Fang Ming returned to the intersection and heard the ghost soldiers report that he knew that no one was going out. After all, it was a rainy day. Who would go out now? Send someone to guard it just in case!

Soon, Wang Liulang also came to report his orders. Fang Ming was overjoyed and looked back at Qingxi Township, saying, "I will move here soon..."

This was the incense and vow he had accumulated for many years. Even if the village wanted to build an altar, it had to start from scratch. Moreover, the altar was newly established and there was so much luck to protect him. Zhang Huaizheng had been destroyed and he could not find the ancestral spirit to worship for a while.

If the lonely ghosts around the village get the chance, they will definitely make some moves. Fang Ming will take back the Yin soldiers to each village, and then the village will immediately dance with demons. Will there be any other way besides enshrining the land god?

The subordinates didn't understand their intentions for a while, but they still congratulated: "Congratulations to the lord!"

Fang Ming looked at his respectful attitude and thought that the trip was going smoothly, and the county was prepared for the reaction. For a moment, he felt very happy. He looked into the distance and murmured to himself, saying, "It's just a little storm!"

In the ancestral hall, Zhang San knew nothing about the major events that happened, and the heavy rain poured down, so naturally no one would come to worship. He also stole half a day of leisure in his life, bought some wine and side dishes, and drank alone in his house. Soon, he became drunk and touched the bed and fell asleep.

The moment he broke the village, he felt panic, but before he could wake up, he lay down for a while, waiting to kill Zhang Qingyun, but Zhang San often worshiped and thoughts. At this time, his heart was so irritating that he could no longer lie down, and he didn't wear clothes, and came to the main house with his chest half naked.

At this moment, it was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the head, and the cold sweat fell, and the alcohol was gone. In the middle of the altar, Zhang Qingyun's divine lord card had been cracked. As soon as he came in, he brought a gust of wind, and the tablet completely dispersed and landed on the ground.

Zhang San's legs were weak at this time. He had been in charge of the ancestral hall for many years and knew what this meant. After staying for a long time, he finally jumped up. Regardless of the heavy rain outside, he stumbled towards the Zhang family and said, "It's a disaster, a disaster..."

When he arrived at the Zhang family, he found that it was also a mess. Many people did not use rain gear and went in and out of the gate with an anxious look. He reported his intention to come. After waiting for a long time, he still didn't respond. Finally, he grabbed a familiar servant and asked, "I have something important to ask to see the master. Why haven't I responded for so long?"

The servant wiped a handful of rain water and saw Zhang San who was familiar with him, and whispered: "What else do you want to see? The master is gone!"

"Ah!" Zhang San was shocked. He had met the master a few days ago, so why was it gone?

The servant looked around and saw that no one was paying attention. He said again: "I heard that he was an emergency and fell into the study on the spot. He was exhausted. He just hired Dr. Chen and said that he had a heart attack and had been dead for a long time..."

Zhang San was in a daze, but he still said, "Who is in charge? I want to see my wife!"

The servant was suspicious, and he asked for a meeting in this situation, and there must be something big, so he said, "Who else, Mr. Zhang! But you, what's wrong with me? I'll report it to you too. If it's a small matter, then go back as soon as possible. The mansion is in chaos, who will care about you?"

Zhang San couldn't speak in a low voice in front of the servant's ear. The servant didn't hear it clearly at the beginning, and said, "What... louder, it's so heavy!"

After saying it twice, he finally heard it clearly. The servant's face turned white. This was not what he pretended to be for others to see just now, but the fear from the bottom of his heart. He trembled and said, "Don't lie to me, this is... but... a big disaster!"

Zhang San's face looked stern and said, "Who will choose to come and have fun at this time? Go and report!"

The servant responded in a daze and walked into the room.

At this time, Zhang Huaizheng's bedroom was in chaos. The eldest wife Zhang hugged two young children and cried like tears. Several concubines around him gathered in a circle and cried. Butler Zhang finished his work and saw Zhang like this again, and suddenly felt a big head.

But he still said: "Madam, please take care of yourself. There are so many things inside and outside, and you still need to be hosted by the wife! Especially the young master and the lady, you still need to be taken care of by the wife!"

Zhang and Zhang Huaizheng got engaged since childhood. Although they were not as good as the couple after getting married, they were harmonious and had some true feelings, so they cried sadly. When they heard this, they looked at the child in their arms and were also crying and were panicked. They calmed down and stopped crying and said comfortingly: "Child, don't be afraid, there is a mother!"

With the spirit, my body straightened up and returned to a little color. I glanced at it, especially when I stopped on the concubine with the boy. I saw that the concubine shook and cried even louder.

Zhang said, "You are here to accompany the master, Mr. Zhang, and follow me to the side hall!" Then he pulled up his two children and came to the side hall with Mr. Zhang. He asked, "What are the rules of associations now?"

