Before Zhang Yang called, Brother Ping An was busy working in a small village near Linhai.

There is a cemetery in the village that was built more than ten years ago, and when it was just completed and was about to start business, the contracted enterprise suddenly closed down, the boss ran away and went abroad, and the cemetery became the property of the village collective.

Over the years, the village has been looking for someone to take over.

The location of the cemetery is very good, there are mountains and rivers nearby, and one kilometer away is the exit of the highway, which is a standard cemetery location, but because the asking price in the village is too high, almost all the bosses of the large and small funeral industry in Linhai have come to talk about it, and they have not been able to negotiate.

This time, it was Brother Ping'an's turn to come from out of town.

He is backed by a large company from Shenghai, and has just completed the pre-sale of the new park in Linhai, and has collected a large amount of money, which is the time for expansion.

This ready-made cemetery is the best opportunity for foreign merchants like him to enter the local market.

"Director, if our group buys this land, you have to mobilize the villagers and move all the graves buried nearby."

"Otherwise, people come to see the cemetery and find that no one cares about the burials here, so who will spend money to bury them in our garden, right?"

Brother Ping'an was holding a dog's tail grass that was pulled from the side of someone's grave, and his tone was very frivolous.

There's no way, I just finished a big business, and I paid tens of thousands of dividends, not to mention the rank, and my rank was upgraded by one level.

Now, in Brother Ping'an's heart, Linhai is the blessed land of his career.

Although he was almost scared to cry when he dug up the ancient tomb, after the rain, he lived a brighter life than before.

The only thing he felt was that on the day of the opening ribbon cutting, he didn't invite his benefactor Zhang Yang to the scene.

After all, Cemetery 001 relied on its flamboyant ideas to win the favor of the big guys.

Not to mention that after digging up the ancient tomb at that time, Zhang Yang helped him find the lost cultural relics, which was equivalent to saving his life.

"Yes, yes, I remember what Mr. Ping An said." The village chief nodded and replied repeatedly.

"And then there's the renovation, you should have a dozen or twenty strong laborers in your village, right? Give us a day's work, give us three hundred, and pack lunch, it shouldn't be difficult to recruit people, right? ”

"That's going to be fine." The village director said with a smile: "The small workers at the construction site here are only less than 200 a day, and Ping An always recruits people at this price." ”

"Also, after the cemetery is renovated, I plan to build two white shops at this intersection, are there any skilled paper people in the village to help me introduce two?"

"This ...... There is a family in the village that makes coffins, an ancestral craft, but I haven't seen him sell paper figures for many years, and I don't know if he will tie it. ”

"You go and ask, it's well done, I'll hire him directly......

Brother Ping'an is frantically drawing cakes for several people in charge of the village, and before the contract has been completed, he is already imagining what will happen after the in-depth cooperation.

But then the phone rang, interrupting his rhythm.

"Wait, I'll answer the phone."

"Hey~ Master Zhang!"

"Hey, Brother Ping'an, where are you looking for the cemetery now?" Zhang Yang asked on the phone.

"In Shuitian Village, Guangfa County, Linhai, the feng shui here is really good!"

Since the last incident, Brother Ping An has realized the importance of learning Feng Shui knowledge.

If he encounters the kind of treasure that can bury princes and generals in the future, he will install a few cameras on the construction site in the future, so that even if the ancient tomb is dug up, he can know it for the first time.

"How nice is that?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"The Shanghe Heavenly Star Heng Bureau, the lower Zhong is the dragon and the king, and the Mingtang can accommodate thousands of troops." Brother Ping An casually fabricated a few sentences from the feng shui book, anyway, it means that this place has good feng shui.

"What about you, there really is such a place, I will directly book the largest and best grave." Zhang Yang ruthlessly debunked.

He was very familiar with the sentence just now, and he definitely said the emperor's tomb.

Shen Shuyu is next to him, someone really has to show some expert.

"What do you mean by that?" Miss Shen covered her mouth and whispered in Zhang Yang's ear.

"I'll explain it to you later." Zhang Yang replied silently with his mouth.

On the other end of the phone, Brother Ping'an, who was exposed, was still smiling happily.

"I know you won't believe it, teasing you!"

"Why did Brother Yang think of looking for me today? Normally, I can't even hire you for money. ”

"Isn't it because I released your pigeon last time, I feel guilty?" Zhang Yang said this in a heartbroken tone, and successfully amused the girl next to him, "No, I took the initiative to come today and want to help you see Feng Shui." ”

"Really?" Brother Ping'an looked surprised, "Brother Yang, are you really here?" ”

"How else......"

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, the phone hung up.

