magic eye doctor

Chapter 3802 It’s raining

Police were going to conduct on-site investigations of other ancestral graves belonging to the Huang family. Some onlookers volunteered to lead the way, while others first paid respects at their own ancestors' graves.

Two members of the Huang family also went with them to inspect the site: one was middle-aged or elderly, and the other was young. They were quite familiar with the location of the Huang family's ancestral graves.

As the onlookers dispersed, the Huang family members no longer needed to restrain themselves, their eyes burning with hatred.

The old lady Huang, who had been holding on, suddenly slumped down, cursing bitterly, "Damn short-lived brat!"

She had never cursed anyone in front of others before, not even in front of the Huang family. She had never publicly cursed any short-lived brats. At most, she would curse a little girl or a yellow-haired brat.

This time, I was so angry that I finally lost control and swore out loud.

Old Mrs. Huang only cursed once before shutting her mouth again. Although the officials and onlookers had left, if anyone suddenly returned and heard them cursing someone, they might report them to the authorities in order to curry favor with that person.

Filled with resentment, the Huang family members muttered a few curses under their breath, then sat down one by one on the ground, helplessly staring at the vast expanse of dust.

"Grandma Chang, what should we do about the ancestral graves in this state?"

A few years ago, the ancestral graves were accidentally destroyed. At that time, although the Huang family was showing signs of decline, it had not yet fully shown signs of decay, so the ancestral graves were quickly repaired.

The Huang family is now not only in ruins, but also fragmented, making the task of rebuilding their ancestral graves extremely difficult.

If it's just a single ancestral grave that's been damaged, with a little effort and some money pooled together from various families, it can be rebuilt.

But now, not only has the ancestor's grave turned to ashes, but the graves of ancestors in other places have also been destroyed.

With so many ancestral graves destroyed, how can they be repaired?
Especially since the cemetery is so badly damaged, if the remains of our ancestors have also turned to dust, it will be even more difficult to collect them.

Even if the ancestors' remains haven't crumbled into dust, sorting through the remains of hundreds of ancestors, even if it's just digging holes in the original locations for burial, is still a huge undertaking.

Such projects are time-consuming, labor-intensive, and costly.

The spark that the family had just begun to ignite was extinguished when Huang Zhenbang was arrested again, and even the ancestral graves were reduced to ashes, causing the Huang family to collapse.

All the talk of making a comeback, restoring the family's glory, and the ambition and expectation of reclaiming the family residence and rebuilding the ancestral hall have vanished into thin air.

If there is any hope left, it is only that I can live a peaceful life and ensure that the family line continues.

Without hope, there was no motivation, and a deep sense of despondency permeated the Huang family.

Without their pillar of support, the Huang family looked dejected and prepared for the worst.

When asked what to do, she said, "How would I know what to do?" Old Mrs. Huang was weak all over, and her voice was soft and feeble: "After the government officials finish their investigation, if they let the family handle the aftermath, you can try to find the remains of our ancestors."

If...the ashes cannot be found, then contact the capable members of each branch to discuss whether to bury them on the spot, or...collect a portion of each branch's ashes and build a family cemetery elsewhere.

"We will do as you say."

The younger generation of the Huang family were at a loss and all followed the instructions of the eldest elder.

Old Mrs. Huang closed her eyes dejectedly. Before January of last year, she still held onto a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Huang family still had a chance, and that as long as they worked hard, the younger generation might be able to revive the family.

She was willing to plan for the Huang family for two reasons: first, she was resentful and wanted revenge; second, although she had lost her legitimate grandson, her son still had illegitimate children outside the family, so there was still hope for him.

If the Huang family is revived, her son's children from outside the family can come back and acknowledge their ancestry.

With Huang Zhenbang's re-imprisonment and the deaths of her son's illegitimate children, her only remaining descendants are her eldest son, who is in jail, and her two granddaughters.

She has to keep her spirits up so that this little flame can carry on the family line.

A few years ago, she returned to Shishi from Xiangshi to pay respects to her ancestors during the Qingming Festival. She did this to set an example for her descendants and tell them that their misfortune was only temporary and that the Huang family descendants would one day return to their hometown in glory.

Returning to Shishi to pay respects to their ancestors is also a way to remind the younger generation of the Huang family that Shishi is the root of the Huang family, and it is meant to inspire them to strive for excellence.

The Huang family ancestral graves are the greatest spiritual pillar for the Huang family, embodying their courage and motivation to revive the family.

Now, the Huang family's ancestral graves have all been destroyed.

The pillar of support for the younger generation of the Huang family has collapsed.

The Huang family's dream of revival came to an end.

Old Mrs. Huang's original intention was to have the Huang family descendants collect a handful of ashes from each of the ancestral graves and quietly find another place to be buried together, thus completely abandoning this place.

The ancestral graves turning to ashes is an eternal pain in the hearts of the living members of the Huang family.

Shishi became a thorn in the side of the Huang family.

Even rebuilding the ancestral graves on the same spot cannot erase this shameful history.

