The old farmer looked around, and the fields were planted with buds and sesame seeds. On the other side of the field is a small village, no different from Luozhuang, full of mud houses, not even a single brick house. Occasionally, a few dog barks came from the village.

The old farmer said: "This is not easy to find, there are no mountains and rivers, a plain, and you can't see where the feng shui dragon's nest is."

At this time, Yang Kexing heard the old farmer say the word feng shui, so he continued: "I don't see the mountains and the water, and the wind is a bunch of empty holes." "

This confused the old farmer, and the old farmer asked, "This little brother, what are you talking about?" Do you also know Feng Shui? "

Yang Kexing said: "I learned some from my father. Places like the plains, Guozhuang, and the places where the wind and water are upwind are also the places where the terrain is high. "

"Then what you mean is, where we look high, where is it possible to bury the corpse?" Feng Laonong said.

"That's what it means," Yang said.

"Then look for it, it's easy!" The old farmer said. Then the three of them walked through the budding valley and through the grass. After a busy afternoon, I only found three places when it was almost dark. First, there is a high hill three or four hundred meters east of Zhuangzi, second, there is a playground-sized grass pile one mile east of Zhuangzi, and third, there is a large piece of high ground more than two hundred meters south of Zhuangzi.

Seeing that it was already dark, it was about seven or eight o'clock in the evening. The countrymen go to bed early, and there are no lights in sight at this time. The three old peasants discussed it and decided to explore the high ground south of Zhuangzi first. Because this place is too close to Zhuangzi, I just took advantage of the moonlight to investigate, otherwise it might be discovered at dawn. The discussion was decided, and the three of them walked through the bud grove to the high ground. The old peasant ordered one person to shovel, and the two to let the wind go, so that they took turns to fight. So the old farmer took the lead, the old farmer opened the backpack, quickly loaded the shovel head, tightened the casing, found a position and began to dry. At this time, Wu Feifei and Yang Kexing stood in the bud valley more than ten meters away from the old farmer.

The old farmer was anxious and worked very hard. Three times five divided by two, half a meal, has been more than 20 meters down. But bringing out the soil shows that there is nothing underneath. The old farmer thought to himself that the tomb of this Wang Hou must be relatively deep, so he added a few more casings, and drove more than 40 casings into the ground in one go, that is, more than 40 meters. The soil brought out is still the same.

The old farmer was already sweating at this time, and he didn't care about mosquito bites in the field, so he took off his shirt and threw it on the ground, and then beckoned Wu Feifei to come over. The old man unscrewed the casing section by section, and then found a position for Wu Feifei to shovel. The man turned around and took out two dry baked cakes from his backpack, found a vantage point to observe the distance, and nibbled on the baked cakes while wiping the sweat from his head.

Wu Feifei took the Luoyang shovel and shoveled it according to the method taught by the old peasants. I don't know how long it took, but I also dismantled the Luoyang shovel in frustration. I took a baked cake and ate it while holding the kettle. Next up is Yang Viable. The three of them took turns to shovel in this way, and they hit no less than twenty or thirty probes back and forth, but they found nothing.

At this time, the sky was already slightly white, and the three of them were tired enough. So the old farmer said: "It doesn't seem to be here, maybe we are shallow." It's about to dawn, and the lawnmowers are probably about to go to the ground, so let's quickly clean up and find a place to hide and sleep for a while. Wu Feifei and Yang Kexing both agreed. The old farmer also instructed Wu Feifei to put all the soil from the Luoyang shovel into the old clothes, and instructed Yang Kexing to cut some grass with a knife to cover the probe eye, saying that the two could not be detected, and they would return and add another ten meters, and if it didn't work, they would find a way. The two of them were ordered to go to work. The old farmer put the casing back into the three backpacks.