After only raising his head and glancing at Shen Shuyu, the ringtone of the video call rang again.

Brother Ping'an called.

After connecting the video, Zhang Yang pointed the camera at the floor, and it didn't matter if Brother Ping'an on the other end of the video, anyway, the purpose of his video was to let Zhang Yang see the topography of the cemetery.

"Where's the cemetery?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Wait a minute, Brother Yang, I'll run farther."

In front of the stunned village committee, Brother Ping An trotted all the way and stood on a big rock.

"There, starting from the camphor tree on the left, going around the path and going over this hill, there is a ready-made cemetery."

"I'll show you around again."

"This cemetery is facing a continuous mountain range, just here, and there is a river at the foot of the mountain, typical of the terrain where dragons suck water......"

When Brother Ping'an spoke, Zhang Yang closed the wheat and simultaneously translated it to Shen Shuyu.

What is dragon sucking water? In fact, it is to prove that this mountain range is a dragon vein to come up with the theory;

What does it mean that Mingtang can accommodate thousands of troops? In fact, there is a large plain next to the cemetery, and the view is very good;

Why do we talk about the conjunctions of the earth and the stars? In fact, it depends on whether the sky above this place is open, whether it is often sunny, and you can see the stars at night......

Zhang Yang sighed in his heart while explaining:

Brother Ping An is worthy of being able to do sales, he is really good at blowing.

No wonder the burial plan of "pouring cement to build his own corpse" can be sold by him at a high price.

"So this is Feng Shui!"

Shen Shuyu's face was written with "admiration" and "admiration".

"In fact, it is just the experience accumulated by the ancients who wanted to be peaceful after their death, and on the basis of the funerals of their predecessors." Zhang Yang explained.

Feng Shui, in the final analysis, is still within the scope of empirical.

When the ancients found that other people's ancestral tombs were washed away during heavy rains, floods, and landslides, they immediately knew that those places were not suitable for burial; When the bones of the ancestors are found to be missing, they will tell the descendants to avoid the original place when they are buried......

Over time, a complete set of theoretical knowledge was formed.

"Brother Yang, how is it, is this place okay?"

After Brother Ping An introduced the terrain, he consulted Zhang Yang's opinion.

The latter hurriedly turned on the microphone to communicate:

"It's okay, this place used to be good. Because I look like there is a tomb of the Qing Dynasty over there, which means that this is a treasure of feng shui very early. ”

Although Zhang Yang doesn't really see it, the tomb archway above the ground is still obvious.

There is a vase sandwiched between the two owl kisses (dragon body and fish tail) on the top of the archway, this kind of statue, there is the style of the Qing Dynasty tomb in the impression of Zhang Yang.

At the latest, it is also a stone tomb archway in the late Qing Dynasty.

Brother Ping'an couldn't help but shudder when he heard Zhang Yang's words.

And the tombs?

The ancients really didn't leave a way for future generations to live, and all the good places were occupied.

He looked in the direction suggested by Zhang Yang, and sure enough, next to a new grave with wreaths, he found the tomb archway that Zhang Yang said.

When I got closer, only half of it was exposed, and I couldn't even see the tombstone.

"It should have been buried by earthwork when this cemetery was being built." Brother Ping An explained to Zhang Yang.

I was afraid that the people in the village wanted to pit themselves, so I deliberately didn't mention the matter of the ancient tomb, and Brother Ping'an didn't dare to call anyone, so he walked over alone.

Now count on Zhang Yang to help him see what the situation is.

On the second floor of the memorial arch, is the "enjoyment hall" of the tomb archway, there are two statues of heavenly officials next to the pillar, and a stone slab in the middle is engraved with three big characters of "Anji", describing the tomb comfortable and beautiful.

The rest was buried in the ground.

"This is a four-pillar, three-compartment and three-story tomb archway, and the age can probably be in the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty."

"Even if it's not an official's tomb, at least it's a rich local squire." Zhang Yang analyzed.

"Daoguang, that's almost 200 years." Brother Ping'an calculated the time and hesitated a little, "Brother Yang, this should be something that can be moved, right?" ”

"You're in the cemetery business, you ask me?"

Zhang Yang is just looking at feng shui from a distance, of course he will not make decisions on such an important matter.

"Zhang Yang, Shuyu, where are you?"

Master Wang's voice sounded behind the two young men.

Zhang Yang turned around and found that his master and uncle were looking at him happily.

He quickly explained: "A friend is looking at the cemetery, and I help him with the staff officer. ”

"Oh, I forgot to say it." Master Wang patted his head and introduced to Teacher Ma, "Zhang Yang, he is also very good at studying Chinese culture. ”

"I don't know a lot of feng shui knowledge, he knows it well, I really don't know where I learned it."

