"Feizi, the tomb you are talking about is a hundred and fifty steps to the right, right? The location here is good..."
Qin Feng's gaze extended along the cornfield into the distance, and he said softly: "There is a mountain behind, a blue dragon on the left, a white tiger on the right, a mountain in front, a bright hall in the middle, and the winding water flows to hide the wind in the tomb.
The anger will make others receive blessings and wealth, and they will be extremely rich and noble!"
"Brother Feng, do you also understand the theory of Feng Shui and Kan Yu?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Leng Xiongfei opened his mouth in surprise, but it was because Qin Feng's words fully revealed the essence of Feng Shui Kanyu's Qi gathering theory, and they were in line with the topography in front of him.
Leng Xiongfei heard from his grandfather that there was a big tomb here in his early years. After he arrived, he searched for several days before he found it. Unexpectedly, Qin Feng just took a look and said it, which made Leng Xiongfei feel uneasy.
There is a deep sense of frustration.
"I also know a little bit about the teachings of Bachazi."
Qin Feng smiled and nodded. Bachazi is the Qimen, and the golden techniques such as divination, fortune telling, fortune telling, and Feng Shui are all included in it.
Although Qin Feng didn't have much experience in on-the-ground inspections, he had a strong sense of the overall situation. After listening to Leng Xiongfei's explanation and combined with the surrounding landforms, he could immediately see the location of the tomb.
"Brother Feng, how can I attack people without you..."
Leng Xiongfei glanced at Qin Feng speechlessly. He really couldn't imagine how Qin Feng, whose real age was several years younger than him, learned so much knowledge? When he was as old as Qin Feng,
I can't even recite all the slang in the world.
"There are specialties in the profession, but if I understand it, I may not be good at it."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "Feizi, the inheritance you inherited is profound and profound. As long as you understand it thoroughly, you will never be able to escape the reputation of a great master. There is no need to belittle yourself..."
Youzai is the kind of master who studies heaven and earth. Qin Feng's vision is much broader than Leng Xiongfei's. He knows that in China, Feng Shui may still be classified as feudal superstition.
However, in Hong Kong, Macao, Taiwan and abroad, Feng Shui theory is an ever-popular topic, whether it is common people or high-ranking officials and dignitaries. Almost all of them firmly believe in it. If Leng Xiongfei develops there in the future, he may not be able to become a great success.
As for Qin Feng himself, he really had the problem of learning too much, and it wasn't as if he was not good at his skills as he said. Qin Feng could master all the skills among the eight outer sects.
That's why Qin Feng is a little confused now. He doesn't know which direction he should develop. Moreover, following the teacher's training and using the eight skills to make money, Qin Feng always feels a little sorry for his master.
Therefore, Qin Feng would rather give up the quickest way to make money through thousands of deceptions, and go to this remote mountainous place to rob tombs. He might not be thinking about what his master said, not to benefit yourself at the expense of others.
"Director He, here we are, this is Pingzhuang."
The two cars drove along a country trail of more than one kilometer for about ten minutes. After entering the village, the road inside became increasingly narrow, so Director Yang parked the car at the end of the village.
"How's it going, Director He, are you tired? You city people can't bear this hardship, right?"
Seeing Qin Feng getting out of the car at the back, Director Yang handed over a cigarette and said with a smile: "It's a place like this. We have to go there once a week. We are very familiar with it. Let the village chief prepare some game in the evening."
, let’s have some drinks.”
"Yang Suo, are you looking down on others too much?"
Qin Feng took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Director Yang. He smiled and said: "We are surveying, where have we not been? To be honest, we can survive even in the desert, let alone this."
There is a place with mountains and water.”
"My darlings, I really underestimated you. I thought you would never go out as teachers."
Anyway, it was nonsense. Qin Feng kept talking to Director Yang. The man in his forties was stunned for a moment. The police are also human beings. There are many things in this world that he doesn’t know.
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"How can we do that? We are doing surveying and we have to take students out every year."
Qin Feng smiled, and while he was talking, a group of young men who had run back when they entered the village early rushed out of the village, followed by seven or eight others.
"Hey, Director Yang, welcome. Didn't you just come here the day before yesterday? Why are you here again?"
Walking behind the group of boys was an old man in his fifties, wearing a white sweatshirt with several holes on the chest.
level.
"Old Tang, do you think I am willing to run to you?"
Director Yang shook hands with Village Chief Tang, dumbfounded, and said: "The fight between your village and Shangba Village is not over yet. I said you are not short of water, so why do you always have to block the water? This is not looking for trouble.
Son..."
When Director Yang came to Pingzhuang, the most common thing he dealt with was the water problem in several villages.
Pingzhuang is built along the mountain. The streams on the mountain are continuous all year round and gather into a small lake at the foot of the mountain. The excess water is opened and channeled to several other villages outside the mountain.
