It was indeed ignored.

From the time I decided to buy a mountain to the moment I had to sign a contract, no one remembered the ancestral grave.

There have been many generations of people living there, and who has no ancestral grave? The custom here is to bury their own ancestral graves in their own fields, and some are even behind the old houses.

So it is not surprising that graves can be seen in almost every vegetable field, and even in the yard of someone's house.

This is a big deal.

The tradition of Chinese people is that you can beat me and scold me, but you can't insult my family. If you dare to touch my ancestral grave, it will definitely be a life-threatening person.

Zhang Yanming recalled the terrain of the entire Qiaoping Mountain, thought for a while, and took the phone call: "Hey? Red Sea."

"It's me, the boss."

"You think this is OK with the grave problem. Find a place by the mountain, build a cemetery, and everyone moves the ancestral graves into it. The existing ones are free, and the future ones will be internally priced. OK?"

Once a cemetery is built, there will be costs, and it is definitely impossible to be free of charge, but Zhang Yanming will never sell cemeteries at a high price. That is too unethical.

Although you can apply for a public welfare cemetery, the restrictions are too large and must be applied by the village, which requires approval from the city, and only the deceased in the village are allowed to be buried. This range is too narrow, and three villages have to apply for.

The commercial cemetery only needs to be approved by the district, and there is no household registration restriction. This is more suitable. After all, the new city is together, but more than the people from these three villages live here.

"I'll say it."

"Well, you performed well, I ignored this matter. Fortunately, you reminded me. I will make up for it later."

"It's OK. Then boss, you're busy, I'll talk to someone else."

"Okay." Zhang Yanming hung up the phone, thought for a while, and returned the phone to Zhao Zhenhua: "You call the Ba County and District and said we need to set up a cemetery there to relocate the graves in the mountains."

Zhao Zhenhua went to call, and Zhang Yanming continued to discuss the shooting scene with Damei.

...

"Brother Jun, thank you." Nie Honghai put away the phone and thanked Brother Jun. This reminder was too timely.

"What, just treat me to beer. What's the matter with your boss?"

"It is said that it is a cemetery at the foot of the mountain, which is free. Everyone moves the ancestral tombs together, and there is no need to climb the slopes to scatter the worship in the future. It's a bit convenient."

"I have to do it too." Brother Jun nodded and got out of the car, and pinched Nie Honghai's daughter's little face: "I'll give it back to you, stingy."

"I'm not stingy."

Nie Honghai put the child on the co-pilot and tied it up. Brother Jun said, "It will cost a little to move the grave, I'm afraid someone will call me."

"What's the cost? The cemetery doesn't want everyone's money."

"Hawaer, I've been buried for decades. Is there any other piece? I have to buy boxes and stuff them? Many of them were buried in the past. Although they were already rotten, they still had to sprinkle coffins?

Even if you don’t have to dig shovels, you have to put them in a plug even if you pretend to behave? Isn’t it? The box is cheap, and the worst coffin is not a few hundred yuan. If you don’t care, I don’t care. Some people care about scattering it.”

Nie Honghai subconsciously reached out and touched the phone, and felt that it was not good to ask questions so constantly, which made him look too incompetent.

After thinking about it, he asked Brother Jun: "Brother Jun, you said that everyone is responsible for this. Do you have to do it?"

Jun Ge quipped: "I feel like I still have to see. Some families have poor pants that show their hair, so what do they buy? Even if they don't need money to move, they can even buy coffins. What do you think?"

"If you don't spend too much like this, how many families are there?"

"How many? I'm afraid there are dozens or hundreds of them."

Nie Honghai felt a little embarrassed. What should we do to make everyone accept this?

"Old man, are you leaving?" His daughter was a little anxious when she was tied to the passenger seat and waved her little hand to call someone.

The phone rang and took it out and saw that it was Zhao Zhenhua.

"Hey, Zhenhua."

"Old Nie, brother asked me to tell you, count the urns and coffins, and we will provide them when the time comes. If you count them correctly, how uncomfortable will it be if there are a few left in the plays? Where can I put them?"

"Where do you have to collect a lot of money?"

"Carry money? Don't charge money, don't charge money. Just arrange the matter clearly."

"Oh, okay." The phone hung up, Nie Honghai looked at Brother Jun: "My boss said that we would count the numbers, and the urns and coffins were provided for free."

Brother Jun was also stunned for a moment and compared his thumbs up: "People who are convinced. Your boss is really generous. You can do it well, but I'm afraid you will never find such a boss again.

Your kid is so lucky. Please help me ask if you want someone? I’m going to resign and become an old man. I’m so honest with such a boss.”

"God-tug. Uncle San broke your dog's leg." Nie Honghai got in the car and fired, turned his head and waved his hand home.

"Old man, let's go and squirt?" (A circle)

"Okay, let it go."

...

"It's over? Is it okay?" Zhang Yanming looked at Zhao Zhenhua.

"Ah, it's okay, what else is there?"

"When the time comes, I will treat you like, oh. I will send you there?"

"Uh..., then I'll notify the company to purchase?"

Zhang Yanming thought for a while: "It's not a hurry, it's half a year. Wait, I'll think about it."

Zhao Zhenhua rolled his eyes: "Then do you mean me?"

"I said, what's wrong with you? Can you beat me? Do you practice?"

Zhao Zhenhua twitched and said, "It's so bullying."

Zhang Yanming's phone rang, handed the drawings to one hand, took out the newly replaced 928+ with the other hand, and directly flipped the cover without looking at the number and pressed it on his ear: "Well, who?"

"snort."

"Oh, who do I think it is? It's a big baby."

"I'm not a big baby, my mother is your big baby."

"Uh..., then you are a little baby. Why are you calling?" Zhang Yanming looked at the time. Before he knew it, it was already half past four. The little guy was over.

"Just ask you, have you forgotten me again? Did you?"

"No, how could it be that I forgot my own baby? It's impossible."

"Xiao Yue, he just forgot you, I'll be the certificate." Zhao Zhenhua came over and shouted at the phone, ran away and took revenge.

"Do you believe it?" Zhang Yanming raised his leg and kicked it over, but didn't kick it.

"My? Well... I believe a little bit, and I don't believe a little."

"Why?" Zhang Yanming handed the drawing to Damei, indicating that there was no problem and let him do it.

"Because you are my dad, but you didn't call yesterday, it was my mom."

"I was having a meeting yesterday and was talking about things. Your mother was free, so I went there until the evening, and it was past ten o'clock."

"Oh, why?"

Because your mother has to have a midnight snack.

"No, why? I'm talking about things with the people here. Didn't I say I wanted to buy a mountain park? Then what should I do? What if he asks for more money?"

"Well, you can't ask for more money. Then, have you agreed?"

"I agreed. I'll take you here to play after repairing it, it's so beautiful."

"Are there any animals on it? What animals are there?"

"Can you grow flowers?"

"No, I want to see animals, little rabbits, little goats, deer, I'm raising a big group."

Well, I'll be completely bald in a few days after raising this mountain, and I'll be gnawing on grass.

Zhang Yanming scratched his eyebrows: "Let's discuss, how about raising some birds, how about fish?"
Chapter completed!