Chapter 202: Ghost Mountain

"I said this young master, why is he alone. It is said that people like you who come out of a big family, even if you are cautious and deliberately do not show the mountains and water, but you have to bring a few attendants and bodyguards, don't you?" Yin Chengxia is no longer good as a broker, but his ability to greet people is really like rubbing a hundred family meals with him, and he comes with it, naturally. At this time, he had already walked with Ren Pingsheng for a long time.

"Of course, it is also a kind of strength for those of you who walk the rivers and lakes with a lot of money and buy real estate in other places. Those who do our business, which one is pregnant with three melons and two dates, and which one is Taoguang Yangyu who is looking for a stable property, at a glance, his eyes rolled a few times, and he has made a draft of nonsense. But don't worry, no matter what the other brokers in this line are, I, Yin Chengxia, am also a person who relies on friends in the rivers and lakes to give a few thin noodles, and I don't have that kind of snobbery. Those who come are customers, and we all treat them equally. Besides, we are natives, the young master has a fancy for that field, that house, no matter how difficult it is, what do we have is that bit of neighborhood affection, what can't we talk about, what is not good to talk about?"

"Conscience intermediary, sincere errands, let's not use our conscience to earn the difference between bullying foreigners who can't understand words. ”

"I said young master, do you have a fancy for it, you give me an accurate word......"

Yin Chengxia said with a dry mouth, how could he look at the young master in green shirts, who was at least three or four years younger than himself, just walked silently without saying a word, neither expressing his hatred nor intending to take care of it.

Yin Chengxia finally sighed and stopped talking. But he didn't give up, his eyes were still full of that refined and pure smile, and he silently looked at the young passer-by, following suit.

finally met a person who didn't appreciate a rolling word in a few words, and Lao Tzu consumed it with you.

Even if you can't do the great cause of slaughtering foreigners, you might as well solve the problem of eating for a few days first.

"Why don't you say it?" After being silent for a long time, the young man in a green shirt with a shelf higher than the sky finally took the initiative to speak, "Yes, I came to buy a house, but you talked about it for a long time, but you just didn't get to the point." ”

Ren Pingsheng glanced at the smiling guy and said, "I'm not interested in what you said." ”

Yin Chengxia's mind was racing, and he quickly checked and filled in the gaps, and the final result was that nothing was missing.

"Young master, you must know that before this winter, our white bamboo wall is just a poor country on the edge of that dilapidated city. They are all peasant households facing the loess with their backs to the sky, two or three hundred households in one village, and they have never even been a decent landlord. That's all there is to it. You must know that you can buy a lot of money, but on the side of Luoma City, a slightly decent house shop has already been speculated at a sky-high price. We are here, the house is not good, we can buy it and build it again. There are not many fields, but as long as there is a way to make money and manage it properly, it is also a long-term industry. There are many rich people from other towns who want to have a lot of money in their pockets, and they are not all here for one acre and three points of thin land, and they have to fight for a head and blood......"

Since the other party has reacted, Yin Chengxia naturally can't miss the opportunity, and if he doesn't, he will blow it up first.

Ren Pingsheng motioned for him to stop, and said slowly: "Who said I want that shop and house, no matter how good that thing is, I am not interested in a copper coin or a building." What I want is a mountain. Can you get it?"

"Mountain!" Yin Chengxia suddenly looked bitter, "Young master, although people can't look good, besides, you still carry a sword box on your back, which is the style of some mountain immortal family." But those immortals from other places are looking for mountains, not like this. Found a suitable mountain, without the care of those immortal masters in Xiqiao Mountain, who would dare to buy and sell without authorization?"

Yin Chengxia stretched out a finger and pointed to the sky and said, "Immortals, have you seen it?" Flying over that cloud, we, the common people, regardless of whether they are high or low, have to kneel and bow to the Lord who welcomes them. Now the trading of this white bamboo hill is under their control. ”

Ren Pingsheng squinted at him, "In other words, you can't do this deal......?"

