Naturally, she couldn't give the charm directly to her father, as he would definitely not wear it.
She knew that every time her father went out to do errands, he would put on his white shirt and black trousers from his wedding. This was his best set of clothes and he was reluctant to wear them at ordinary times. He would definitely wear them to go into the city tomorrow.
So, she folded the charm and stuffed it quietly into her trouser pocket, praying that her father would not find out.
*
The next day, dad indeed went out wearing that suit of clothes.[
Perhaps due to the effect of the spell, the dark color on his face became slightly lighter and he became more energetic.
As soon as he went out, Yang He came back again. When he saw Yang Zimei, he was very excited and said: "Niuniu, you are really amazing. You said I am Limu. Two people suddenly came today. I don't know what happened. Look.
He asked me to buy the old nanmu tree in front of my door for a thousand yuan. Haha, wouldn’t it cost me the cost of going out? I never thought that a tree could be worth so much money.”
In 1992, one thousand yuan was really a big sum. At that time, a public teacher's monthly salary was only 300 yuan.
"Who is here?" Yang Zimei asked curiously.
"There was an old man who looked very rich, and another who looked like he was a fortune teller based on Feng Shui. He was also in his forties or fifties. He took a compass and wandered around my old tree for a long time."
When Yang Zimei heard this, he became interested and followed Yang He out to take a look.
I saw an old man in a black silk Tang suit standing in front of the old nanmu tree with a man hugging him at the door of Uncle Yang He. He was about sixty years old, with black and white hair, meticulously combed, and a hanging hanging around his neck.
Wearing a Guanyin pendant made of ink jade and a red jade chain on her hand, she has a calm posture and a gentle demeanor.
Another man was wearing a white Tang suit, about forty years old, with shawl hair, slightly fat, holding a compass in his hand, and was talking to the old man, looking slightly arrogant.
In order to find out their origins, Yang Zimei stared at the old man for about a minute, and saw a few lines of words floating above his head: Huo Wenhua, born in 1940, ancestral home in City A, now living in Hong Kong, with very rich assets, two wives, three sons and one daughter, father
He is seriously ill and is about to die, and is looking for a feng shui place to bury him.
Yang Zimei was familiar with the name Huo Wenhua. He quickly became the richest man in Hong Kong after 1997, ranking tenth on the Forbes rich list. His three sons also often had scandals with those actresses. She usually set up a stall.
During that time, I read a lot of newspapers I picked up.
Such a future super rich man actually came to Yangjiacun to buy nanmu wood today?
Is this nanmu he wants to use as the coffin of his dying father?
Her eyes were fixed on the man in white Tang suit holding a compass: Hua Shaoguang, born in 1948, originally from Guangdong, a master of Yi Xue, good at Feng Shui, with a fortune in fortune, and was sought after by the rich and powerful.
This information was too simple, so she stared at it for a little longer. Suddenly, the line of words disappeared, and a frivolous picture appeared. Hua Shao suddenly had bird droppings on his bald head, and then fell down.
.
She wanted to see more, but her head became dizzy and the picture became blurry and returned to its original appearance.
She touched her head.
What does that picture represent? Does it represent what will happen in Hua Shaoguang?
Just as he was thinking about it, he heard him frown and let out a low cry. A puddle of bird droppings actually fell on his head. He hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket to wipe it, but unexpectedly, there was a stone next to him.
Once mixed, it fell to the ground.
He looked slightly embarrassed, but quickly recovered his posture, and his eyes showed his original arrogant posture.[
Yang Zimei is happy!
It turns out that her function also allows her to predict what will happen to people.
So, she looked at Huo Wenhua intently for a while, and sure enough, a picture appeared: He was holding a 1990s mobile phone and listening for a while, with a look of extreme grief on his face, and then he knelt down and cried bitterly...
…
She could only see so much, and she would feel dizzy if she saw any more.
However, she also roughly guessed that the reason why he cried bitterly was because his father had died.
