Jiang Meiyue was stunned when she saw me, and stretched out her hand and shook it in front of my eyes: "Shang Lu, what are you looking at?" ”

I pointed to the extended Lincoln.

Jiang Meiyue pouted: "That's the big-bellied car just now, the big-bellied is a member of the Zhong family, and Zhong Ling has an inseparable blood relationship." Looking at his car, are you thinking about Zhong Ling? ”

"Damn, whatever."

I have to say that a woman's intuition is really accurate, equivalent to a thousand Sherlock Holmes aggregates.

I used to read a joke and said that there was a woman who didn't have her because her boyfriend reposted a love Weibo, and she flipped through more than 8,000 comments on that Weibo, and finally saw the story of her boyfriend Ai's special sister.

Jiang Meiyue is also like that girl, I look at the big-bellied car, and she knows that I am thinking about Zhong Ling.

It's really the same as Jiang Pingchuan said, whoever becomes her boyfriend in the future will be unlucky.

However, even if I was thinking about Zhong Ling, I wouldn't admit it in front of Jiang Meiyue.

Just as I was talking to Jiang Meiyue, the child named Chuanbei just now ran in front of me, stretched out his dirty hand and pulled me: "Brother, the village chief called you over." ”

"What do you mean by not calling?"

The village chief's voice sounded behind him: "Do you have to put up a fight to ask for someone?" That's not my style. ”

After saying that, he glanced at me.

His expression was a little complicated, and he asked in disbelief: "Young man, Mr. Xinma was in great trouble with me just now, but you said that I would not live for two days, really?" ”

The village chief grew a pair of Fu Shou ears.

The so-called Fushou ears are big, long, thick, and similar to the ears of the birthday star. Also towering and quick to hear. No wonder you can still hear me and Jiang Meiyue talking when I stand so far away.

I nodded, "That's right." ”

"How do you see that?"

The village chief carried a firewood stick, meaning that I should meet him like Ma Haoyu and show some persuasion.

I glanced at his face and opened my mouth to come: "You have two brothers, and you are the second." Your dad has three brothers, the third of all. You yourself have two sons. At the age of eighteen and September, your father died. At the age of thirty-one, in June, your mother died. At the age of forty-two, her mother-in-law died. Your daughter-in-law has seven brothers and sisters. The ancestral tomb of Renshan is in the direction of Bing, and there are few dead people. Your brother's daughter did not live to be eighteen years old, and drowned in a reservoir at the age of sixteen. At the age of thirty, he lost a lawsuit with his neighbor to the east. At the age of fifty-one, he became the village chief, and he has been the head of the village for two years now, right? ”

"Yes, yes, yes."

Chuanbei on the side was a little stupid, clapped his hands and smiled: "I know that it's right." ”

The village chief glared at him: "Ha Piwa'er, go and play." Young man, you have also heard these things, and the people in our village know these things, and you can ask my neighbors to ask them, which is not convincing. ”

Holy.

I don't want to see that you will die in two days, and I don't bother to talk to you. You're good, why did you get me in the exam?

But if you don't believe it, I'll let you believe it.

Then he said, "Okay, then talk about something that no one knows." You're broad-minded, you should be a northerner. Came from Shandong? Tell me something about your Shandong side, no one knows, right? ”

When the village chief heard this, he looked at what kind of flowers you could say.

I said, "You have three lines on your right eyebrow, your left father and your right mother." On the right eyebrow and forehead, it is called the Desperate Death Qi Palace. There is a vertical line in the third of the eyebrow. This is called the sling line. Explain that someone from your mother's mother's family hanged herself. The position is in the brother's position, and it is your uncle. Is that right? ”

The village chief was stunned: "How do you know?" ”

"Look at each other!"

When asked, there was no level at all: "Also, there is a thin line that is black at the place of the line next to your uncle." The thin line is the daughter, and the black is the water doom. Your cousin, threw yourself into the water and died, right? ”

"Accurate, so accurate!"

The village chief's expression changed completely, and he was convinced: "I haven't told anyone about my hometown in Shandong, especially my cousin, I have the best relationship with her." Her death at a young age was a great pain in my heart, and I didn't want to mention it, even my sons didn't know about it. God, young man, I believe in you. ”

When I heard it, "You're welcome. ”

The village chief rubbed his hands and said somehow: "Then look at our family...... What's going on? Why did the sons and daughters-in-law have accidents? ”

I told him about his ancestors who had others pee in the graves when they buried their ancestors.

He let out an "ah" and was heartbroken: "No wonder, no wonder our family often has this kind of ....... The ........ that corrupts the wind"

Although this matter is known in the village, it is still ashamed to say it to the person concerned. He only asked me, "That's that....... What to do? ”

"Don't panic."

I reassured him: "When you finish the affairs of the family, it will be good to move the grave." Look at your face, stop short and long, after you move the grave, your fortune will not be as good as it is now. After all, all the money you have now is because of the Canghuang Acupoint. In the future, it can only be more successful and more defeated, and it will still be empty. ”

Jin Suofu said: The upper stop is short and the lower stop is long, and there are many successes and failures, especially empty death.

Even if the family plan is stopped, it is like the scorching sun shining on the frost.

It is said that people with this kind of face work hard all their lives, gain more and lose more, and it is not easy to save their family. Even if you stop saving a little savings, it's like a thin layer of ice that melts away as soon as the sun shines.

