Chapter 104: Sycamore Stump

He finally called a car. There are few cars on the road at night, and the driver drives the car fast. My grandfather and I were bumpy in the car for half the night, and I fell asleep in a daze, and my ears were still hazy listening to my grandfather's conversation. It sounded like it was coming from a faraway place, and it was a wonderful feeling.

Later, I was woken up by my grandfather in a state of being awake, saying that he had driven to Hao Jianfang's house. I don't know what time it was, but it was still dark and there were few stars. I followed them out of the car with sleepy eyes and walked into Hao Jianfang's house.

Hao Jianfang arranged for me to sleep in the same room with my grandfather. His home was relatively large, and the painting was good, which could only be done in a relatively well-to-do family at that time, which was very different from what I had thought.

The next day, he had breakfast with my grandfather and I and we walked around his house together. Grandpa put his hands behind his back, a cigarette in his mouth, and carefully inspected Hao Jianfang's house. The first thing to look at is the door of the house, the orientation of the door is very important, including the direction, the objects you are facing, such as whether there is a tree in front of the house, whether there is a well, and so on.

I followed my grandfather around, and I don't know how to look at the feng shui of the house.

Grandpa led me away. Hao Jianfang followed resignedly. Grandpa didn't let go of any small things around the house, including whether there were big rocks or mud pits around.

Grandpa said, "There is no problem with the gate. ”

I asked, "Does the gate also affect Feng Shui?" ”

Grandpa didn't answer directly, but told me a story. When Wentian Village did not reproduce to the current hundred or so households, there was only an old couple living there. One day, when the old couple came back from farm work, they found a seriously ill white-haired old man lying in front of their house. The old couple kindly took him into the house, boiled medicine and soup, and cured the white-haired old man's illness. After the white-haired old man recovered from his illness, he said to the old couple, "I have nothing, and I have nothing to repay you." Seeing that you are all old, but you have no children under your knees, I am afraid that you will be sad when you are old, so I will give you some guidance so that you can have a child.

The old couple laughed and said, "There is no hope of repaying you for saving you." Besides, we are all about to die wood, where can we have another son?

The white-haired old man said that you have not had children because of a problem with your family's feng shui. But your house has already been built like this, and you can't do it again. But I can change the direction and size of your door. Now that I'm well, I can take some effort to help you get the door done.

The old couple was suspicious and asked the white-haired old man to renovate the door of their house. The white-haired old man spent two days moving the original gate to the back, modifying the gate a little more, and then said goodbye without saying goodbye.

The old couple gave birth to a chubby boy on Chinese New Year's Eve, and then two boys and a girl. Wentian Village has multiplied endlessly, and the people have prospered, forming the current hundreds of households.

I asked my grandfather, "If you change the gate, it will have such a big impact?" ”

Grandpa said, "Yes." Feng Shui is often a little bit worse, and the results are very different. ”

Hao Jianfang, who was following behind, immediately asked, "How do you look at my family's feng shui?" There is a tree in front of the door and a mountain behind the house. Feng Shui should be okay, right? ”

Grandpa nodded, "Indeed." I think your feng shui here is okay. How could such a strange thing happen? Am I guessing wrong? Could it really be a ghost? But it doesn't make sense, according to the algorithm, it shouldn't be a ghost. Grandpa frowned and thought for a long time, but finally did not ask for an answer. Grandpa had no choice but to shake his head at Hao Jianfang, saying that he could not do anything.

Hao Jianfang's flattering smile immediately stiffened on his face, as ugly as frost.

Grandpa said, "There's really nothing I can do about it. We still have unfinished business at home, so we have to retire first. You can invite another master. ”

Hao Jianfang said wistfully: "As soon as autumn comes, the child will not be able to keep it, how can I have time to invite other masters?" Besides, I don't know where the masters are. ”

Grandpa smiled apologetically and reassured: "Fortune and misfortune are fateful, maybe this autumn will be different." ”

Hao Jianfang nodded, and hurriedly bowed his head and walked away. He's shedding tears, afraid we'll see it.

I asked my grandfather, "Do you believe in fate?" ”

Grandpa said, "When you can fight for your life, don't believe in it." When you can't fight it, you can be rational and don't spend your strength in vain, and then you can believe in fate. "I believe he is not only educating me, but also talking about his philosophy of life.

We chatted while walking, and unconsciously walked to the mountain behind Hao Jianfang's house. Grandpa suddenly stumbled and almost fell into the grass.

"What's that? I tripped and almost broke my bones. Grandpa lifted his feet and kneaded his toes with both hands.

I looked down and saw two tree stumps. The stump was half an inch above the road and stood like a colon in the middle of the road. Grandpa stumbled on the protruding part of the stump.

The stump has a wide section, almost the size of a round table for four people. Judging from the vague cross-sectional rings, the two trees are at least 100 years old.

"What kind of tree is this?" Grandpa shouted to Hao Jianfang.

"Sycamore trees." Hao Jianfang wiped his eyes with the corner of his clothes and replied hoarsely.

I'm very dissatisfied with my grandfather's behavior, Hao Jianfang is sad about the child's affairs, what kind of tree do you ask the old man, isn't this deliberately uncomfortable.

Grandpa continued to ask very uninterestingly: "Sycamore tree? How did you cut it? ”

Hao Jianfang said casually: "When I first made this house, there was a little less wood, and it blocked the foundation of the house. I cut down these two trees. Originally, it was going to be dug up by roots, but the tree was too old and the root system was very developed, and it was estimated that one root could fit a truckload when dug up, and it required a lot of labor, so the roots were not dug up. ”

Grandpa squatted down to take a closer look at the stump and said, "This tree doesn't seem to be dead yet." Is it? ”

Hao Jianfang saw that his grandfather always asked about things that had nothing to do with feng shui, and his attitude was a little bad, but he still replied calmly: "Yes, in spring, there are still buds growing on its stump." But there are many people who pass by this road every day, and the young shoots are trampled to death by their feet soon after they are born. So it hasn't grown yet. ”

"Oh," Grandpa nodded, reaching out to Hao Jianfang for a cigarette, "Come, give me a cigarette." ”

Hao Jianfang walked over lazily and handed his grandfather a cigarette.

Grandpa said, "Don't blame me for being ugly, you're just a little picky and a little stingy." How can you use a century-old tree to make a house? Grandpa lit his cigarette and said, "I see something wrong." ”

"You see the problem?" Hao Jianfang and I spoke in unison.