Unless there are thirty or forty people coming to hoe the field simultaneously, it’s impossible to level the village chief’s field in one night.
But that’s simply impossible, after all, with so many people entering the village, everyone would hear the noise.
By noon, this bizarre and strange affair had spread throughout the village.
Everyone said that it was Gao Laohan’s father who had co back to life.
They saw the village chief’s son and daughter-in-law bullying Old Man Gao and occupying his land, so out of anger, he pulled out all the crops.
The villagers spoke vividly, as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
They even said that if the village chief’s son and daughter-in-law hadn’t left early with their child to go back to their parents’ ho,
they would definitely be the unlucky ones!
The ghost of Gao Laohan’s father couldn’t find them, so he could only take revenge on the field.
That evening, the couple, hearing the news, quickly and anxiously returned on an ox cart.
They rushed to the fields and saw that the crops they had hired people to plant had indeed been leveled!
The woman slapped her thighs, crying and wailing, "What have we done to deserve this?! Our good field!"
Her husband pulled her up with a pale face: "What are you waiting for, hurry and go apologize to Old Man Gao!"
"Apologize? To him?!" The woman raised her voice.
Apologizing to an old man they had bullied for years was really hard to accept!
The man scolded, "It’s already this strange, all the crops gone overnight, and you still care about that bit of face?"
"I say, let’s quickly apologize to Old Man Gao, return the land to him, so his father won’t co back to make trouble again!"
The woman was sowhat reluctant.
After all, such a large piece of land, even if they didn’t farm it themselves, they could earn a lot by renting it out.
Seeing that he couldn’t persuade her, the man sternly reminded her, "Have you forgotten how you rolled down the mountain?"
"It’s all right if we get hurt, but if sothing happens to our son, you’d have nowhere to cry!"
The woman rembered that day, when she only tried to grab a ginseng and was given a lesson by the Mountain God.
She kowtowed every couple of steps, and finally, she was in so much pain she couldn’t bear it anymore.
Thinking of this, the woman had no choice but to follow her husband, carrying so gifts, to Old Man Gao’s house to apologize.
Not only did they verbally promise to return the land, but they also signed an agreent on white paper at Old Man Gao’s request, never to regret or entangle in the future.
After the matter was dealt with, the couple didn’t dare to stay long, quickly grabbing their son and leaving the village on the ox cart.
Afraid that if they waited until dark, they’d be trapped by the ghost here.
After they left, Mole erged from behind the big tree at the corner, his face full of joy, and ran to Old Man Gao’s house.
"Old Man Gao, they really agreed?"
Old Man Gao nodded, his eyes full of emotion: "After ten years, they finally returned the land to ."
Mole slapped his thigh: "It’s the little princess who’s amazing, with one move, she dealt with these rogue bullies!"
Bai Zhi’er gave Old Man Gao the idea to go sweep the grave with offerings in front of the villagers in the morning.
As for the rest, the little one said she would handle it.
Old Man Gao still doesn’t know how she made the pack of dogs first bark and then whimper back to their dens.
But he knows that last night, the ones who leveled the field for him weren’t ghosts but a group of Xiu Luo Envoys.
They were dressed in black night suits, like phantoms, acting decisively and silently.
If others saw them, they would only feel it was a fleeting shadow.
This, in turn, made the villagers even more believe that Gao Laohan’s father had co back to life to exert his power.
That couple, having done wrong and suffered, naturally believed it.
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