After Old Mr. Yan’s birthday banquet ended, the matter of relocating the graves imdiately went onto the schedule.
Initially, the plan for Qingming and the others was to return to Dragon Tiger Mountain after Old Mr. Yan’s birthday banquet.
But who could resist the Yan family’s fun?
Plus, there was Yang Qingshu’s repeated persuasion.
So, after discussing, Qingming and Qingling decided to wait until the Yan family’s ancestral graves were relocated before returning to the mountain.
anwhile, Yang Buping, Master Yang, also rushed back overnight by plane.
"Old sir, don’t worry!"
"I went to see the piece of land in your hotown, and its Feng Shui is pretty good."
"Just a few adjustnts and it can continue to prosper the Yan family!"
Yang Buping, with dark circles under his eyes from staying up, spoke confidently.
"Master Yang, thank you for your hard work!"
Hearing this, Old Mr. Yan nodded in satisfaction.
"Master Yang, does relocating graves require auspicious tis and dates?"
"When would be a good ti to start the work?"
The eldest of the Yan family asked.
"I have already calculated the ti and date beforehand."
"We will start digging at today’s sunset!"
Yang Buping slightly smiled, full of confidence.
"The upcoming relocation of the graves is all up to Master Yang."
The eldest of the Yan family was also satisfied.
As for the other Yan family mbers, they looked indifferent.
They didn’t believe in Feng Shui; they thought the graves could be moved whenever anyone wanted.
And so, the grave relocation plan was set.
But sohow, word got out, and by six in the evening, a bunch of online influencers actually joined in.
So influencers went so far as to use drones to capture aerial footage of the Yan family cetery.
Upon learning the news, netizens flocked to the live streams of these influencers.
It was everyone’s first ti witnessing a live-stread grave relocation.
Not only the influencer group but also tourists who heard about it rushed to the scene to watch the spectacle.
The Yan family wasn’t afraid these influencers and tourists would disturb the ancestors underground.
Because they themselves had made a big fuss.
Just the offerings of the three animals were fully prepared.
It included not only oxen, sheep, pigs, but also the smaller ones like pigs, fish, chickens, and even the jade-crafted ones like roe deer, deer, and muntjac.
As for incense, paper money, firecrackers, and fireworks, there were countless.
It was more spectacular than so fireworks shows.
In the end, the Yan family invited nine lion dance teams.
This scene could hardly be described as rely lively.
Everyone present, whether influencer or local tourist, watched with keen interest.
"Folks, let ask you, isn’t it spectacular? Isn’t it thrilling?"
Yang Qingshu also joined the trend and started live streaming.
He was filming the scene for his fans, casually chatting with a proud face.
"Spectacular! Thrilling! But so what, this has nothing to do with you, Commander Yang?"
"Commander Yang, when you die, we’ll surely arrange sothing even more spectacular and thrilling for you."
"If Commander Yang dies, I’ll have to buy out the fish at the seafood market, then burn them for Commander Yang."
"Too extravagant! Just burn paper fish."
"Paper fish? Is there such a thing?"
"If there are paper villas, paper Mahjong, paper sports cars, why not paper fish?"
"I swear! Isn’t this a grave relocation? Why is it like a shopping mall opening?"
"I’m baffled too! If it weren’t for Commander Yang’s comntary, I’d think it was an opening celebration sowhere."
"So tacky! But I love watching it."
"Commander Yang, where’s Song Qing? Why don’t we see her? Was she the one who booted you out?"
"Why would Song Qing be interested in Commander Yang? Was she blind?"
"Isn’t love about finding soone you like? It’s not charity work."
Reading these comnts from fans, Yang Qingshu laughed and cursed, "You bastards, can’t you say sothing nice?"
"What’s this about charity work?"
"When I was young, I was a handso, charming young man!"
As Yang Qingshu bantered with his fans, Yan Ya, standing before the cetery, couldn’t help but frown.
The deafening sound of fireworks was about to deafen her.
"Dad, isn’t today about moving graves?"
"Why is it so chaotic?"
Yan Ya expressed her displeasure.
"Moving graves is like us moving houses."
"A relocation is naturally cause for celebration!"
Old Mr. Yan explained earnestly.
"Is that the sa?"
Hearing this, Yan Ya was a bit dumbfounded.
It was the first she had heard of equating grave relocation with moving houses.
"Don’t worry, everything is in Master Yang’s hands, there won’t be any issues."
The eldest of the Yan family was unpleased with his sister’s complaints.
"With the old man and Master Yang here, there’s no need for you to worry."
"Aren’t you tired of trying to control everything?"
"Dad isn’t even dead yet, and you’re trying to be in charge of the entire Yan family?"
"Isn’t it good for a bit of excitent?"
The other five children of Old Mr. Yan chid in.
Yan Ya looked around at her brothers and sisters.
Perhaps because she had amassed too much authority after taking control of the Yan Group, even her brothers and sisters hesitated to et her gaze directly.
"Miss Yan, please rest assured."
"With here, nothing will go wrong."
Yang Buping quickly reassured.
Yan Ya nodded, indifferent, and said no more.
"The auspicious ti has co!"
When the fireworks dispersed and the sound of firecrackers stopped, Yang Buping looked at the ti and announced loudly to those around.
Old Mr. Yan slowly stepped out from the crowd.
Following Yang Buping’s previous instructions, he bowed before the graves of his ancestors.
Then, he placed incense and ignited the prepared paper money.
"As the nineteenth-generation patriarch of the Yan family, Yan Shixiong informs all ancestors resting eternally, that in the past, the ancestors moved to Taiping Town to avoid war and preserve the Yan family..."
Old Mr. Yan took out a prepared note and read its lines.
He first spoke of the Yan family’s reasons for coming to Taiping Town and then explained how, under the ancestors’ protection, the Yan family thrived.
He then ntioned the dream visitation half a year ago, which prompted the decision to relocate the Yan family’s ancestral graves back to their original ho.
After the old man explained the reason for the grave relocation, Yang Buping loudly proclaid, "Begin the excavation!"
Upon hearing this, the Yan family’s eldest son hurriedly took a shovel from a nearby security guard and handed it to Old Mr. Yan.
As the current patriarch of the Yan family and the person of highest seniority, the old man naturally took on the most work.
Following Yang Buping’s instructions, he shoveled the first dirt from his grandfather’s tomb.
Once this formal process was complete, Yang Buping waved a hand, signaling for the work to start.
Seeing this, those present raised their shovels and began to dig.
However, this was just for show.
Shortly, when the excavator arrived, it would take over and unearth the ancestors.
"Phew..."
Old Mr. Yan handed his shovel to his eldest son and let out a slow breath.
But just then, a figure suddenly charged forward, heading straight for the old man...
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