Chapter three hundred and fiftieth chapters have complaints
At the same time, five o'clock in the afternoon.
A tricycle was driving bumpily on a country road in the Xing'anling Mountains in Northeast China. This tricycle was driven from a nearby county and headed into the mountains. The mountain roads were rugged and the countryside was closed to traffic. Most of them had this kind of sophisticated and easy-to-drive tricycle.
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In addition to the 60-year-old man driving the tricycle, there were also two women in their 50s and a fat man in his twenties sitting on the frame behind the tricycle. The four of them had a great time getting along with each other along the way, especially the one who was wearing the best clothes.
The very casual fat man smells of corn stubble when he opens his mouth, which makes him even more northeastern than the people from the northeast.
"Hey, what's that? Ma'am, follow my finger and look over there." The fat young man pointed to a place one kilometer away on the horizon. Between the fields under the mountains, the outline of a village loomed. If this village appeared in Changchun
The Triangle or Pearl River Delta or even the Beijing-Tianjin Wing area may not look surprising, but there is a village among the mountains and forests in the northeast that is full of single-family two- and three-story buildings, which is more eye-catching.
"Yangjia Village is the most famous village within a hundred miles." The aunt had an envious look on her face, and her tone was filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred.
"How famous can it be? Is it more famous than the big city Tieling?" the fat man asked.
The aunt combed her hair and tried her best to look charming: "Even if I am thirty years younger, I would like to marry to Yangjiacun. The first choice for girls in our area to marry is to target the youth of Yangjiacun.
As long as your household registration is in this village, you can get married without paying any gift money to your parents' family. As for young men from outside, it is more difficult to marry a girl from that village. They don't even have enough domestic sales."
"Hey, this is a bit like Huaxi Village. How awesome is Yangjia Village? This is where the Yang family will become immortals."
In Huaxi Village in Jiangyin City, Jiangsu Province, underage young men and women are hot commodities in China. As long as they hear that you have a Huaxi Village household registration, they will look for you on the pole. The beggars must have sex with you because they marry you.
Or marrying someone from Huaxi Village means that you have a golden rice bowl in your arms, and you basically don’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life.
There is also such a village in the Xing'an Mountains in the northeast, called Yangjia Village, but it is not as famous as the No. 1 Village in the World, and the scope of marriage is only limited to about a hundred miles.
"If you want to talk about Yangjiacun, there is only one great thing about it. It is that the village is relatively talented. As long as the people in Yangjiacun are doing business abroad or serving as officials, everything goes smoothly. Those who do business are all wealthy officials.
They are not small either, do you think they are awesome or not?"
The fat man on the tricycle curled his lips after hearing this and muttered: "It's the same in our place."
"Plop!" The fat man on the tricycle suddenly jumped off, holding a backpack on his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, you haven't arrived yet. What are you going to do?" The old man driving the car turned around and asked.
"I'm going to Yangjiacun to find a girl. If I can't find a widow, I reluctantly agreed." The fat man with a backpack waved to the people on the tricycle and ran in the direction of Yangjiacun.
"If I had had his shameless spirit, my husband's family might have been named Yang by now." The aunt in the car looked at the fat man's back and said, "Did you see that? To be a human being, you must have a high spirit and a goal. If you have a goal,
You may not succeed, but if you don’t have a goal, you will definitely fail. If you are so fat and still want to take a bite of swan meat, why can’t we?”
When he was still a few hundred meters away from Yangjia Village, Fatty bypassed the village in front and headed up the Xing'an Mountains behind the village.
When he went up the mountain, he hunkered down, tiptoed, and sneaked up.
It was almost 7:30 in the evening when the fat man entered the hinterland of the Xing'anling Mountains, sweating profusely and complaining.
"This damn job is really not done by one person. I am also a tiger. Why did I get fooled into this by him with just a few words? At least I have to drag him... Forget it.
It’s more important to save the dead person. If you don’t attack him, just do it for the sake of that unlucky guy.”
Looking down the mountain through the woods from the hinterland of the mountains, you can just see Yangjia Village in the distance. The two are only a few kilometers apart.
"Yang Junsong's tomb is definitely not here, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come if I had the courage. But although Yang's grave is not here, his direct descendants are not so easy to deal with. The first twenty generations of the Yang family are still
He has the status of a generational master, and his tomb must be densely packed with Feng Shui tactics, making it difficult to attack. I hope that the ancestral tombs of the Yang family here only belong to recent generations, otherwise I will have no choice but to return home."
"A generation of top military captains actually fell into the trap of being a bad guy. Feng shui has come to the ancestral grave. Master Cao Cao, please forgive me. Please forgive me."
Wang Xuanzhen was forcibly summoned back from Australia by Xiang Que. He only wanted to do one thing, to give some eye drops to the Yang Gong family so that they would not get involved in everything. Some things would turn into sores if they got on their hands. Don't
It's your life but it can disgust you to death.
The Yang family's millennium-old foundation cannot be overturned, but it is not a problem to ruin your Feng Shui and make you unlucky for three to five years. An ordinary Feng Shui master would not be able to do this, but Wang Xuanzhen, a top gold-touching school
In addition to the seven-star robbing method that Xiang Que gave him, it is actually not difficult for him to ruin the Yang family's feng shui.
At this point, several people who were directly or indirectly related to Cao Qingdao's death were all given a slap on the head in just one week.
Master Qi Changqing personally smashed the plaque on the gate of the Taoist temple. Long Wu's face was destroyed by a bullet and he was forced to take out more than 90 million yuan. If the feng shui of the ancestral tomb of the Yang Gong family was ruined, at least he would be unlucky.
Year.
Now only Maoshan is left that has not been attacked.
Xiang Que felt that the culprit must be left to him to deal with personally.
Nanjing, Xinjiekou.
The girl at the front desk of Cao Qingdao's mother's company stiffly picked up the phone: "Mr. Shen and those two are back again."
"Which two?" Xiaoma had already forgotten the two men who had followed him in the morning.
"You told me to keep an eye on those two, and then they started arguing in front of our company and almost got into a fight."
"Uh..." My mother was stunned on the phone and asked speechlessly: "Why are you back again?"
"Mr. Shen, I think they are more likely to come after you. They don't look like they are looking for trouble." The girl at the front desk may have watched too many Korean romance dramas, so he regarded Xiang Que as Wang Kunlun's follower.
, and at this time, Wang Kunlun was wearing a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses on his nose, a Versace suit and a Givenchy bag. He looked like a typical rich boy, and at first glance, he was up to no good.
"Pah!" Mom hung up the phone, picked up the phone with an indifferent expression, dialed a number and said, "Someone is coming to take advantage of you again. Why don't you come over and escort them?"