Why not find another place and rebuild a family burial tomb? It would be more convenient for ancestor worship, and perhaps it could even inspire future generations to get back up after they've fallen down.

It's just a pity that she can't do that.

If she said that, and the Huang family ancestral graves were moved to another place, the descendants of each branch might say she had foresight if they lived well in the future, but if they did not, they would definitely blame her.

The last bit of ambition that Old Mrs. Huang had left died with the death of her sons' illegitimate child before the New Year. Now she no longer holds any expectations, only hoping that her granddaughter can get married and have children in peace and carry on her sons' family line.

Those waiting in front of the Huang family ancestral graves were in low spirits.

Zhang Ting led his team to inspect several graves, collect soil samples, and divide the team into several groups of two to record the situation of the Huang family's ancestral graves on the burial hill, thereby improving work efficiency.

Yan Shao and Liu Shao were not uninvolved either. They also formed a small team, hired a citizen as a guide, and went to conduct on-site investigations.

The two members of the Huang family who were with the government team also split into two groups: one followed someone's bodyguard team, and the other followed Director Zhang's group.

Director Zhang and his various squads also asked local residents to guide them.

The police officers were divided into several groups, which greatly improved their work efficiency. However, there were so many ancestral graves in the Huang family that they didn't finish until after 1 p.m.

Several groups visited the area from the mountainside downhill. After they finished visiting each district, they met at the foot of the mountain and waited for their leader.

Zhang Ting and the team that searched towards the mountaintop returned to the Huang family's ancestral graves.

The Huang family didn't leave either, waiting for the outcome.

Zhang Ting returned to the Huang family ancestral graves and informed the Huang family that they had collected powder samples from each grave and that the Huang family should handle the aftermath themselves.

As for preserving the accident scene, there's no need.

Since there was only powder at the site, a large amount of waterproof cloth and materials were needed to preserve the original appearance of the grave. A shed was built to enclose the grave so that it could not be eroded by rain and could also be protected from the wind.

This is obviously unrealistic.

The Huang family's ancestral tombs are not ancient tombs with precious cultural relics, so there is no need to send people to protect them on site. It is reasonable to leave them to the Huang family members to manage themselves.

Zhang Ting instructed the Huang family members to lead their men back down the mountain.

The Huang family members also went down the mountain together.

When Zhang Ting and his group reached the foot of the mountain, they met up with another team and boarded the helicopter together.

The helicopter flew towards the cemetery, circling it to allow cameramen to capture aerial footage of the entire cemetery and record the locations of the Huang family graves. After the aerial filming was completed, the helicopter flew back to the police station.

The police team recorded and archived the samples they retrieved, then sent them to the laboratory for testing before having lunch.

The Huang family also collected a powder sample. After they went down the mountain, they first went to the home of a member of the Huang clan who was still in Shishi to discuss matters, and also secretly sent a sample for testing.

The Huang family's tomb-sweeping activity was suspended due to the ancestral graves being turned to ashes, which had little impact on others; other citizens can continue with their daily lives as usual.

After paying respects to several ancestors, the Zhou family of Meicun split up to worship their own branch's ancestors. The groups traveled east and west, paying respects to the ancestors recorded in the family genealogy, before descending the mountain one after another.

Because the journeys varied in distance, some people arrived home earlier, while others arrived later. The last team to return to Meicun was also at three o'clock.

Those who arrived home first did not eat; they tidied up and waited at Village Chief Zhou's house.

The team that returned last didn't go home; they went directly to Village Chief Zhou's house.

Everyone has returned, so we set the table for dinner.

Zhou Qiufeng and Le's father followed Uncle Man's team. They returned to Meicun around 2 p.m., went home first, took a shower, and then went to Uncle Man's house.

When the Le couple arrived home, they didn't see their daughter and sons. They tried calling to ask where they were, and only felt relieved after getting through.

Knowing that her son and the handsome boys would be back soon, Le's father, Zhou Qiufeng, had no worries and went to Uncle Man's house with peace of mind.

When Le Xiao received the call from her parents, she and the handsome young men had already arrived at the area halfway down the mountain.

The six people were either cultivators or military elites. They were light and agile, and their steps were swift. It only took them less than ten minutes to reach the foot of the mountain.

The Le family set off in the morning in two electric tricycles. When the two parents of the Le family returned to the village, they took one of the tricycles and left behind the one with a canopy.

The handsome young men arrived at the foot of the mountain, put their bags and packages in the car, and then climbed into the vehicle.

Blue Three and Black Nine, acting as drivers, returned home amidst cheerful songs on their electric tricycle.

The electric tricycle drove onto the ground and stopped. The big wolfhound jumped out, landed first, and ran into the main room in a flash.

The handsome young man jumped out of the car, intending to catch the little dumpling, but the little dumpling jumped out of the car on its own in a flash.

Old Yan heard the noise and waited under the eaves until the car came to a stop, then went over to check the harvest.