Yin Chengxia secretly gritted his teeth, but his face was silent, and he waved his hand again and again: "Where is it, it's not me Yin Chengxia who brags." There are not a hundred or seventy or eighty property brokers in this Baizhuyuan, and no one dares to take down a mountain. As for me, I have more friends, I drink together every other day on weekdays, and there are also blood relatives and ancestors in several families, who are from the mountain. There is a cousin uncle who is still a Jindanke who has achieved the Tao. We have a few families, and they are all iron-clad relationships. If I can't even get it, let alone the entire Baizhuyuan, let's just say the entire Luoma City, no one else can take it. ”

Ren Pingsheng smiled, this kind of innocuous cowhide, he didn't bother to say it. Occupy people's numerology, look at people's popularity, and know that the noble and the lowly are obedient and obedient, which requires so much nonsense.

"I'm hungry? I also want to find a place to eat, and the land is unfamiliar, so why don't you bother Brother Tai to lead the way first?"

The sudden change of topic made Yin Chengxia stunned. Trading or something, it was a water mill that couldn't be rushed, and in terms of the current situation, Ren Pingsheng's words really spoke to his heart.

"No, I've been busy all morning until now, it's all a small deal, seven or eight acres of land, and two old houses. Isn't that even a meal for breakfast...... Young master, you are looking for me to lead the way, you can be regarded as finding the right person. Two or three months ago, there were no restaurants or liquor outlets in this place. It was only recently opened by more people from other places. Which one tastes pure and the price is fair, I know it clearly......"

Yin Chengxia, the broker who has always had a way, fortunately, can clearly point out the direction of the Liangdao Courtyard when he is slightly drunk. That place is not difficult to find, there are only a few Danxia mountains in Baizhuyuan, not to mention the main peak that stands tall and tall.

Wine Pot Mountain, Dog Trail Lake.

A complex of buildings with a wide courtyard and many houses, but it does not have all the patterns of rows and cornices. It's just a quiet and bright lecture hall and book house, with the sound of books, birds and flowers.

On the embankment on the shore of Dog Trail Lake, there is an "acquaintance" of Ren Pingsheng, wandering around, as if he is enjoying the scenery and waiting for someone.

To be precise, this is an acquaintance, and in some respects, it can be regarded as half of Ren Pingsheng's fellow practitioners.

It's all because of Feng Shui.

Zhao Yuheng, Zhang Taixuan's proud disciple. To be precise, when he was talking about the Tao in Qingniuping, Ren Pingsheng recognized him. And because Ren Pingsheng was cornered by Tang Taizhong, the elder of Zhanglutang, when he hijacked Cheng Cheng as a hostage, Zhao Yuheng also recognized a young man in a green shirt who had a ruthless personality and dared to call Banxi Qiaoshan.

It's just that I also knew later that it was a double reed play by Cheng Mojin in order to let his daughter get out safely.

The real meeting between the two was on the medicine mountain, Zhao Yuheng was beaten to the ground by his uncle Wang Taizhong from the sea of clouds, and he was scolded underground.

Ren Pingsheng originally planned to say hello to Fang Mao by the way, after all, they were quasi-brothers who had cut people together, killed demons together, and made a fortune together. But since there is that "acquaintance" here, and looking at the state of that guy, it doesn't seem like he can leave for a while, Ren Pingsheng has no choice but to give up.

It's important to get down to business, there's no need to get into trouble here.

So after recognizing the location of Fangliang Daoyuan, he quietly left, out of the white bamboo wall, no one came out of the wilderness, like a green smoke flying by, to the northwest mountainous area.

He decided to go and see the "ghost mountain" that the landlord was allegedly willing to send upside down. The matter of that ghost mountain was also at the previous wine table, Yin Chengxia said it unintentionally, and Ren Pingsheng listener was intentional, but he didn't move and asked everything he should ask.

