If he doesn't figure it out, his second half of life will never be peaceful.
Leading the way ahead, Fifteenth Wang turned his head for a glance and smiled.
"We are almost there. Few people come to this place now. Earth burial is prohibited, and fewer villagers are around. Even if someone holds an event, they won't bury people this far anymore.
However, being this far has its advantages. You wouldn't know, in earlier years, when fire cremation was forcibly promoted, burial was prohibited.
With road construction and tomb relocation, many tombs have disappeared, it's such a sin.
The leader here, led by example and flattened their family's tomb, this person is truly ruthless."
"This leader will surely be promoted," Wang Jianjun casually remarked.
In the past, he might have thought this was simply a firm push of policy. But recalling every streetlamp outside a fried goods shop had an Evil Ghost hanging from it, he knew this matter wasn't that simple.