"Really?" Teacher Ma showed an inquiring expression.

"A little bit of understanding, a little bit of understanding." Zhang Yang changed the topic and looked at the time, "It's time for dinner now, master, uncle, let's talk while walking." ”

……

After dinner, Master Wang made an unprecedented proposal to invite the Ma family's father and daughter to his private house to have a look.

Zhang Yang, as the protagonist, of course, must be together.

To be honest, although he worshipped Wang Guosheng as a master, this was the first time Zhang Yang went to the master's house as a guest.

Because Master Wang's family is in Yanjing, Linhai's home, he hired a nanny to clean up.

Usually, even Wang Guosheng himself prefers to stay in the museum and play chess with Librarian He, rather than stay in a big deserted house.

Wang's house is in a very old community near the Hailin Museum, and most of the residents in the neighborhood are retired elderly people.

Zhang Yang has the impression that Sister Gao's house seems to be nearby.

After entering the door, everyone chatted casually in the living room.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Wang Guosheng finally said the purpose of his invitation to come.

"When I was in Yanjing, Master Ma heard that his granddaughter, who is also the niece of Shuyu, usually has a lot of research on calligraphy and painting. I don't know if my eyesight is still online after four years of college? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone else present understood that they were going through the "blind date process" again.

The blind date in the eyes of the elderly, in addition to being a good match, both men and women must complement each other.

Zhang Yang's strength, Wang Guosheng is clear, at least in the antique area, no one can look at imitations better than him.

If you want to be a good match for publicity, you can't understand antiques.

In Wang Guosheng's simple view of marriage, two people must have a common topic in order to live a stable life in the future.

Now, it is time to examine Shen Shuyu's basic skills.

Of course, the words will not be so straightforward, what Wang Guosheng said is:

"Before I returned to Linhai, I received a couplet from Wu Changshuo from an old friend, I don't know if there is an honor to ask Shuyu's niece to help palm the eyes?"

"Teacher Wang, what you said is too torturous for this child." Teacher Ma helped to answer, "If you can see Master Wu's calligraphy, let's take a trip to Linhai, and it will be worth the trip." ”

When the father said so, of course Shen Shuyu could only agree.

"We're both marionettes!"

Zhang Yang thought like this, and subconsciously glanced at Miss Shen.

The latter happened to be looking at him as well.

The two glanced at each other, both understood the helplessness in each other's eyes, and smiled very tacitly.

In the study, Wang Guosheng had already made preparations, and Wu Changshuo's couplet had been spread out on the bookcase.

A five-word couplet of official letters.

It reads "Huaya deer car out, Chaoping Lihan comes".

The inscription is: Anji Wu Changshuo is eighty-three years old.

Wu Changshuo is known to have lived to be 84 years old, so this couplet was composed in 1926, a year before his death.

Seeing his peers appraising antiques for the first time, Zhang Yang stood aside with great interest, observing the expression on Shen Shuyu's face.

Miss Shen's expression was very serious, and she had to read every word clearly.

It gives people the feeling that they are in the exam.

After a while, she said quite old-fashioned:

"This masterpiece of Mr. Wu's later years is really amazing."

"Hua, car, out, flat, come, these words, the knot is longitudinal, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, low on the left and high on the right; Asia, deer, carp, these three words, the shape of the square flat, take the vertical and horizontal trend as the characteristics of the knot; The knot is changing, but the pen is very good. ”

"I can only see that the glyphs and penmanship of "Shiguwen" are mixed into it, the round and straight into it, the front is paved, and the font appears round, strong, and ......simple."

The useful information that Zhang Yang can understand is the "Stone Drum Text".

It is the oldest stone inscription in China, engraved on ten stone drums, and is a work of the Qin Shi Huang period.

It is said that if you want to learn seal script, you can achieve something by holding the rubbings of the stone drum script and studying it for decades.

As for the rest of what Shen Shuyu said, Zhang Yang could only learn from Quentin to say one sentence:

"Cattle ratio~"

But that's not enough.

Zhang Yang looked at the item information of the couplet in front of him, the couplet was made in 1926, there is no problem;

But the next link, made in 2023.

Master Wang is very bad, and he uses this method to test others.

"Gone?" After listening to Shen Shuyu's appraisal words, Wang Guosheng asked her, "Is there a problem with this couplet in your opinion?" ”

If there is a problem, say that there is a problem!

Zhang Yang looked at Shen Shuyu, a little nervous for her.

He was often tested like this by his master, and if he was wrong, he would hear Master Wang's sigh that hit his soul.

This time, seeing Shen Shuyu nodding decisively, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

(End of chapter)