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At the same time, Brother Zhang looked around, turned around from time to time, constantly strutting, thinking to himself: "No rules can be achieved without orders. Feng Shui cannot be deified. You must consider it from people's daily life." Thinking of it, he sent it, "I understand."

I sent it: "Really?" After taking a while, Brother Zhang nodded with satisfaction and thought to himself: "I have a basic idea of ​​the direction and mountain direction of this cemetery." Thinking of it, I sent it, "I can't say anything about the specific things." I sent it: "You can only be half a bucket of water."

At this time, Brother Zhang was quietly spitting out cigarettes and walking slowly, thinking to himself: "This land should be a Feng Shui treasure land." Thinking of it, he frowned and turned his head, and then thought to himself, "This is based on the above text and relevant information obtained online, combined with the past hearsays, I can reason about this."

Afterwards, Brother Zhang stopped, twisted his neck, and thought to himself: "Now, I know that the owner of this cemetery should have a higher social status at that time." Thinking about it, he sent it, "Why?" and nodded slightly.

Looking at my colleague smoking, I thought to myself, "What smoke bomb is he making?" I thought, and sent it, "Are you still there?" He sent it, "Of course." I frowned and sent it, "You want to be an archaeologist?" He replied, "This tomb owner was good during his lifetime." After sending it, I thought to myself, "Good mountains, good waters, and good fields are not something that ordinary people can own, but only rich people can own it." I sent it, "The land is private, freely traded."

He sent a patted icon, twisted his neck slightly, thinking to himself: "The business environment was like that at that time, and people who made a fortune by doing business were not simple. The Hui-style buildings over there could tell the problem." Thinking of it, he sent it, "officials and businessmen." After sending it, he squatted down slowly, lowered his head and smoked slowly. I sent it: "Okay. You'd better go back early."

Brother Zhang Yi, regardless of my impatience, slowly stood up and thought to himself: "Tombstones are also very telling. People who had no money at that time would not have tombstones after their death, let alone such a good tombstone. This place must have been evaluated by Feng Shui Master. Otherwise, the ancestral pile would have been sunken long ago." Thinking of it, he sent it, "No accident." After sending it, he raised his cigarette and sucked it. I sent it, "If you have the chance, just read "Ice Mirror". After sending it, he thought to himself, "Thinking this way is useful for those with basics. Otherwise, it would be a waste of time." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Brother Zhang slowly spitted out cigarettes and thought to himself: "This may be worthy of archaeologists coming to excavate." Thinking of it, he couldn't help but frown, sucking cigarettes quietly, watching all this. I sent it: "If you want to study this, you have to study Zeng Guofan's cemetery." After sending it, he thought to himself, "I know the cemetery of Zeng Guofan in Hunan. It was finally in Xiangxi. His descendants were stronger for several generations." Thinking of it, he looked through the "Letters of Zeng Guofan" and shook his head.

Brother Zhang turned his head slightly, looked at the ancestral pile quietly, and thought to himself: "This is no sacrifice! This does not mean anything. It's so far away, I'm afraid that the descendants will not go to worship every year." Thinking of it, he slowly raised his cigarette and sucked it, and then thought to himself, "Later, the Japanese stopped in Xiangxi, and most likely did not reach his cemetery. If it were placed in the Shuangfeng of his hometown, it might have been ruined by the Japanese." Thinking of it, he sent it, "Anyway, foresight." After sending it, he smiled a little.

I sent it: "Feng Shui cannot be separated from the consideration of geopolitical governance." After sending it, I thought to myself, "Of course, this is not something that ordinary people can do. Ordinary people think of it, but they don't have the financial resources to do it. Therefore, we cannot do it according to the same thing. In ancient times, the Feng Shui of the imperial cemetery must have been very good, and it did not allow it to go out of the cycle rate of about two hundred years."

Brother Zhang took his mobile phone and looked at the scenery in front, back and left and right. He took pictures of the necessary scenery and thought to himself: "I have to make good use of modern tools. This will not only please others, but also allow myself to gain unexpected gains." Thinking of it, he nodded slightly, held up a cigarette, put these in his circle of friends, wrote down his experience, and thought to himself: "Text communication is good. Picture communication is even more simple and clear."

For a moment, this attracted many comments and reprints from netizens, and many netizens gave him money to him. Seeing this, Brother Zhang was very excited and nodded, thinking in his heart: "If you do things seriously, you should get rewards. This is a virtuous cycle. Free, it is a vicious thing."

I did not like one of them, thinking to myself: "This will encourage evil winds, will cure those Feng Shui masters, and will make the hard worker. It is said that some nouveau riche are very enthusiastic about this and it is really hard to understand. For this reason, some people say that this is another kind of wealth distribution, which contributes to reducing the gap between the rich and the poor. That is really shocking." Thinking of it, I threw "Ice Mirror" aside.

Afterwards, Brother Zhang was still searching around, hoping to make new discoveries to share with his netizens, thinking in his heart: "Whether a person succeeds or not is to work hard on one thing. Of course, his premise must be correct." Not long after, Brother Zhang really discovered something new and thought to himself: "There are always various tentacles left outside in the black box. There is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who are interested." Thinking of it, he nodded and walked slowly, sending "New Discovery."

I sent it: "Then there will never be any Terracotta Warriors." Brother Zhang sent it: "Don't be so arbitrary." After sending it, he looked around a little and thought to himself, "There are some broken brick walls here, four or five hundred meters away." Thinking, he sent it, "It's better to trace the roots of everything." Thinking, he spitted cigarettes and looked along the clues. I sent it: "Focus is the king, and breeding is the technique."

Brother Zhang sent me: "What does peach blossoms and epitaphs mean?" After posting, he thought to himself, "Peach blossoms should have been planted later." I sent me: "Don't bring this to the Tang and Song dynasties. There is so much evil spirit in the cemetery." After posting, when he saw him sending a twilight icon, he couldn't help but shake his head.

Seeing that I said he was unsuccessful, Brother Zhang laughed at himself, but posted a surprise icon, thinking with emotion: "This cemetery is actually a courtyard-style tomb yard. Around the wall, there are rows of cypress trees that can be seen, growing in a regular manner. There are some missing in the middle, either artificially cut down or other reasons. In short, it was not like this at the beginning." Thinking of it, he walked slowly while smoking a cigarette, and sent it, "No."

I sent it: "Stubborn cow." He sent the picture of cypress trees and thought to himself: "In some places, you can clearly see the dead stumps of cypress trees. This proves my previous thoughts. This place is cow!" I sent it: "At that time, you have committed evil, don't say I didn't remind you repeatedly." After sending it, he put his phone aside and went to see the economics and management.

The sun looked a little big at this time. However, the air under these cypress trees was very cold, and even made people feel a little cold. The leaves of the cypress trees were blown by the wind and kept flying. If there were timid people and bold people, they would often say that there were ghosts in this place, and they would probably call ghosts to catch them.

Brother Zhang Yi was not a believer in ghosts and gods. He didn't think of my words at all. Instead, he walked around, but felt his body trembling and was like a tycoon fighting for his toughness. He couldn't help but frown and walked in his heart, thinking in his heart: "If a person does not do bad things, he will not be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night." Thinking of it, he even smiled, and then he felt a little relaxed and careless.

But the problem is that the business he works in and the demolition households have all kinds of different conflicts of interest, so who knows what is behind him?

Not long after, Brother Zhang accidentally fell down.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!