In the early years, when there were no canals, there were no conflicts between the several villages. However, after the canals were opened, people in Pingzhuang felt that their water was being diverted away, and naturally they felt a little unbalanced.
Especially one year there was a severe drought, there was not much water in the mountains, and the small lakes almost dried up, so Pingzhuang blocked the canals that diverted water to the outside, giving priority to ensuring the water supply of its own village.
But as a result, the village outside the mountain suddenly became unhappy. Rural people were very angry. Several village chiefs had a falling out after sitting together for a few words. After having a fight at the wine table, they had another fight when they returned to the village.
The men and horses continued to fight.
In the armed fight four or five years ago, a total of three people died in four villages. This incident was a big deal, and several villagers were arrested and convicted, so the hatred between several villages was settled.
Now even if there is no drought, Pingzhuang will deliberately withhold some water to create congestion for several villages downstream.
A few days ago, there was a fight over a traffic interception. Fortunately, no one was killed. Director Yang almost broke his leg because of this matter, but there was nothing he could do about Village Chief Tang, an old stubborn man who kept his word in the village.
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"Director Yang, the boys have nothing to do all day long. Aren't they very angry?"
Village Chief Tang was an old cunning man. He said haha and changed the topic: "Look, it's time for dinner. The second son of Dabao's family shot a wild boar yesterday. I also have dried pheasants there. Let's
Have a few drinks today!"
Seeing Village Chief Tang turn his head to invite people into the village, Director Yang grabbed him and said: "Don't be busy drinking, Old Tang. There are several distinguished guests staying in your village today. You have to make arrangements for them."
ah."
"Dear guest? Are you still staying with us?"
Village Chief Tang's eyes were now focused on Qin Feng and others. He originally thought that Director Yang was bringing people to eat game. This had happened many times before.
"Yes, this is Professor He from Pengcheng University of Geosciences. He brought his students to survey the content of metal minerals in the underground here. It may take two or three days, and he will stay in your village."
Director Yang increased his tone and continued: "Old Tang, this is a political mission. You must handle it well. Otherwise, if you don't apply for funding for poor villages next year, you old boy, don't ask me for help again!"
Pingzhuang is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the products from the mountains alone are actually enough to feed a village.
It's just that the mountains stretch for thousands of miles, and the road into the village is really difficult. The traffic has restricted the development of the village, making Pingzhuang have to apply for poverty allotment every year, but its results are the worst among the surrounding villages.
"How can that be possible? Director Yang's guests, aren't they considered distinguished guests?"
After hearing Director Yang's words, Village Chief Tang's old face suddenly became as crowded as a chrysanthemum. He turned around and shouted: "Hurry up, help the guests take everything in and put it all in Dapao's house, so that their house is clean."
point."
Village Chief Tang's prestige in the village was really not exaggerated. He shouted out, and immediately five or six young men came up to grab the backpacks from Li Tianyuan and Leng Xiongfei.
Li Tianyuan and Leng Xiongfei's bags mostly contained some clothes. The real things were all kept in the car. They didn't give in at the moment and walked toward the village surrounded by a group of people.
Because it is built on the mountain, the farther you go into the village, the higher the terrain becomes. The ground is paved with long strips of bluestone. The whole village gives people a very quaint feeling, as if you are walking in a thousand-year-old ancient town.
"What... Professor, do we really have gold and silver underground?"
While walking on the road, Village Chief Tang and Qin Feng exchanged words. He was scared of poverty. He just heard Director Yang mention the prospecting of precious metals, and his eyes almost glowed green.
"It's Professor He!" Director Yang reminded angrily. The reason why he didn't say it was Director He was because he was afraid that Old Tang, a cunning man, would mistake Qin Feng for a bureaucrat.
"Yes, yes, Professor He, the old man doesn't understand this, can you tell me?" Village Chief Tang nodded and bowed, took out a box of unfiltered cigarettes, and handed one to Qin Feng and Director Yang.
"Village Chief Tang, it's really hard to say this."
Qin Feng took the cigarette and didn't care about the smoke. He lit it directly with a lighter, exhaled a puff of smoke and said: "The Dabie Mountains are rich in underground resources, that's for sure. The gold and silver reserves are absolutely indispensable...
It's just that the transportation here is too inconvenient. Whether it can be mined depends on the reserves after the survey is completed. Village Chief Tang, you don't have to worry. If the reserves are rich, are you afraid that no one will invest in this mountain of gold and silver in the future?
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This thousand-sect fraud industry also pays attention to technical specialization. For this incident, Qin Feng did a lot of research and knew the distribution of underground metals in Bao City.
"Hey, someone said this more than ten years ago, money is useless if it can't be exchanged for it?"
After hearing Qin Feng's words, Village Chief Tang curled his lips and became less interested. He led everyone to the big gun's house he mentioned. (To be continued...)
ps: ps: First update, continue writing the second chapter. Do you still have your monthly votes and recommendation votes? I need to get excited!
