The Evil Mother-in-law: Torment Children, Work Hard, Be Rich!-Chapter 205: Unshakable

"Who’s planning to buy that haunted land behind the Old Gu Family’s backyard?"

Before Tong Huaqiong could reply, the village chief Liu Tieshan stepped through the Gu family gate.

Liu Tieshan, just after hiring people for Tong Huaqiong to farm, hurried over to discuss the matter and to check out some fungicide and pesticide. Arriving at the entrance, he saw Boss Qian’s luxurious carriage, realizing there were guests at Tong Huaqiong’s place.

Upon hearing someone inside mention buying the wasteland behind Tong Huaqiong’s yard, he got quite excited.

Why so, you ask?

It’s because it’s rumored that the land behind Tong Huaqiong’s yard is where some unjust spirits from wartime lie buried.

Back when Qinghe Bay was dividing homesteads, no one wanted that barren land, too afraid that the spirits would come for their lives.

Tong Dajiao didn’t have a good reputation in the clan back then, so when Xu Yong’s father was the village chief, he accepted silver from the Gujia Clan Leader to specifically place Tong Dajiao’s family there.

One would think Tong Dajiao might cause a fuss, but surprisingly, Tong Dajiao just quietly built a courtyard without a word.

In Tong Dajiao’s words, having a standalone house, free of neighbors’ hassle, suited him just fine.

As for the spirits, he didn’t kill them, so naturally, they wouldn’t come looking for him.

Debt and grievances have their origins; if they want to seek out anyone, they should find those who slashed them to death—now that would show the spirits have guts.

Tong Huaqiong was about to tell He Chao and Boss Qian about the remains in the backyard wasteland, but before she even spoke, Liu Tieshan had already made his way into the yard. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

No way, she had to inform them about the wasteland’s condition to dissuade Boss Qian from becoming her neighbor.

So, Tong Huaqiong hurriedly said, "Sister Hong, there are unjust spirits from past wars buried in our backyard wasteland. I fear the ground is full of bones, not suitable for building a house."

Mrs. Hong, being a frail beauty, might get frightened.

Tong Huaqiong felt apologetic, but to drive Boss Qian away, she could only reveal the truth directly.

Even if Boss Qian didn’t mention it today, she would still have told He Chao.

She shared the same view as Tong Dajiao; debts and grievances have their origins, so she’s not afraid of spirits seeking revenge.

If she were to trace spirits, in the long course of history, I’m afraid there would be unjust spirits all over Qinghe Bay. Whose courtyard hasn’t had its share of buried bones?

She doesn’t care, but that doesn’t mean others don’t.

Like Mrs. Hong, who is in poor health, would certainly be more wary of living with spirits, right?

Unexpectedly, Mrs. Hong flashed a pale smile and said, "Which era, which land doesn’t have dead people? As long as I can be neighbors with the shopkeeper, I’m not afraid, even if it’s a burial ground."

Tong Huaqiong: "..."

She underestimated Mrs. Hong’s tolerance.

Who would have thought this frail beauty was soft on the outside and tough on the inside.

He Chao said, "If there are indeed spirits inside, we’ll unearth them when building and perform rituals for them, find a place to bury the bones, and send them off to reincarnate early—isn’t that better?"

What’s the big deal?

When he was young and fleeing from famine, he even slept next to dead bodies.

Boss Qian applauded and said, "Old He is right. I’ll foot the bill for the rituals, hire a few monks to chant for forty-nine days, and send them off properly. Seeing our sincerity, they wouldn’t harm us; they’d protect us instead."

"Manager Tong, no need to worry about us. You live here without fear; why should we be afraid? Besides, from my perspective, this place is a feng shui treasure. Take you, for instance, Manager Tong—you managed to open a shop on your own, have a son good at studying, and a daughter talented in business. So I’ve decided, if your village chief agrees to sell the homestead to me, I’ll build a house here."

Tong Huaqiong: "..."

These three sang in harmony, leaving no reasoning unsaid. What else could she say?

