Zhangjiazhuang is the neighboring village of Zhaojia Village. If you have ever stayed in the countryside, you should know the concept of this neighboring village. What separates the villages is the fields.
The secret agent I arranged was Zhao Dakui's father. Under his leadership, I came to the fields belonging to Zhangjiazhuang. Because it was late autumn, and the crops at that time were relatively monotonous, and farming was for food and clothing, so generally,
The corn that was planted has already grown very high at this time, so from the surface, there is nothing strange about it.
Standing on the ridge of the field, because of my professional habit, I subconsciously looked at the Feng Shui here. The result was obvious. Next to the Zhaojia Village, where tomb robbers made a living in the past, there could not be any strange Feng Shui pattern here. If there were, it would have been there long ago.
We have to dig three feet into the ground.
But when I looked at it, I found that the corn in the field kept shaking, as if there was something in it. I immediately thought it was a wild boar. Such things are not uncommon here. Of course, there are more
Rabbits, don't think these things are cute. At that time, they were the most hated thing by farmers because of their damage to crops. Rabbits are small in size and weak in strength, so it is impossible for them to make such a big noise.
I tightened my belt. Well, it was all a matter of the times. At that time, I carried a machete with me, and Zhao Dakui’s father also brought a fork, just to prevent encountering wild boars in the fields. How is it like now?
, do you need to give your real name to buy a kitchen knife?
Because I was young and energetic and in good health, I rubbed my hands and said, "Let's go, the wild boar inside is probably not big, otherwise the crops will be flattened by it. If we two kill it, we can still improve it."
Improve food.
The two of us went to the ground. At this time, the corn was already as tall as one person. The corn leaves were cut on the face, which made people quite uncomfortable.
As soon as we entered the ground, it disappeared. It suddenly calmed down.
Damn it, is this wild boar so alert? This is impossible, no matter how wild the wild boar is, it is still a pig at heart. Who has ever seen such a smart pig?
Moreover, this is not the corn harvest season, and it is even less likely that someone will steal corn in the fields.
I just thought, is the owner of this land weeding in the field? Thinking of this, I shouted: I am Zhao Jianguo from Zhaojia Village, who is in the field?
No one answered.
This made me alert. If something went wrong, there must be a monster. I leaned down, tried to reduce the traces of movement, and whispered to Zhao Dakui's father: Let's go and see what this thing is!
At this time, I even wondered if the Taoist priest had come to this field again before leaving.
The surroundings were quiet, except for the slight sound of the two of us moving, and I strained my ears to listen to the movement in the field, but there was still no sound.
When we slowly groped our way to the middle of the ground, it took us a while, but then suddenly, like a few wild boars rushing towards us, I yelled: Run! We are ambushed!
But it was too late. What jumped out was not a wild boar, but a group of people. They had already slowly formed a circle around the two of us, just waiting for this moment to catch the turtle in the jar.
But so what? I gritted my teeth, picked up the knife and shouted, "Fight with the idiot!"
I didn't have the courage to fight after saying that. A dark gun muzzle was pressed against my forehead. I'm not afraid of someone fighting with a machete, but if I encounter a gun from a long distance, I don't care.
How do I spell it when it's on my forehead?
At this time, I was actually not too afraid that they would shoot, because every village at that time had a cadre of militiamen. The sound of gunfire would definitely attract people, and they would not be able to escape. But I wanted to test whether they had fired.
I really don't dare to use a gun.
I threw away the machete, raised my hand, and said with a smile: Guys, which village are you from?
After asking, I turned my eyes and looked at them. I found that they all belonged to the delicate scribe type. The man holding the gun to my head was almost fifty years old, but he looked well-kept.
, he didn’t look like a farmer, he even wore glasses, a Chinese tunic suit, and a pen in his pocket, which was a typical scholar’s attire at that time.
In addition to a group of scholars, there was also a woman in the crowd, an old woman. Although her face was still pretty, no matter how well she cared for her, she could not hide the traces of time left on their face.
Where did these people come from? Are they even carrying guns? These are not Red Guards. Red Guards are not that young.
When the man with glasses heard my question, he frowned and asked the people around him, "He just said his name was Zhao Jianguo? Have you heard of this person?"
The remaining people shook their heads, and I quickly said: Are you all from other places? I am from the Zhaojia Village next door. If you don’t believe me, just ask, everyone in the village knows me.
The man wearing glasses looked at the pretty woman, and the pretty woman said to the man wearing glasses: "You two common people, let them go. I just said you are too arrogant."
The man wearing glasses frowned and asked me: Are you from the Zhao family village? I heard that people named Zhao were engaged in digging ancestral graves for a living before liberation. Were you also a craftsman before?
I couldn't understand their identity, so how could I dare to agree to it? I said: Three generations of poor farmers, their family background is absolutely good, I don't know where the bosses come from?
The man wearing glasses pulled me over, smelled me, his face changed, and he cursed: You are dishonest?! You are not a craftsman, where did the smell of corpses come from?!
