"Since ancient times, my son has fooled my father, so how could my father fool my son? That's all!" Jia Zhengdao said seriously, then took out a key from his waist, got up and opened the copper lock on the wooden box behind him.

When Wang Baoyu saw this action of his godfather, he immediately understood what he wanted to do. The box was filled with godfather's treasures, a whole box of ancient books. He was locked mysteriously all day long on weekdays. I guess he would have to teach him something.

Just as Wang Baoyu expected, Jia Zhengdao stuck out his butt and flipped out three thread-bound yellow paper books from the box and handed them to Wang Baoyu, namely "The True Interpretation of Geography", "The God of Ma Yi" and "The Legend of Yi" and "The Secret of Yi".

Wang Baoyu took these three yellow paper books, and it may have been stored for too long. Several books still exuded a slight aroma of wood. He held them in his hand and felt heavy, as if he was holding his future destiny.

"Baoyu, my father can only teach you how to steer, that is, Feng Shui. The rest of my father don't understand, you can study it yourself!" Jia Zhengdao said after sitting again.

"My son must study hard and learn all these books. Please rest assured by parents." Wang Baoyu's tone was very firm, and he was completely in a state of never turning back until he defeated the enemy.

"You guys and you guys should have dinner! It's cold. If you have anything to do, I'll continue chatting tomorrow." Lin Zhaodi had already finished a bowl of porridge. Seeing that the father and son were busy, she couldn't help but urged him.

Wang Baoyu obediently put down the book, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge. A "silky" sound rang out. Jia Zhengdao also took a piece of corn cake and prepared to break it and put it in his mouth to eat.

Just then, a shout came from outside the door: "Is Master Jia at home?"

This is a very familiar voice of a man, which is familiar to the whole village, because it is the most common sound in the village loudspeaker. Jia Zhengdao quickly got up, got off the kang and put on his shoes, and said hurriedly: "Miss Chief Ma is here, there must be something big."

Jia Zhengdao and Lin Zhaodi both welcomed him, but Wang Baoyu did not move. He continued to drink porridge, picked up a dried salted radish, and put it in his mouth to chew it. He cursed in his heart: "What the hell is the village chief? His family has the most arable land, and they are all in good areas. The villagers all live in dirt houses, but his family has already lived in brick houses. It must be a corrupt official!"

Ma Shunxi is not a local, he is his mother. When he was a child, Ma Shunxi's family was very poor. When he was a teenager, his father died. The next year, the heavy snow collapsed the two dilapidated houses in his family. In addition, the clan's population was not strong and he had no support. His mother really couldn't live anymore, so she took him to her parents' home.

It was also Ma Shun's happiness. When he was in his twenties, he didn't know what he used to marry Zheng Fenglan, the daughter of the old village director, and later took over the work of his father-in-law and joined the village department. He is now the head of a village in Dongfeng Village.

With a slightly noisy footsteps, the village chief Ma Shunxi followed Jia Zhengdao and his wife into the house, but he didn't look at Wang Baoyu directly. Wang Baoyu didn't care, because he didn't look down on Ma Shunxi either. This man had no ink in his belly, but he had a pen in his pocket every day. No matter how hot it was, he was wearing a cadre hat on his head, and pretending to behave, which made people very disgusting.

Ma Shunxi put the two bottles of Erguotou and a pack of snacks in her hand on the table, and sat on the edge of the kang with his butt. Jia Zhengdao sat down opposite him. Lin Zhaodi did not sit down, but poured a cup of hot water from the thermos bottle and handed it to Ma Shunxi.

"What are the instructions for Village Chief Ma coming so late?" Jia Zhengdao asked with a respectful look on his face.

Ma Shunxi put down the water cup, took out a box of old knife cigarettes from her pocket, took out one and handed it to Jia Zhengdao. Jia Zhengdao quickly took it with both hands, Lin Zhaodi found matches from the cigarette basket, set the fire to Ma Shunxi, and then lit it for Jia Zhengdao.

Ma Shunxi took a puff of cigarettes and then said slowly: "Master Jia, my father's grave was chosen by himself before he died. It is dozens of miles away from here. It is very inconvenient to visit the grave. I want to move his grave to our village. Master Jia will also work hard to choose a cemetery with good feng shui."

Wang Baoyu almost laughed when he heard Ma Shunxi say this. Ma Shunxi grew up in her grandmother's house and was fed backwards again. Now even his father, who had been dead for decades, is going to fuck him backwards. I don't know what he was thinking.

Ma Shunxi pointed to the wine and snacks on the table and said, "This is a little bit of thought. I hope Master Jia will not be too little."

When Jia Zhengdao heard Ma Shunxi say this, his eyes shone brightly. No one has been looking for Feng Shui for two months. He is really itchy. He quickly said, "A small matter is a small matter. Village Chief Ma is so polite. I will definitely choose the best Feng Shui treasure land for Ling Zun. If it is time to operate, maybe Village Chief Ma can be promoted to another level!"

Ma Shunxi was obviously very helpful for the words of promotion to the official position. Her face was full of joy, but she said, "Isn't it just to serve the people? Master Jia was too busy with grave relocation. The key is to let my father die and sleep peacefully."

When Wang Baoyu heard this, he smiled contemptuously. What kind of cadre is this? With this level of education, he can still get into the position of village chief. "Die to be at the right place" and "Sleeping steadily" are put together. Besides, "Die to be at the right place" are usually used for big people. Just relying on his dead poor father, if he knew his son was corrupt, he would probably "can't sleep steadily."

Jia Zhengdao patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, the graves I chose have changed drastically at home. Zhang Sanfeng from Lijiatun, his son was admitted to university this year; Li Shimin, an accountant from Taiping Village, has now become the deputy village chief..."

Jia Zhengdao talked endlessly, his expression was very excited, but Wang Baoyu was very sleepy and almost fell asleep. He had not heard these great deeds of his godfather, but he had not heard them 200 times, and also 199 times. Because Ma Shunxi was here, Wang Baoyu still gritted his teeth and stood his eyelids. It took him nearly half an hour to listen to them again.

Ma Shunxi did not interrupt Jia Zhengdao, but he was very entertaining. During this period, he kept handing cigarettes. After Jia Zhengdao finished speaking, he stood up and said, "Master Jia's ability is well known in these ten miles and eight villages. After moving to the cemetery, he will be rewarded."

After a few greetings, Ma Shunxi did not pause much, got up and left. Jia Zhengdao and his wife sent them out. When they came back, Jia Zhengdao suddenly said, "Oh! Why did you forget to ask what day it was to relocate to the grave?"
Chapter completed!