He craned his neck and saw rows of bags and baskets piled high with bamboo shoots, making him completely stunned.

“You young people are a bit greedy and ruthless. You’ve harvested all the bamboo shoots on the mountain, leaving others empty-handed. Be careful, they might curse you behind your backs.”

"It's not that we were greedy, the bamboo shoots were just too tempting."

"Don't worry, Elder Yan. There are plenty of bamboo groves on the mountain with bamboo shoots. We went far away and didn't compete with others for the mountain delicacies."

Ren Shaowu smiled broadly as he carried bags and baskets out, handing things out.

After parking their cars, Lan San and Hei Jiu also went around to the back to move things, and Yan Lao also became a porter.

After carrying the things into the main room, Old Man Yan finally looked at what was in the woven bag, and then he didn't want to say anything anymore—

A group of young people went into the mountains as if they were buying goods. They picked a bag of wild thorns, a bag of wild vegetables, and several bags of peeled bamboo shoots.

The handsome young men carried their belongings back to the main room and took turns showering.

The handsome young men brought food with them when they went to the mountain. They ate lunch on the mountain before coming back, and they weren't hungry. They didn't need to replenish their energy when they got home.

Lan Sanhei Jiu told Chao Shao and the little girl to take a bath first. The two of them went to the Le family's storage room to get a bamboo sieve and poured out the wild vegetables and bamboo shoots from the bag to let them air out.

Old Yan also helped with the selection, picking out things like grass clippings.

Lan San went to the storage room in the backyard, lit a fire, put a pot on it, and boiled water.

Ren Shao and Wu Shao went to the first and second floors of the South Building to shower, while the handsome young man from the Chao family occupied the bathroom in the backyard of the Le family's North Building. The little girl used the bathroom on the second floor of the North Building, and the bathroom was just being used.

Ren Shao and Chao Shao both have short hair, so taking a shower only takes a few minutes.

The three of them got out of the bath one after another, and then changed into blue and black to take a shower.

The little girl went out fully armed, and her head was well protected, without getting any debris like tree splinters on it, but she still washed her hair.

By the time she finished washing up, Lan San and Hei Jiu, who had gone to take a shower after her, had also finished washing up and, together with the three young masters and Old Man Yan, had almost cleaned the bamboo shoots.

When the handsome young man saw the little dumpling popping up, he quickly laid out a mat in the main room for the little cutie to sit on while he helped blow-dry her hair.

Young Master Ren was quite fond of the little girl's long hair, so he dropped what he was doing and ran over to "help".

Old Yan watched with a smile as the handsome young man busied himself around the little girl, picking out odds and ends. Noticing the light outside was getting dimmer, he said with some suspicion, "It feels like it's about to rain."

"It looks like it's going to rain."

Blue Three and Black Nine were also a little puzzled. Although the sky was overcast before, there was no sign of rain.

“Oh dear, if the Huang family doesn’t have time to collect the ashes of their ancestors, and then there’s another torrential rain, the ashes and soil of the Huang family’s ancestors will be swept away by the waves, and in the end, there will really be no trace of their remains.”

I was incredibly excited when I imagined a certain scene.

"The ashes are the best fertilizer. If a heavy rain comes, the ancestors of the Huang family will have made a contribution to the earth." Although the dead should be respected, the Huang family has committed too many evils, and Lan San and Hei Jiu really can't feel any sympathy for them.

Old Yan was completely bewildered: "What happened to the Huang family's ancestral graves? Could they have been blown up or collapsed again?"

"Old Yan, the Huang family's ancestral graves have suffered another major misfortune, worse than a collapse or explosion. It is said that many of the Huang family's ancestral graves suddenly turned to ashes at almost the same time."

Ren Shao smiled gently and explained to Yan Lao: "This morning, Liu Shao called us. We saw in the video that the Huang family ancestral graves had turned into a pile of ashes. The scene was quite spectacular."

Old Man Yan was still a little skeptical: "Impossible, right? Even if the Huang family's ancestral graves were hit by something, at most they would be smashed to pieces. Apart from the kind of weapons used on the battlefield, I can't think of any way to turn a grave into a pile of ashes."

"We can't figure it out either. We were busy with important business this morning and didn't ask in detail. We'll ask Young Master Liu when we have time." Young Master Ren said while using a hairdryer to dry the little girl's hair, managing to do both talking and working at the same time.

The young man was also unclear about the specific details, and Old Man Yan did not press him for further information.

The conversation had barely ended when a swishing sound was heard.

With a splashing sound, large raindrops began to fall.

A misty scent, carried by the wind, rushed into the main room.

"It's raining."

Everyone looked towards the entrance, watching the dense rain, and felt a sense of relief.

The rain started suddenly and caught everyone, whether they were sweeping tombs or working in the fields, completely soaked.

When it rained in Jiudao, it also rained in Shishi.

Most people accepted it well, but the Huang family members felt their hearts sink as they looked at the heavy rain. They could only hope that the rain was just a shower, otherwise their ancestors would really be left with nothing but bones.