When he shouted like this, several other people, including the woman, tightened their expressions and took out their guns. I thought to myself, that's terrible. It seems that these people are experts. They actually know the smell of people who often go to the ground. This kind of
Smell can even accompany people throughout their lives.
I saw their expressions, as if they were going to be cruel and would not stop doing anything, so I suddenly pointed my finger behind them and shouted: Huzi, run away!
When the man with glasses yelled at me, he subconsciously turned around. I took a quick step forward and grabbed the gun from his hand before he could react. I jammed an arm around his neck and held the gun against his neck.
On his forehead, he shouted to a group of people: Put down your guns! Or I will kill him!
The delicate woman said calmly: You don't have to do this, we don't mean any harm.
I spat my saliva on her face and cursed: Fart, no harm, did you almost shoot us both? Stop talking nonsense and put down the gun!
The man wearing glasses seemed to have a very important status among them. Several people looked at each other and all dropped their guns. I blinked at Zhao Dakui’s father. He picked up the gun from the ground and put it on his waistband.
With a handful in his hand, this bitch actually grabbed the woman and held her hostage.
The woman still had an indifferent expression and said: "Really, we don't know each other, and we have no intention of harming you."
I had no interest in competing with a woman, so I put a gun to the head of the man wearing glasses and said: I ask you, if you are not honest, you will be killed. What are you doing here?
The man wearing glasses sneered: Let us go, it will be good for both of you. There is a bucket here, but you can't touch it. Brother, let's just let the matter go by today? It is inevitable that no one will use it in the future.
When you fuck someone.
Before I could say anything, Zhao Dakui's father was exposed as a loser. He opened his mouth in surprise and said: Damn it, you mean, there is a Dou'er under this ground?
When he said these words, the faces of those people were filled with astonishment. The man wearing glasses was even more surprised and said: "Don't you know there is a tomb underground?"
After saying that, he smiled, very sincerely, and seemed to let out a breath. He actually reached out his hand and gently took the gun in my hand. His movements were natural, as if he knew I couldn't shoot, and
I felt like I was in a trance and let him push my hand away.
He smiled and stretched out his hand to me and said: Let's get to know each other. It seems that there was really a misunderstanding just now. I saw that you are craftsmen, so I thought this was a good spot for you.
I saw his sincere face, so I nodded to Zhao Dakui's father, shook hands with the man with glasses, and said, "You mean, there is an ancient tomb underground here?"
He nodded and said: Well, we came here just for this tomb. I'm really sorry for the offense just now.
My thoughts were not on him, but instantly returned to the Taoist priest. Was it because of this tomb that the Taoist priest had been to this land alone? It is impossible for a Taoist priest to be a rebellious person. He could destroy the four olds.
The Taoist priest who later wandered around in Taoist robes was definitely not an ordinary person, let alone the fact that I had seen his superb Taoist skills with my own eyes. Moreover, because the Taoist priest himself was like a mystery, I naturally kept track of everything related to him.
It's mysterious. I haven't been to the ground for a long time now, and I'm not a person who feels uncomfortable when I can't defeat someone.
I'm not interested in a simple tomb, but if this tomb is related to a Taoist priest, I have to pay attention.
Just at this time, the man with glasses asked me: Since you didn't know there was a Dou'er here in advance, how could you touch it by chance?
My mind was thinking quickly, but my mouth asked: Who are you? Are you also a craftsman from other places?
But I was thinking in my head that the timing of these people's arrival was really weird. Zhao Dakui's father and I came because the Taoist priest had been here.
What about these people? Do they also have some connection with the Taoist priests, or maybe they are even secretly following the Taoist priests?
The man wearing glasses didn’t answer me, as if he had something unspeakable that he couldn’t tell me, the first time I met him, and he probably lost interest in talking to me, but he still said politely: There must be a big guy in this Dou’er.
, and there cannot be any treasures, so I sincerely advise you, brother, to go back.
The more he didn't want to say anything and the more he was secretive, the more I felt there was something wrong. I took a deep breath, stared into his eyes, and said word by word: Do you guys know Taoist Wang?
The reaction of the man with glasses was beyond my expectation. His face instantly turned white. He grabbed my arm and said eagerly: "Brother, is the Taoist Wang you are talking about the one wearing an old Taoist robe and carrying a mahogany sword on his back?"
That Taoist Wang who followed an old black dog?
I nodded and said: Yes, he is him, do you know him?
The man with glasses did not answer me directly, but asked in confusion: So he asked you to come here?
Zhao Dakui's father gave me another break. He said from the side: No, I was following him. I saw that he came to this land yesterday and stood here for a long time. We didn't know there was a Dou'er here.
Just came to see what's weird here.
Hearing what he said, the Eye Man and the others looked at each other a few times and laughed. One of the short men smiled and said: Follow him? Are you sure you can follow him, and he didn't lead you here deliberately?
Zhao Dakui's father still wanted to argue, so I scolded him: "Shut up!"