Perhaps it was because she transmigrated into Tong Dajiao’s body; she didn’t know where Tong Dajiao’s soul was wandering, but He Chao and Boss Qian’s proposal to perform rituals deeply moved her.

She truly hopes those spirits buried in the wasteland can escape suffering and move to a bright and free place.

Ideally, to the world she once knew, filled with peace, equality, and freedom. She hoped they could sit in a bright classroom, have enough to eat, and live a life free of fear.

Liu Tieshan, hearing the conversation from within Tong Huaqiong’s place, hesitated to enter for a while.

He listened in the yard, unable to restrain himself from entering the main house.

As the village chief, if someone’s keen on buying land rumored for spirits, he must step in.

"Dashi’s wife, are your guests planning to buy the wasteland?" Liu Tieshan asked.

Among the three guests inside, he only recognized Boss Qian from Fengle Building.

"Boss Qian, are you the one buying land?" Liu Tieshan directly asked Boss Qian.

"Yes, we want to buy the homestead." Boss Qian, unaffected by his reputation, stood up to shake hands with Liu Tieshan, leaving Liu Tieshan somewhat embarrassed.

Tong Huaqiong said, "Village chief, you’ve come at a perfect time; this is Manager He from my shop and his wife. Manager He and Boss Qian intend to buy the wasteland behind my yard as a homestead to build a house—seeking to become villagers of Qinghe Bay."

Boss Qian continued, "Indeed, we wish to discuss with the village chief whether we can be accepted as villagers of Qinghe Bay. If so, Manager He and I plan to buy that wasteland behind Manager Tong’s yard."

Liu Tieshan was thrilled.

Boss Qian from Fengle Building, known as a benefactor, second only to Huang Yuanwai.

A philanthropist like him wanting to be a villager of Qinghe Bay—he welcomed it with open arms.

That’s why he can manage the most luxurious restaurant in Yan Guan Town; just listen to his perspective. He’s suggesting hiring monks for rituals for the unjust spirits in the wasteland.

Liu Tieshan said, "Why wouldn’t I be willing? If you come to live in Qinghe Bay, as village chief, I wholeheartedly welcome you."

"And regarding that wasteland, Dashi’s wife has explained it to you. Since you don’t mind, I—as the village chief—will take responsibility to grant you that land. After all, it’s ownerless land, and as chief, it’s not appropriate for me to take silver for selling it. The money for that land can be used for the spirit rituals within."

Boss Qian said, "Generous, Chief. I’ll contribute further funding to build an ancestral hall for the village. Since we’ll become Qinghe Bay villagers, I should do my part."

Liu Tieshan was so pleased he couldn’t stop grinning, "You’re too kind, Boss Qian."

Tong Huaqiong could hardly watch, "Liu Tieshan, where’s your village chief dignity? Bowing down for silver!"

He accepted Boss Qian as a Qinghe Bay villager so swiftly.

Boss Qian went on, "The reason I’m willing to buy land in Qinghe Bay is all because of Manager Tong’s introduction. Upon arrival, this place has indeed impressed me."

Boss Qian was eager to cement his neighborly ties with Tong Huaqiong.

Indeed, Liu Tieshan’s gaze toward Tong Huaqiong was filled with admiration and gratitude.

Tong Dajiao had remarkably supported his rise to village chief, bringing such a generous wealthy person into the village.

After finishing his conversation with Boss Qian, Liu Tieshan turned to He Chao.

This person seemed unfamiliar to him, but he remembered Tong Dajiao had mentioned he was the manager of Taohua Dessert.

He seemed to recall that Tong Dajiao had hired someone from Pingchuan County as a manager, so he assumed this was the person.

Of course, He Chao had visited Qinghe Bay twice without meeting Liu Tieshan face-to-face, making He Chao quite unfamiliar to him.

Tong Huaqiong said to Liu Tieshan, "Manager He and his wife used to be in Pingchuan County; they wish to transfer their residence registration to our village. Village chief, what do you think?"