When Li Xin first came to this world, if he hadn't been to the charcoal seller, he would have died in the dilapidated temple. This was a real life-saving grace, and it would not be too much to repay.

Moreover, the words and deeds of this old man selling carbon are not very similar to those of an ordinary miserable family. Li Xin even suspected that the reason why he wanted to save himself might be because he was not in good health and wanted to find someone for the little girl to entrust.

Now, the old man's approach proves Li Xin's conjecture. This charcoal seller ended his life just because of Li Xin's words, with the purpose of entrusting the six-year-old girl to Li Xin's side.

After the old man closed his eyes, Li Xin sat by his bed and stared blankly for a long time.

This old man who was so humble in the grass resolutely ended his life.

The charcoal seller on the side threw himself into his grandfather's arms and burst into tears.

Li Xin was stunned for a long time before walking forward, gently patting the back of the charcoal seller, and whispering: "Girl..."

He thought for a long time, but didn't think of any words of comfort, and finally he could only sigh.

"I am sorry for your loss."

The little girl is only five or six years old, and she is only just beginning to remember things at her age, but she has been relying on the charcoal seller since she was a child, so her relationship is naturally deep. At this time, the charcoal seller suddenly left, and the little girl's mind turned blank, and she only knew that she was lying in the old man's arms and cried constantly.

Li Xin shook his head and said softly: "Girl, don't run around, I'll go and handle the funeral for my father-in-law."

When a person dies, he naturally cannot just leave it at home like this. At least he has to be buried in peace. Now that Li Xin has money, he cannot do anything like his uncle. He found a coffin shop in the capital, bought a pretty good thick coffin, and then hired a few people to carry the charcoal seller to Beishan outside the city.

The grandparents and grandchildren had no relatives in the capital, and Li Xin had no relatives and friends in the capital, so he was not prepared to hold a grand funeral.

Early the next morning, when Li Xin and his men pulled the coffin near the wooden house in Beishan with a wooden truck, they found that the traces of the burning of the wooden house had long disappeared, leaving only a clearing, and no traces of buildings were seen on the open space.

If it weren't for the low tomb of Li Xin's uncle, Li Xin wouldn't even recognize that this place was where the original cabin was.

The Seventh Master said it right. The people from Jingzhao Mansion will indeed wipe out all the traces here.

Actually, it is not surprising that the big-character poster incident was so big that Jingzhao Mansion had already fallen into an unfavorable situation in that incident. Jingzhao Yin Li Ye was demoted as a result. They must take the matter clean to avoid further damaging.

The Seventh Master was able to predict these things in advance, not because he could calculate them, but because these are common things in the officialdom. If you see them a lot, you can guess them by taking them for granted.

It was morning now. Li Xin looked up at the sky, turned around and spoke to the four or five hired workers carrying the coffin, "You guys go back and come back in the afternoon."

Among the four or five people, the one in the lead was a black-faced man. He bent towards Li Xin and said, "Young Master, do you want us brothers to help you find a reliable Feng Shui master? There is also this tomb pit. If you don't have anyone here, we brothers can help you."

Li Xin took out his usual money from his arms, handed it to the man, shook his head and said, "You won't be less money. You don't need you anymore. Come and help carry the coffin into the pit in the afternoon. Remember to bring more paper money."

The man took the money and nodded quickly: "That young man is busy here, and the villain will go back first."

Li Xin nodded.

After all these people walked away, he turned around and walked to the coffin and gently patted the pretty thick coffin.

In ancient times, when burial, we first talk about the material of the coffin, and then talk about the lightness and weight, thickness, and the heavier it is, the better the thicker the coffin. When the royal family and princes were buried, there would be a coffin outside the coffin, which was extremely heavy.

However, these are naturally unrealistic for ordinary people. For ordinary people, having a thin coffin is a good ending. If they are not done well, they will be like Li Xin's uncle, with only a straw mat wrapped around their body.

Now that Li Xin has money, the coffin of the charcoal seller has cost him dozens of cents of money, which is worthy of him.

This old man first saved his life, and then indirectly because he died, Li Xin felt a little uncomfortable.

He took off a handful of iron from the wooden cart and walked towards his uncle's grave. Then he chose an open space not far from his uncle's grave.

Li Xin promised the old man that he would dig a tomb pit for him when he left. This was the man's promise, and Li Xin did not forget it.

Although he can hire someone to do this now, he will always feel uneasy if he doesn't dig it out himself.

Although he did not do the death of the charcoal seller, it had nothing to do with him. If the people from the Marquis of Pingnan did not come to burn the house, then things would never have developed to this point today.

The iron was blown deep into the soil, and pieces of soil flew up and down. Li Xin had no expression on his face, and his hatred for the Pingnan Marquis' Mansion became even stronger.

That time, the Pingnan Hou Mansion sent someone to burn the house, and directly injured the old man and lying on the bed, unable to move. If it weren't for almost losing his ability to move, the old man wouldn't have used the method of seeking death to tie Li Xin and the charcoal seller to each other.

Thinking of this, Li Xin's anger finally had a breath of venting.

It was almost noon when a rectangular tomb pit had already appeared. Li Xin was sweating profusely and sat aside to rest.

While wiping tears, the little girl helped Li Xin move the soil in the tomb pit, and occasionally reached out to wipe Li Xin's sweat.

A carriage drove from the direction of the capital and stopped not far from the tomb pit. His Highness, wearing black clothes, walked down from the carriage, followed by the graceful Cui Jiuniang.

The seventh prince walked up to Li Xin and sighed slightly: "I just received the news, so I'm late. The old man was fine a few days ago, why did he say it's gone?"

Li Xin was silent for a while, then raised his head and looked at the Seventh Prince, and said expressionlessly: "The people from the Marquis of Pingnan came to burn the house and injured the old man. The old man is old and cannot be cured for a long time. His condition worsened yesterday, so he went."

The Seventh Prince shook his head and said nothing. He looked at the tomb pit that had just been seen behind Li Xin, shook his head and said, "How can you do these things alone? Say hello to me and I'll send someone to help you deal with them."

Li Xin took a deep breath, stood up from the ground, picked up the iron and jumped out of the tomb pit.

"Some things can only be done by yourself, otherwise Li Xin will not be able to sleep in the middle of the night."

At this time, several blood blisters had been worn out on his hands, and every time he used his strength, it was a heart-wrenching pain.

This incident made Li Xin’s understanding of this unknown era much clearer.

If you don’t have the power, you can only use your own life as a last resort like a charcoal seller.

The seventh prince carried his hands on his back and looked at Li Xin who was sweating profusely in the tomb pit, his face was a little complicated.
Chapter completed!