Because I already understood what the man with the glasses meant. In fact, I was also surprised. With the ability of a Taoist priest, Zhao Dakui and his father could be stalked? This is problematic in itself. After listening to the man with the glasses, I understood that it was also
Sure, no wonder Zhao Dakui's father, a man with a missing head, was able to successfully track him. It turned out that the Taoist priest was deliberately guiding us.
But, why? Why lead us here?
When you can't figure out a person's purpose, you have to work backwards and think about the consequences of what he did. - The result is that we met these people in this land today.
Is this the purpose of Taoist priests?
At this time, the man with the eyes said: Since the Taoist priest brought you here, he probably wanted us to meet him. In this case, this brother is definitely not an ordinary person. Let's go, forgive us, this is not the place to talk, if
If it's convenient, can you go to your brother's house and discuss it in detail?
In this way, I returned to the village in confusion with a group of strangers who were at war with each other. Even when others asked, I helped them cover up and said that they were my father's comrades. Now I know that my father passed away.
Come and worship.
When I got home, a few people were very polite. After my wife saw them, she still didn't say anything and just poured tea quietly. The eldest son played crazy and didn't come in the house every day. There was only one younger son, three, in the house.
The two figures looked at a group of people he didn't recognize like a troublemaker.
The delicate woman seemed to like children very much. She ran over and picked up Xiaosan, gave her a kiss, and said: What a cute child.
The man with glasses smiled and said: Sister, do you miss your granddaughter again?
The delicate woman nodded and said: I haven't seen the little girl for a long time. By the way, brother, how old is your child?
I said: Three and a half years old.
The woman groaned and muttered: My granddaughter is only two and a half years old.
This is an episode, and I have never even remembered this negligible shot, but I never expected that such an amazing coincidence would occur, and I don’t even know if this is a coincidence or if someone is artificially promoting the whole thing.
the development of things.
That delicate woman's granddaughter is named Nana.
One day in the future, these two children will meet and fall in love. This is something I could never have imagined at the time.
Entering the living room, my wife took the mistress out to play, and Zhao Dakui's father was also sent away by me. At this time, the man with eyes gave me a cigarette, lit one himself, and said slowly: "You...
Speaking of Taoist Wang, I knew what he was up to. All the people who had anything to do with him were not ordinary people. How did you get to know him?
I thought about my father's affairs. Except for the Taoist priest's incident last night, which caused the thunder to strike the grave, the rest were known to the villagers. They were not considered secrets. So I told them seriously that after my father passed away, he
There was something wrong with his body, so the old patriarch of our village knew him, so he invited him over.
After listening to what I said, the man with glasses put out his cigarette butt and said: This is not normal. You don’t understand this Taoist priest. He has his own purpose in everything he does. He is definitely not a good person. This brother,
If you have anything to say, you should say it clearly, don't let the Taoist sell you out and count the money to him.
I understand what he said. They must be like me. They subjectively complicate anything related to Taoist priests, just because Taoist priests are very complicated. Just like Lu Xun's articles, many words can be analyzed.
It has so many meanings that even an ordinary description of it can be imagined to have many obscure meanings. This is a kind of inertia.
But, what do you want me to say? That I led a Taoist priest to kill my father?
The delicate woman spoke at this time, maybe because she saw that I was embarrassed to speak, so she said: "Can you take us to see the old man's graveyard?"
I shook my head and said: Forget it, I have no shame to go there, but I have to say one thing first. No matter what I say, you believe it or not, after I finish speaking, you have to tell me who you are and why you are here.
, what does it have to do with that Taoist priest?
The man with glasses nodded and said yes, brother is a cheerful person. Since you are cheerful, I won’t say much. I will tell you this later, and I hope you will keep it a secret.
Next, there is the equivalent exchange of information.
Of course, I hid one thing from them, that is, the Taoist priest said that he once met a person who was just like my youngest son. On the one hand, it was to protect my youngest son, and on the other hand, I couldn't fully understand this group of people.
After all, that would be too hasty.
After I finished speaking, when the dragon that might have been my father's body exploded, they all fell silent, and all of them looked at me with strange expressions.
I laughed at myself and said: Do you think I’m stupid?
The man with glasses patted my shoulder and sighed: Brother, you have been deceived. There is no dragon vein here at all. Think about it, dragon vein, what is dragon vein? Not to mention that it is difficult to say whether this thing is true or not, even if it is used in these two words.
The momentum in Feng Shui is a general trend, so the dragon veins of the past dynasties are all from the Qinling Mountains. It is even said that the dragon veins of the Chinese ancestors are in Kunlun. See for yourself, how can the Zhaojia Village have such a good situation?
Feng shui?
Now, I'm really curious about your old man's graveyard. Let's go and have a look.
PS: The part about the grandson that appeared in yesterday’s chapter, hey, Sanliang was really unintentional. In fact, it was just to highlight it in a very subtle way.
When Zhao Jianguo told this story, he already had a grandson, the matter was over, and his son was still alive. It was an unintentional mistake, and there was absolutely no irony in it.
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