In other words, the village chief's family will have a hard life in the future.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

The village chief said: "If you have money and things outside your body, it's good to keep your life and your family safe." So, Master, go and take a look at my ancestral grave? ”

After a while, the title of the village chief was changed.

I nodded: "But I want to go to your ancestral grave, this evil is in the ancestral grave!" ”

When the village chief heard this, he greeted him around, and two villagers came up.

He pointed to Hua Xiang's corpse: "You two, carry Hua Xiang away." ”

"Where's it going? Fourth uncle. ”

These two villagers are the little nephews of the village chief, and when they heard that the village chief had a life, they didn't dare to disobey, but Hua Xiang's death was miserable, and the death was terrifying, so they didn't want to touch it, so they said: "Fourth uncle, when the second brother left just now, he won't let you throw Hua Xiang out, he will not recognize you." ”

"You two little turtles!"

The village chief had a bad temper, and when he heard this, one of them rewarded him with a chestnut: "Did I tell you to throw her out?" I tell you to carry her back and stop the mortuary. ”

"Okay!"

The two little nephews called a few more brothers and carried the fragrance of flowers away.

The village chief also shouted to their backs as they walked away: "Remember, stop on the dam and don't enter the house." ”

None of his nephews answered, and he couldn't help but feel melancholy.

In the countryside, there is a taboo that people who die by mistake and those who die outside are not allowed to enter the house. It is unlucky for a dead person to enter the house, and it will bring misfortune. The people who died outside died, and there was no reason to draw closer to the house.

Not to mention that Hua Xiang's death is miserable, it is quite insulting to die.

For the village chief, it is shameful enough for the fragrance of flowers to send grassland to their family. But who can blame? Blame the ancestors of your own descendants! It's not good to let others do it for you, but this thing is on behalf of you.

However, this is not a reason for him to forgive Huaxiang.

He is willing to give Huaxiang a funeral, and he has already given his son full face.

I don't know if those little turtle boys will listen to him and stop the fragrance of flowers outside. The more I thought about it, the more anxious I became, and I kept staring at the distant footsteps of my nephews, hoping to keep up.

When I saw that the village chief was stunned, I coughed twice.

I didn't cough him back to my senses.

Jiang Meiyue lowered her head and touched Chuanbei with her hand: "Hey, you call your village chief!" ”

Chuanbei is half-demented and can't read people's faces.

He didn't care what the village chief's mood was, he pounced on the village chief in the past, and jumped up and slapped the village chief in the face a few times: "Village chief!" Wake up!! Wake up!! ”

"Wake up your mother!"

The village chief was thinking about something, but he was hurt and angry by Chuan Bei's beating, and threw him away: "Lao Tzu is not deaf, what about you beating your mother?" ”

Chuan Bei looked aggrieved and pointed at me: "Big brother called you." ”

I pulled Chuanbei over: "Village chief, time waits for no one, let's go to the ancestral grave now, right?" ”

"Oh, okay."

The village chief came back to his senses, and he also knew the truth of solving it early and relaxing, so he called his brother and a few cousins, all of whom were a group of old men in their fifties and sixties, and set off to the ancestral grave together.

The place of the ancestral grave is not far away, just where the villagers pointed out to us.

The grave is in the corner of a paddy field, surrounded by mud to separate the water.

The left side of the tomb is lower than the right side, which is called a trap house. And the soil is red and yellow, and it flows straight to another field. In this place, the soil is full of thorns, one after another.

If you look closely, you can see that the roots of the thorn strips actually sprouted from the grave.

I looked at it and said, "This is called a prison grid, out of prison." The village chief, your eldest brother's eldest son, is now in prison, right? ”

The eldest brother of the village chief was also there, and his face was not very good when he heard it.

The village chief whispered in my ear: "That's right, master, my eldest nephew was sued and imprisoned for molesting an underage girl, and he was sentenced to more than ten years, and it's not time yet." How can you tell? ”

The village chief likes to ask this question.

Then I explained it to him, and pointed to the thorns and trees on the grave, and said, "It is said in the Scriptures that thorns and trees shall not grow on the grave." These two things are entwined with vines, and future generations will be entangled in lawsuits. And the tree on your ancestral grave is called sand pine, and the sand pine root is red, once the tree roots grow into the grave and entangle the coffin, it is called red eyes entangled, and the descendants will be designated to go to prison without saying it, and it will not be possible to get the whole death penalty out. ”

The village chief was stunned: "This, this thing is quite powerful!" ”

His brothers panicked when they heard this, after all, the ancestors inside were also their ancestors, and they also had one or two about the influence of feng shui. It is impossible to affect only the village chief.

They asked me what to do.

I said, "Cut down the tree and uproot it." It's okay if you can't pull out the roots, so cut down the trees and thorns first, and build a grave. After a while, the grave will be moved, and it will be fine. ”

They all started talking, asking what the eldest of the brothers should do?

The eldest is the oldest in the family and has the most say in the family, but he still can't trust me as a hairy boy. In the end, the village chief tried his best to persuade him, saying that he believed him, and he was more accurate than the gentleman who believed in the horse just now. It's not too old, and it's not too young.

The boss nodded and asked what to do next?

"There's no hurry."

I waved my hand: "There is another evil thing on your ancestral grave, which is the key to the death of the village chief's family one after another. ”