"Stroke?"

Hearing Da Chun's affirmative answer, Yu Xia knew in her heart that it was not good.

Stroke is not a trivial ailment.

Da Chun's sister-in-law said that Uncle Jin Shan was asleep at night and suddenly had convulsions, and when Aunt Jin Shan woke up from this movement, she found that Uncle Jin Shan had half-open eyes, crooked tongue, and drooling.

"I heard that people are numb now and can't move anymore!"

Da Chun's sister-in-law was very anxious, waiting for the man to come back and visit.

At this time, the lights had begun to be turned on from house to house in the village, and many people had already come out to ask each other about the situation.

When the lights in the village were turned on, everyone went to Yang Jinshan's house together.

There are people with eggs in their hands, some people with herbs, and those who have good conditions at home, and they even take a mahogany box, which exudes a strong medicinal fragrance.

Yu Xia immediately distinguished that it was ginseng, and the year was not less than fifty years.

The feelings between the villagers are pure.

A large group of people hula came to the house under the ginkgo tree, and Yu Xia found that compared with the daytime, the leaves of the ginkgo tree were a little wilted.

The door of Yang Jinshan's house was open, and Yang Jinshan's daughter-in-law, Aunt Jinshan, had red eyes and were swollen like walnuts, and she cried when she saw people.

Yang Jinshan's only son, Dagui, who is twenty years old, took on the important task of greeting and visiting Yang Jinshan's guests.

Because the house was small and it was not suitable for a large group of people to go in and disturb the patients, Yang Dagui arranged for one family to enter.

Yu Xia followed Da Chun's sister-in-law, waiting for a while to go in with Da Chun's family.

Yu Xia glanced at Aunt Jin Shan, who was sitting on a chair and being comforted by the women of the village, her hair was black and thick, her skin was fair, her wrinkles were also very shallow, and she looked no more than forty years old.

"Sister-in-law Dachun, this Aunt Jinshan doesn't look very old."

Sister-in-law Da Chun nodded, "That's not it, Uncle Jinshan and his family are younger than my in-laws, and they are about forty years old." ”

"Wait, you just said that Uncle Jin Shan is also about forty years old?"

Yu Xia was shocked.

"Yes, Uncle Jin Shan is actually not very old, otherwise why would we all call him uncle, in fact, he is younger than most of our uncles in the previous generation."

"But how does Uncle Jin Shan look ......?"

"Looks old, doesn't he?"

Yu Xia nodded silently, Yang Jinshan had gray hair, a rickety figure, and when he walked, he put his hands behind his waist and leaned forward slightly, it could be seen that his waist was not easy to support daily walking, which was a characteristic of older people.

"Alas, Uncle Jin Shan, it was for the sake of the villagers that he broke his heart that he became what he is now."

Sister-in-law Da Chun sighed and explained to her softly in Yu Xia's ear.

It turned out that Yang Jinshan was the son of the previous village chief Yang Yirong, who was the last of his brothers, and most of the villagers in Dachun's generation called him uncle. If it weren't for Yang Yirong sacrificing himself in order to save the whole village, it would be a matter of whether the young Yang Jinshan would be able to become the village head.

However, Yang Jinshan, the village head, can be regarded as a painstaking effort for the villagers.

He led the villagers to rebuild their houses, dug rivers here and planted trees there, saying that this would be the way the village would be alive.

But what he said was right, after the villagers did what he said, the villagers had more harvests in the fields, and there were happy events in the village one after another. After Yang Jinshan became the village head, Yangtou Village soon flourished again.

Yu Xia had a different idea.

The prosperity of Yangtou Village is not by luck, but by man-made.

Rebuilding the house is not only for the villagers to have a good house to live in, but also digging the river and planting trees for the sake of more harvests, the houses here, the water flow here, and the trees here all bring good feng shui to Yangtou Village.

Good feng shui is the only way to raise people.

It's just that this kind of feng shui is not just something that people who know a little bit about feng shui can point out.

Yang Jinshan, an ordinary person with no self-cultivation, how can he see and change Feng Shui?

Where did his ability to recognize people come from?

Soon, it was the turn of Dachun's family to come into the house to visit.

Yu Xia followed behind Da Chun and his family, holding their children on the left and Cheng Buchi on the right.

Yang Jinshan was speechless.

Yang Dachun's face changed as soon as he saw this.

"Brother Guigui, why is Uncle Jin Shan like this? It's good to see him during the day! ”

Yang Dagui frowned.

"I don't know what's going on, we'll have dinner after you leave, and there's nothing going on when we're eating, and my dad told me about digging another pond, and who knows how long it will be."

Yu Xia stood aside and looked at Yang Jinshan intently.

There wasn't much life left in him. Although he is obviously only about forty years old, in her eyes, he is an old man who is dying and old, whether in terms of "qi" or "color".

If it weren't for Da Chun's sister-in-law telling the truth, she really couldn't imagine his real age.

How so?

Yu Xia glanced around, Yang Jinshan's life was very poor, although he was the village chief, but the furnishings in the house were poor Yang Dachun's family was a lot. There was only a dilapidated wooden cabinet, a worn-out chair, and even the clothes on his body were patched.

is such a person, but he said to Da Chun before that he should just look for him if he lacks anything, just to let Da Chun entertain himself as a passing guest.

Yu Xia sighed with emotion in her heart.

"What's that?"

Yu Xia's gaze suddenly froze.

Yang Dagui, who was talking to Yang Dachun, was stunned when he heard Yu Xia's words, and looked at her gaze.

On the dilapidated wooden cabinet, there are three old bamboo chopsticks.

Yang Dagui frowned.

His father has become like this, you are a guest who comes to visit, why don't you care about people, but look at the things in the house.

But for the sake of face, Yang Dagui still patiently answered Yu Xia's question.

"That's the bamboo chopsticks, which have long been moldy and can't be used, my father is reluctant to throw them, so he put them there, and from time to time he shakes his hands and rubs them twice, trying to rub off the mildew, but the result is more and more."

Yu Xia walked over and picked up the three bamboo chopsticks.

When Yang Dagui saw her like this, his brows furrowed even deeper, thinking that it was better for you not to come to the door to look at her, but seeing that she was still a child, he didn't say anything.

Yang Dachun also saw that something was wrong, a little strange, this girl was very polite and polite when she was at his house before, although she thought so in her heart, she only smiled and persuaded, "This is Uncle Jinshan's guest who nodded his head." ”

It means that although people are not very sensible, they are people approved by your father and guests, so don't take them too seriously.

Yu Xia didn't notice what others thought of her, and her attention was all attracted by the three bamboo chopsticks in her hand.

The chopsticks look like ordinary bamboo chopsticks, and there is no vitality fluctuation on them, which should be an extremely ordinary thing. It's just that the bamboo chopsticks are speckled with black, but they are not the mildew spots that Yang Dagui said.

This is something similar to charcoal that is formed after something has been burned.