After wandering around Dai Xiaohua's buying station, Ye Tian found Feng Kuang hiding behind a stall selling melon seeds.
"Ye Tian, how are you? Do you see anything?"
Although Ye Tian did not tell Feng Kuang what he thought, Feng Kuang also guessed that Ye Tian might have wanted to ruin Dai Xiaohua's feng shui, thus causing him bad luck.
"Crazy brother, his buying station has excellent feng shui, and there are no evil spirits around, so it's not easy to handle..."
There was no smile on Ye Tian's face at all. Not far from this buying station was the busiest main street in the county, and the street was built along the river, which corresponded to the Feng Shui pattern of "street with water on the back". It is a commercial area.
Prosperous land.
Even if Ye Tian could see the distribution of yin and yang here and use some small means to make the yin and yang imbalanced, at most it would only make the purchasing station's recent poor fortune, but it would not be able to fundamentally solve the problem.
As for using more drastic means to change the entire Feng Shui layout around here, Ye Tian has never thought about it. Although he knows how to do it, that kind of layout requires changing some surrounding environments and even requires demolishing some buildings. This is not the case at all.
Ye Tian can do it.
"Ye Zi, then... what should we do? Is it difficult... is our purchasing station going to be crushed by that bastard?" After hearing Ye Tian's words, Feng Kuang was so anxious that he almost burst into tears.
Although Feng Kuang has been out collecting scraps in the past few days, he has made less money than in the past few days. He also encountered Dai Xiaohua's group twice. If he hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have been beaten again.
Ye Tian didn't expect that he would boast so much, but when he encountered such a situation, he could only comfort Feng Kuang and said: "Crazy brother, don't worry, there will always be a way..."
No matter how mature Ye Tian is, he is still just a child, and what he relies on is the knowledge about Feng Shui and Kanyu in his mind. If he cannot find a solution from this, then he is no different from an ordinary child.
"What can we do? He is from the city and has relatives who are officials. What can we do to him?" Feng Kuang looked at the door of the scrap yard bitterly and spat hard in that direction.
"By the way, you said that the reason why that person is so domineering is because of his uncle? Find out where he lives tonight..."
Ye Tian suddenly thought of something. Dai Xiaohua lived in this acquisition station. It was difficult for Ye Tian to do anything, but the official would definitely not live here, right?
Listening to the meaning of Brother Madman's words, the official is Dai's background. If he is unlucky, Dai Xiaohua will definitely not be in a good place. Moreover, changing the feng shui of a resident's mansion is far more difficult than changing the street shops.
Feng shui is much easier.
"Maybe, otherwise why didn't the police station arrest him? Ye Tian, don't worry, I'll go find out in a minute..."
Feng Kuang scratched his head when he heard this. These were all deduced by Ye Dongping. He didn't know what kind of official Dai Xiaohua's uncle was. For a rural boy who had just been in the city for a few months, the township chief was a senior official.
There can be no greater official.
There was no result in staying here. Now Feng Kuang sent Ye Tian back to the purchasing station, while he went out to find Wang Ying. There was no other way. He wanted to find out where Dai Rongcheng lived, but it was useless to look for those who picked up rags.
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"Dad, you are back..."
Before Ye Tian entered the courtyard, he saw the open door. He stretched his head and looked inside. Ye Dongping was sitting by the water well, frowning and not knowing what he was thinking.
"Why did you run out again? You brat, you can't be honest for a few days. You really think I won't beat you, right?"
Seeing his son come in, Ye Dongping frowned more and more. He glanced behind Ye Tian and asked, "Where is your brother Feng? Are you going to collect scraps again? Didn't you tell him to stop for a few days?"
Ye Dongping also knew that Feng Zi met Dai Xiaohua and others when he went out. Those people were not serious or serious. If he was beaten again, he would really not be able to explain to Feng Kuang's parents.
"Brother Madman went to find Sister Yingying. Dad, don't worry too much. Master said that evil people will have their own evil retribution. Those people will not be proud for long..."
Seeing his father's face looking much haggard, Ye Tian also felt a little distressed. He knew that his father came to the county town for his own education. If he still lived in a small mountain village, his father would be much happier, right?
"Well, if evil people are punished, there won't be so many people in the world who dare to do evil..."
Ye Dongping shook his head, but after hearing Ye Tian's words, there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe the old Taoist had really made it right?
More than an hour later, Feng Kuang also came back from outside. Behind Ye Dongping's back, he winked at Ye Tiantian. Obviously, Feng Kuang could still do it by quoting a few words from the innocent Wang Ying.
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The county committee and county government of the small town are located in the south of the city. Although it is only separated from the east of the city by a river, it is the place where various administrative units gather. Naturally, it is the most popular in the entire county.
Behind the county committee, there is a large courtyard blocked by a high wall. The walls are covered with green creepers, which provide a cool feeling in the hot summer.
There are not many houses in the compound, only a dozen or so, all of which are small two-story buildings. The middle of each building is covered with tall trees, which together with the walls block the noisy sounds of traffic outside.
Dai Rongcheng lives in the county party committee compound. Unlike in the past, when he hardly went home until midnight every day, Dai Rongcheng went home early these days as soon as it was time to get off work.
"Lao Dai, what's wrong with you these days? You just stay in the study if you have nothing to do. What's so good about these old paintings?"
A woman in her fifties, holding a cup of freshly brewed Maoshan Qingfeng, pushed open the study door. After placing the tea on the table, she also looked at the painting spread on the desk.
Dai Rongcheng is fifty-seven years old this year. He has a broad forehead and a wild hairstyle that was popular in that era. Except for some whiteness at the temples, his hair is jet black. He is more than ten years younger than his actual age. He looks quite handsome.
"You old woman with long hair and short knowledge, what do you know? This is a painting by Wen Zhengming of the Ming Dynasty. You can't buy it even if you have money..."
After hearing his wife's words, Dai Rongcheng showed a look of disgust in his eyes. His usual humility in front of his leaders and subordinates completely disappeared. He waved his hands impatiently and said, "Get out, and you are not allowed to enter my study in the future.
By the way, not a single word about these calligraphy and painting matters is allowed to be said outside..."
After seeing his wife's slightly bloated body walking out of the study, Dai Rongcheng frowned. He thought of the graceful and elastic figure in the county party committee archives, and couldn't help but feel a burning sensation in his lower abdomen.