Chapter 1163

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

While Wang Dashan was worrying over childcare on his end, the Wang family back in their hometown of Shanggou Village wasn't idle either.

To give Wang Zhanggen some psychological comfort, Wang Xiaohua proposed taking Wang Zhanggen to see Wu Banxian and ask the gods today, and Li Xiulan expressed strong agreement.

Wang Zhanggen also agreed to go see Wu Banxian, but he said the problem definitely wasn't with him; they needed to ask if the ancestral grave's feng shui had gone bad again.

At Wang Zhanggen's refusal to admit fault even to death's door, still blaming the ancestral grave, Wang Xiaohua could only cry-laugh, yet he didn't say anything to his face.

If he wants to ask, let him ask.

As long as it puts his mind at ease a bit, even moving the ancestral grave wouldn't count as a big deal.

The current Wang Xiaohua was no longer that teenager who once viewed right and wrong as absolute.

Before, he felt that moving the ancestral grave at the slightest setback was absurd; now he thought, if disturbing the dead could make the living feel a little better inside, it might actually be a kind of "therapeutic method" for life's traumas.

Facing the torment of cancer, mindset was truly too important.

Like Wang Zhanggen now, thinking this and that all day, he'd probably be scared to death by the cancer before long.

But if he could adjust his mindset, stop wild thoughts about nothing, and face life actively and optimistically, his life might unexpectedly be extended.

Perhaps he really could live to see Eldest Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law's child call him Grandpa.

Facing his recent string of misfortunes, Wang Erhai had also gradually started believing in that feng shui business, so he wanted to go ask the gods too.

Thus the family of four, after eating breakfast early that morning, set off for the neighboring town to find Wu Banxian.

Wang Erhai drove, Wang Xiaohua sat in the passenger seat, and Li Xiulan and Wang Zhanggen sat in the back.

"It's definitely the ancestral grave having issues; it's been too long since we paid attention, that grave's feng shui has surely changed."

In the car, Wang Zhanggen spoke with firm conviction.

The more he thought, the more he hypnotized himself; the more he thought, the more firmly he believed it was the ancestral grave's problem.

"Dad, you're right; maybe if we fix the ancestral grave, your condition could improve."

Wang Xiaohua replied calmly.

Even Wang Erhai, driving beside them, couldn't help but stare blankly.

Because he knew, his Third Brother had never believed in that superstitious stuff.

Unexpectedly, this time Wang Xiaohua not only didn't criticize Wang Zhanggen, but actually agreed with him.

Even Wang Zhanggen himself was surprised:

"You brat, don't you not believe in that stuff?"

Wang Xiaohua laughed:

"After experiencing too many things science can't explain, I've come to realize — perhaps Heaven truly has an invisible hand controlling each of our fates, and that hand is what you call feng shui."

Hearing this, Wang Zhanggen nodded in satisfaction:

"You brat have finally grown up, become sensible, not like before when you were so insensible."

Wang Xiaohua continued along his train of thought:

"Being insensible when young is perfectly normal, isn't it, Dad? Weren't you also insensible when you were young?"

Wang Zhanggen deeply agreed with Wang Xiaohua's words.

Thinking of the mistakes he'd made when young, he truly had been too insensible.

A grown man, how could he cohabit with Liu Xiaoli? Cohabiting was one thing, but he even cooked for Liu Xiaoli.

If he hadn't cohabited back then, hadn't cooked for Liu Xiaoli, hadn't shared utensils, perhaps he wouldn't have gotten Hepatitis B; without Hepatitis B, it wouldn't have developed into liver cancer; without liver cancer, there wouldn't be the current situation.

So making this mistake, he really was very insensible.

As for the absurd things he did to Li Xiulan when young, he hadn't repented a single bit, even feeling it was all perfectly justified.

After all, working outside was so hard, Li Xiulan should naturally stay home and take good care of the three children.

Later, if he hadn't returned to Shanggou Village and taken up mud-and-plaster construction work, Li Xiulan also couldn't have lived better and better.

So from start to finish he felt he'd done nothing wrong to Li Xiulan; Li Xiulan should be grateful to him, not give him cold faces.

Li Xiulan had long seen through Wang Zhanggen's character, so now that Wang Zhanggen had cancer, she actually felt little sadness, more a sense of responsibility — a duty to send this pillow-side companion on his final journey.

So as long as she did everything within her power, even if Wang Zhanggen truly passed away right before her eyes in the end, she would have a clear conscience.

Soon, the small sedan arrived at Wu Banxian's doorstep.

The four entered together, found Wu Banxian, and explained their purpose.

After listening patiently, Wu Banxian said to Wang Zhanggen:

"I see a little ghost has appeared in your home, a little ghost clinging to you; so not only should the ancestral grave be checked, you should also have a ritual ceremony done for the house."

Wang Zhanggen hurriedly nodded:

"Then please, Wu Banxian, perform the ritual for me!"

Wu Banxian said:

"My side charges 1500 yuan for one ritual ceremony; if you feel this price is no problem, I can go to your home today to set up the altar and perform the rites."

Wang Zhanggen answered without hesitation:

"No problem, 1500 it is!"

At this moment he no longer felt it was wasting money.

Du Xiaojuan spending money on postpartum confinement he felt was wasting money; now having Wu Banxian do a ritual for him, he felt the spending was perfectly justified!

Never mind 1500, even if it were 15,000, he'd probably agree without furrowing a brow.

Because he harbored a fluke hope in his heart: perhaps after the ritual drove away the little ghosts, his cancer would miraculously get better.

Wang Xiaohua and Wang Erhai had no objections to this either.

One thousand five hundred yuan to set up an altar and perform a ritual; if it could give Wang Changgen some psychological sense of security, then this money was actually spent quite worthily.

Their family were old clients of Wu Banxian; for old clients like this who could bring in long-term earnings, Wu Banxian's price was quite fair.

1500 yuan, minus labor costs and the various material costs for setting up the altar, he actually didn't earn all that much.

After this matter was settled, Wu Banxian immediately packed his things, then went to Shanggou Village together with the Wang family.

Arriving at the Wang family's villa in Shanggou Village.

Wu Banxian immediately set up the ritual altar; after setting up the altar, he calculated the hour, then said they had to wait until midnight tonight, when the little ghosts manifested, for his ritual to be comparatively effective.

Otherwise, performing the ritual now in broad daylight, with many little ghosts arising, it wouldn't have much effect on the little ghosts either.

Wang Changgen believed Wu Banxian's words without a shred of doubt.

He even hurriedly had Li Xiulan go to Wang Erhai's farm to catch two free-range chickens, to kill chickens and entertain Wu Banxian tonight.

There was still a long stretch of time before night; Wu Banxian, upholding his professional spirit, took the initiative to propose using this free time to go take a look at the Wang Family Ancestral Grave.

Wang Changgen naturally nodded agreement like a chicken pecking rice, and was deeply grateful to Wu Banxian.