The meal that invited Yin Chengxia to eat was really not wronged. The matter of buying a mountain has been doubtful and there is no way out

, I didn't expect that when the guy was slightly drunk and drunk, he chatted and chatted, and he actually talked about some eyebrows.

The Danxia Mountains in Baizhuyuan, except for the Jiuhu Mountain of Fangliang Daoyuan that refused to change hands no matter what, the others have already been famous and have owners, and it is impossible to sell them anymore.

In addition, there is a flat river around Baizhuyuan, and there is no other mountainous area until the border between the two states more than 20 miles away in the northwest. But that place is too remote, and many masters on the mountain have come to see it in person, and one side is poor and worthless, so no one cares about it.

Especially the ghost mountain, whose real name is Erzu Peak, the mountain is majestic, the ancient pine welcomes guests, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and it looks like a unique scenery. I don't know who gave such a strange mountain name a hundred years ago.

A few decades ago, the local household registration of the mountain owner's family, surnamed Deng, had been poor for generations. Not only that, but the children and grandchildren of each generation of this family, there are many men, but all of them die young, and those who are finally able to marry wives and have children have become a single seedling.

Originally, there were several generations of family owners, and they thought it was the feng shui of the house, so they invited several famous local gentlemen to choose a day and moved five or six times, and the harvest of those generations' lifelong labor was spent on moving. No matter where you move, it's a bleak experience. In the end, the two or three generations were desperate, so they had to return to their own mountains, and lived a life of grass shelter and bran.

In fact, at this time, the family knew that their ancestors had never escaped the doom, thanks to the second ancestral peak under their own name.

The property of the family has long been sold, but this Erzu Mountain, if you want to give it to someone for nothing, no one is willing to sign the mountain deed with their family. Even those fertile mountains on the gentle slopes of the lower slopes of Erzu Peak, you gave them to your neighbors for cultivation free of charge, and no one was willing to take them over.

That is, fifty or sixty years ago, I heard the older generation say that it was time for the mountain master surnamed Deng to operate. That day, the family went to work in the fields at the foot of the mountain early in the morning, and found a young beggar lying in the wheat field. The mountain owner surnamed Deng has lived in the mountains for a long time and has the power to judge some common injuries and diseases. Therefore, upon closer inspection, he found that the young beggar, unlike the natives, must have barely supported this place, so he fainted from hunger and cold.

The mountain lord surnamed Deng was overjoyed, and hurriedly carried the man to his home with his wife, and finally woke up the young beggar whose life was hanging by a thread.

The beggar is also a grateful and diligent man, helping his family to open up mountains and farm, doing all the dirty work, and not asking for anything in return, three meals a day gnawing on the nest made of coarse wheat and bran, and still enjoying himself.

After some time, after the crops in the field were harvested, the mountain owner surnamed Deng told the young beggar what he wanted. I lied, saying that there were relatives who made a fortune in the countryside, and I was grateful for that little bit of blood and incense, and the industry outside was big and needed to be taken care of, so I asked their family to move over, and even the house property was set up.

The only thing that the Deng family can't let go of is this mountain that has been passed down from generation to generation; the poor and remote ones are not worth a few dollars when sold, and no one buys them......

The head of the Deng family knew it with affection and reason, and said that the foreign beggar who got a piece of industry for nothing was so grateful that he almost knelt down and called his father.

The result speaks for itself, after the foreign beggar signed the title deed and got the mountain. In the first few years, it was indeed smooth sailing, plus he was diligent, he also earned some wealth, and he married a good-looking girl as his wife and gave birth to a bunch of children.

Then, in the same situation as the mountain master of the Deng family, watching the children grow up one by one, and watching them die one after another.

The mountain villages in that area are not large, the villages are not gathered, and the population is sparse. The locals are all surnamed Deng, but the owner of the mountain who has been wronged, surnamed Yao, should have been passed down to three or four generations by now. There will always be only one middle-aged man surnamed Yao, so it's easy to find.