Mr. Zhang was also happy as his wife returned to her former majesty. With the excitement of the young master and the lady, she really cheered up her wife up and said, "Madam, you still have to bury the master first, then buy a birthday house, open a mourning hall, send someone to report the funeral, wait for the grand ceremony, and choose a cemetery, and be buried at the time of the time."

A cold light flashed on Zhang's face and he said coldly: "You have always been healthy and have never had any physical illness. You know that. Now that you are going so strange, you advocate getting buried as soon as possible. What is your intention?" This voice was chilling.

Butler Zhang knelt down violently, his forehead was dark and blue, and he said, "Madam! I also know that the master is going strangely. I'm afraid that someone will not be a slaughter, but now there is no real suspect. If you sue the county government, you can know what the consequences will be..."

Without waiting for the wife to ask, she continued to say: "The county came down to investigate. If the master was an assassination, the most likely murderer, or a person from the Zhang family, will have to take a few people to prison at that time. Even the lady and the young master will be suspected!"

Seeing the wife sneering, she said again: "Of course, it must not be done by the wife. But even if the county does not take anyone to jail, she has to pass the court. Once the court passes, everything has to be handled. If the master is there, it is okay, but if the master is not there, the county has some relationships, and it is not of great use. However, the Zhang family has been well-managed by the master over the years, and no one in the county is jealous?"

Speaking of this, Zhang thought about it, and the voice of Butler Zhang seemed to be cold: "The master has also made some grudges over the years. It is hard to guarantee that he would take advantage of the fact that the Zhang family was left with only an orphan and widowed mother. If he meets the county magistrate who is not very worried, he sentences the Zhang family to murder the head of the family and take the opportunity to confiscate the property, that would be a ruin! Although the county magistrate Wei Zhun has a good reputation, he must be careful..."

Butler Zhang said, "So, you cannot apply for the official matter. You must ask someone to come and check it out in private. The old slave swears that he will find out the whole story and avenge the master!" He knocked down again, and a bang.

Zhang thought for a while before his voice became softer, and he said, "I blamed you wrongly before, get up!"

Butler Zhang thanked him, stood up, and said, "Besides this matter, there is another thing that is the most important thing, that is, the master's position! This is the foundation of the Zhang family."

Zhang was shocked and asked, "Isn't this Yun'er? Is there anyone else who is moved?"

Mr. Zhang smiled bitterly and said, "The young master is only eleven years old. According to ancient etiquette, he is still fifteen years old. He is still four years away. The seat here cannot be empty. There are many people in the Zhang family!"

Zhang gritted his teeth and said, "Can't you go to the county to clear the situation? Use more money to let Yun'er succeed to the throne. At worst, I'll take care of him first!"

Mr. Zhang smiled even harder and said, "Although the official is just a lieutenant, he also has a lot to do with the countryside. It has a great relationship. If the Taizu had not been afraid of being given too high a position, the county would not be able to control it, and he would have to rise again. Such an important position, how could the current young master be called, not afraid of the He Family Dianshi before? As for the wife's stewardship, to say a disrespectful thing, this is not the throne, and there is no rule of the Queen Mother's regent..."

Zhang was shocked and knew that he was Meng Lang, so he said, "In your opinion, what should I do?"

Butler Zhang lowered his head and thought, and when he looked up again, he had an idea: "You still have to use money, but you don't ask the young master to succeed to the throne, but you have to make a promise. Xinli is just a steward. When the young master becomes an adult, he will return it to the young master. It is best to make a document."

Of course, after eating the meat in his mouth, he wanted others to spit it out again. Neither Zhang nor the housekeeper had the intention, but with this promise, he had a status and righteousness. In the future, he would be justified and would have less trouble.

Zhang nodded, suddenly feeling a little tired, but he still forced himself to cheer up and said, "You are right, just do it..."

I wanted to say something, but I saw a servant rolling in half and crawling in, muttering: "It's a disaster, it's a disaster..."

Butler Zhang frowned and wanted to drive him out. But he didn't expect that the servant would come forward to see his wife and the butler, kneel on the ground, and stumble, "Madam, no... it's bad, it's a disaster..." Butler Zhang stepped forward and kicked, cursing, "What's the matter that is not eye-catching is bigger than the master's business? Why don't you get out of here?"

The servant was caught and spoke quickly, but he still had a pale face and said, "Madam, the housekeeper, Zhang San, who was in charge of the ancestral hall, came to report that the ancestor Zhang Qingyun's divine lord had broken for no reason. I'm afraid... I'm afraid it's a big deal..."

"What?" Zhang was shocked, and felt dizzy. He rubbed himself hard before he had the strength and said, "You... say it again..."

The servant kowtowed and said, "The ancestor Zhang Qingyun's divine card... is gone... Zhang San is outside, please go and ask him!"

"I, I want to go and see it myself..." Zhang Shiqiang stood up, and the housekeeper who was already shocked, woke up. He quickly called a few maids to support him, and sent someone to carry an umbrella. When he arrived at the gate, Zhang San knelt down and reported in tears: "I was fine yesterday, but I didn't know that I went to see it just now, and it was broken."
Chapter completed!