao Yang asked him, "brother Liu, do you have anything to do in this period of time?"

Liu Xiaohua shook his head and said, "no, except for occasionally going to work in the field for a while, other time is very leisure."

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "I have a thing to do for brother Liu. I don't know if you are willing to do it?"

Liu Xiaohua nodded fiercely and said: "chief, you can tell me. As long as I can do it, I will go through fire and water."

Liu Xiaohua now treats Zhao Yang as a benefactor and gives him 100000 yuan as soon as he makes a move. My God, he has never saved this money in his life.

So Zhao Yang has anything, as long as he can do, he will do it without hesitation.

Zhao Yang said with a smile: "when I come back this time, I want to help my father rebuild a tomb. Today, I will choose the location and then repair the tomb. I'll leave it to you to take care of it. Can you help me?"

In the face of Zhao Yang's politeness, Liu Xiaohua looked down at the 100000 yuan in his hand. Without any hesitation, he nodded at him and said, "no problem. Don't worry. With the 100000 yuan, I promise I can repair the tomb beautifully."

Zhao Yang likes Liu Xiaohua more and more. Brother Liu is a lovely man. He is not greedy, honest and honest. He is trustworthy.

Zhao Yang shook his head to Liu Xiaohua and said, "brother Liu, this 100000 yuan is for you. It's yours. I built my father's tomb with my money. How can I build it with yours?"

Zhao Yang then said, "I'll find someone to design the drawings of the tomb, and then let someone tell you what it is like. You just need to be responsible for supervising the work."

"In the early stage, I'll give you one million yuan first. If it's not enough, I'll add it."

The scene was boiling.

A million? million!

Yes, a million!

He built a tomb for Zhao Laosi. It cost him a million yuan.

Oh, my God!

One million tombs, which are located in ten li and eight townships of Qianmen village, have never heard of anyone who used one million to build tombs, let alone one million, even 100000.

In front of him, Zhao Yang, however, was able to get one million yuan directly, which was not enough.

The real rich! The real local tyrant!