"Huh? Liao Xiaohong was born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong and died in the sixth year of Xianfeng. This... what does this mean?"
Just as Ye Tian was looking at this wonderful scene of Yin and Yang combining together, his eyes inadvertently swept across a piece of ground, and a line of words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"He was born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong's reign? Isn't that 1785? This Liao Xiaohong is the ancestor of Liao Haode..."
With a former scholar as his teacher, Ye Tian was very proficient in memorizing the timetables and important events of the emperors of the past dynasties. After a quick calculation in his mind, he confirmed the era in which this person lived.
After confirming that this is the ancestral tomb of the Liao family, the rest will be easier to handle. Anyone with a little knowledge will understand that the order of burial in the ancestral tomb is very particular.
Generally speaking, the person with the longest branch should be located in the best feng shui place of the cemetery, that is, in the middle and at the top. The children will be arranged next to his grave, and the grandchildren will be further behind.
Due to the limited land area, the general ancestral graves are for five generations. When the cemetery area is not enough, some branches will be separated and separate ancestral graves will be erected.
For example, this ancestral tomb of the Liao family has been passed down since the Qianlong period. It can give birth to at least six generations in 100 years. Now it has buried far more than five generations, but it has not branched off. It seems that it was guided by an expert.
Reluctant to leave this feng shui treasured place.
Looking at a personal name and digesting a piece of information, Ye Tian felt very strange in his heart at this time. No wonder the ancients said that Feng Shui fortune tellers can communicate with Yin and Yang to change fate, but it is not nonsense.
But what excites Ye Tian the most at this time is that his body has not changed much. Except for some dizziness, everything is normal now.
"Liao Guo! She was born in the early years of the Republic of China and died in 1952 AD. She had a son, Liao Haode..."
After searching according to the traditional directions of the tomb, Ye Tian finally found the information about Liao Guo in a corner of the cornfield, and quickly walked over with a compass.
"Ye Tian, no...Xiao Zhenren, have you found the location of my mother's coffin?"
Liao Haode, who was following Ye Tian, was a little nervous. Ye Tian was already his last hope. If he couldn't find it, he could only bury his father here and leave to return to the United States.
"Let me take a look..." Ye Tian waved his hand to signal Liao Haode not to speak, then pushed aside the lush corn stalks and walked around the area.
After pretending to compare it with the compass in his hand, Ye Tian stopped and said, "If it's right, it should be right here..."
"Really...really?"
Liao Haode's voice was a little trembling. He was already more than 10 years old when he left the mainland. He still has a deep memory of his mother. Now that he is about to find the place where his mother was buried, it is inevitable for a child to feel a little sad.
"Haha, we'll find out if we dig it up..." Ye Tian smiled and didn't say much.
"Hey, you guys come here..."
Ye Tian heard the noise coming from behind and looked back, but it was Feng Kuang who walked into the cornfield with a few young people holding shovels. He waved to Feng Kuang who was walking at the front and said: "
Bring me the shovel..."
Feng Kuang held the shovel, but did not hand it to Ye Tian. Instead, he looked at Liao Haode and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, is this...reliable?"
Ye Tian was a little unhappy when he heard this, curled his lips and said, "If you don't believe me, don't look for me..."
"Ye Tian, don't listen to his nonsense..." Liao Haode tensed up his face, reached out and grabbed the shovel from his nephew's hand, and handed it to Ye Tian's hand.
Ye Tian took the shovel that was much longer than his height. After clearing away all the corn stalks within an area of three to four square meters, he drew a line on the ground and said, "We will dig from here later and go down four directions."
Chi, uh, just over one meter, and you can see the coffin..."
"If I can't find it when I look back, I'll take care of you..."
After Feng Kuang glanced at Ye Tian, he muttered something in his mouth, spit into the palm of his hand, grabbed the shovel, and started shoveling it to the ground.
"Wait a minute, did I say start digging?"
Before the shovel touched the ground, Ye Tian let out a shout, which frightened Feng Kuang into quickly stopping his hand, but he almost shoveled down his own feet.
"I said, what are you doing? Why don't you dig when you find a place? This is my family's land. If the digging is damaged, I won't look for you..." A brother from the family who came with Feng Kuang saw this situation and refused to agree, and immediately asked Ye Tian
He stared.
Seeing the young man blowing his nose and glaring at him, Ye Tian waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "You can dig it. If you dig it now, it's called a corpse. If you want to dig it, I have no objection..."
In the traditional Chinese burial customs, there are many things that need to be paid attention to, especially if the coffin needs to be lifted out for various reasons after the burial, even more attention should be paid to it.
Generally speaking, in this case, you need to find a Feng Shui master to choose a good and auspicious day and lift the coffin within the specified time.
If it is daytime, a pergola must be built above, because if the bones are exposed to sunlight, it will cause an imbalance of yin and yang, which will have a great impact on future generations.
Seeing that Ye Tian seemed a little angry, Liao Haode hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over and said: "Ye Tian, don't go with them. If you want to do anything else, just give me orders..."
After hearing Liao Haode's words, Ye Tian suddenly remembered something, looked at the young people, and said: "You guys, please don't spread this matter out in the future. If you can promise me, just say..."
Although it is fun to show people Feng Shui, Ye Tian does not want to make a living from it in the future and then be called a little magician. Ye Tian is determined to go to college.
"Ye Tian, don't worry, they won't tell..."
After Liao Haode gave Ye Tian a guarantee, he looked at his juniors and said: "If anyone knows about this in the future, I don't care who said it, you guys don't recognize me as my uncle..."
"Yes, uncle, we won't tell anyone else..."
Feng Kuang and others didn't take Ye Tian's words seriously, but it was different for their rich uncle. If they didn't listen to him, wouldn't they be cutting off their own money?
You know, when Liao Haode came back this time, each relative gave him a thousand yuan and an 18-inch Shanghai brand TV. This was already a big deal in the rural areas of 1986.
And there is another reason why Feng Kuang is so concerned about his uncle's affairs. After seeing Lao Dao's calligraphy and paintings, Liao Haode once said that Chinese antique calligraphy and paintings are very valuable in foreign countries.
The speaker was unintentional, but the listener was interested. Feng Kuang had an idea in his mind at that moment. He wanted to open a shop in the county town, specializing in buying and selling antiques. However, as a young man in his early 20s, how could he have the capital? This matter was still
The request was placed on Liao Haode's head.
"Listen to my little brother. If anyone talks nonsense, I will be the first to forgive him!"
Therefore, Liao Haode's words still carry a lot of weight in their hearts, especially Feng Kuang, who also warned his brothers from the family, pretending to be following Ye Tian's lead.
Ye Tian was not polite, pointed a few times on the ground with a corn stalk, and said: "You guys, take the canvas I asked you to bring, and drive a ground pile here and here, and use the canvas to build a
shed……"
There is also a need to pay attention to building a pergola, otherwise it may destroy the Feng Shui atmosphere here. The places pointed out by Ye Tian are all places where there is no Yin and Yang Qi as far as the eye can see.
"I said, why are you bringing such a big piece of cloth? It's really useful..."
After hearing what Ye Tian said, Feng Kuang and others went back to carry the canvas from the carriage. They borrowed it from a family in the village that specializes in weddings and weddings. If they are all opened, four or five banquets can be held underneath.
People can't move it.
There is no technical skill involved in building a shed, and it is not a problem at all for a few strong young men. Half an hour later, the shed has been built according to Ye Tian's instructions. In addition to blocking the sun, the shed is ventilated on all sides.
of.
After setting up the shed, Ye Tian asked a few people to lift the coffin from the carriage. The coffin was much heavier than the canvas. After several people carried it in, they were tired and panting.
This coffin is made of fine fir wood, and there is no trace of insect infestation on the whole body. It was originally kept by an old man in the county for his own use. Liao Haode spent a lot of money to buy it. Although it is not as good as the coffins made of golden nanmu and sandalwood,
But it is also considered a first-class coffin.
After placing the coffin under the shed, Ye Tian pointed to the line he had just drawn and said, "dig, if you go four feet down, you will definitely see the coffin..."
After being commanded by Ye Tian for a long time, several young men also felt evil in their hearts. Without saying anything, one of them started digging with a shovel. After a while, a pit about two meters long and wide was revealed.
come out.
While several people were digging the soil, Ye Tian had been standing on top of the pit observing the color of the soil. After trampling a piece of soil under his feet, Ye Tian's voice rang out, "Wait, we can't dig anymore..."
"What's wrong? Ye Tian, looking for...have you found it?"
Liao Haode was startled. He saw that the depth of the pit was about one meter. Has his mother's coffin been found? But...why didn't he see it?
Ye Tian nodded, bent down and picked up a piece of black soil from the ground, handed it to Liao Haode, and said: "Grandpa Liao, look at this, this is not soil, but the traces left after the coffin decayed...
…”
When Ye Tian learned Feng Shui from Lao Tao, he didn't just memorize the Feng Shui books. He had also been to the wild cemetery at the east foot of Maoshan Mountain several times, and he was no stranger to this kind of decayed coffin.
After explaining a few words to Liao Haode, Ye Tian shouted to the people in the pit below: "Hey, you guys, use your hands and small shovels to spread the soil and see if there is a line..."
Ye Tianneng could tell from the decayed coffin residue that the coffin used by Liao Haode's mother was not made of good wood. It must have been completely mixed with the soil over the years.
"Yes, hey, there really is a line. Oops, I...didn't I step on my uncle and grandma?"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, several people pulled on the ground and saw a black line about an inch thick. The timid one immediately felt his scalp numb, threw the shovel and climbed up.