Rebirth of the 80s New Farmer

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A box of Dayanshan cigarettes cost more than [-] cents, and he threw away [-] yuan a day for [-] cents?

This driver charges 32 yuan a day. When he returns to the company, it is estimated that he will pay [-] yuan and the rest will be his.

"No, he will definitely come back. Whether a pack of cigarettes is worth a hundred yuan a day, he won't settle the score."

Wan Shuiming took off the cotton cap on his head and scratched his head: "That's right!"

Before I knew it, half an hour passed.

At five past nine, the Polonette came back in a hurry, drove into the yard of the supply and marketing cooperative to the gate, and honked its horn twice at the gate.

Wan Feng and his third uncle Wan Shuiming left the supply and marketing cooperative, Wan Feng sat in the passenger seat, and Wan Shuiming sat in the back seat.

"Then let's go to Beihegou Village, Huangtugang, Zhangshu?"

"You know the way?"

"I've been there several times."

"Then do you know that there is a Fengshui master in that village?"

"Oh! Are you going to find that old man who reads Feng Shui?"

Wan Feng nodded.

"I know very well. The few times I went to that village, I always asked people to find the old Huangtou to see Feng Shui, but if you go now, you will be helped."

"Are there many people looking for him for Feng Shui?" Wan Feng asked strangely.

"Oh, old nose, I secretly told you that the people looking for him are all from the officialdom, even Tieling. It is impossible for ordinary people to invite him."

Grass grip, was it so popular in [-] as a geomancer?

"I guess it's useless for you to go."

"It won't be in vain. We went. As long as the old gentleman is at home, we will definitely invite him."

Lao Tzu has no power or power, but even if he is rich, even high-ranking officials do not have as much money as him.

Those officials who are doing such things are sneaky now, and they dare not say who they are at all, and they are not locals, so they don't have to give them face.

He doesn't trust money to defeat those officials.

866章 调理风水

Zhangshu Commune and Qiantou Commune are connected by mountains, separated by a strip of water.

The car arrived at the Huangtugang Brigade of Zhangshu Commune and finally entered a small village called Beihegou.

The village of Beihegou is not big, with about thirty or fifty households.

The driver drove the car directly to a house that didn't look too eye-catching from the outside.

"You guys are lucky today. Based on my experience from frequent visits, there shouldn't be anyone with status coming today. There aren't even bicycles at the door, and there aren't even ordinary people. It depends on whether he is willing to take your job."

Sure enough, there were indeed no bicycles outside the gate of this family.

That's good, save a lot of trouble.

When Wan Feng entered the yard, a middle-aged man came out to welcome him.

Wan Feng briefly stated his intention for coming.

"You have to ask my father himself about this, we don't count." After speaking, he took Wan Feng into the east room of the house.

On the top of the kang, a man in his sixties squatted on the top of the kang smoking a pipe.

"Hello old sir!"

The gentleman glanced at Wan Feng, but nodded slightly and said nothing.

"Look at the ancestral grave? Has anything happened to your family in recent years?"

This question means that if nothing happens, you can't visit the cemetery.

"Not really, old man. I'm not a local. This is the first time I've come back to worship my ancestors since I was born. I want to tidy up the graves of my ancestors to show my filial piety. The main thing is to ask you, old man, to go and see the place. Is there anything to pay attention to?"

While talking, Wan Feng gently put a wad of money on the kang mat.

Mr. Huang glanced at the wad of money imperceptibly through the corners of his eyes, his eyelids twitched.

1000 yuan!This is the biggest business he has ever received. Those who are officials usually pay tens of yuan to a hundred yuan. He remembers the most one gave three hundred yuan.

This young man who looked young made a move of one thousand!What does he do?

"Don't you just fix the ancestral grave? When do you want to fix it?"

"The cars are all outside the door. If it's convenient for you now, we can go. The Qijiazi brigade in front of you is about 20 miles away from here."

"Then you wait outside for a while and I will clean up."

Wan Feng exited the house and stood in the yard waiting for Mr. Huang to come out.

In about ten minutes, the old man came out in good spirits, followed by a young man carrying a backpack.

The old man Huang obviously knew the driver and nodded to the driver.

It took half an hour for the car to arrive at Gaga Village.

"Old man, it's past ten o'clock, let's go to the place after dinner?"

"Don't, go and have a look first, there is no rush to eat when you come back."

The Wanjia Cemetery is by the river just outside Gaga Village, a long and slow slope is not far from the river, and there is a pond in front left.

In the cemetery, three graves stand alone on the hillside.

Wan Shuiming led the crowd here, Mr. Huang frowned as soon as he arrived at the cemetery.

He circled the cemetery twice first, then looked at the terrain on the left and right, and finally started to measure and calculate with the compass and other tools.

The whole process took over an hour.

"Okay, let's go back and talk about it, it's too cold here."

Back at Wan Shuiming's house, Mr. Huang took off his shoes and got on the kang. Wan Shuiming took out the good cigarettes bought by Wan Feng and served tea to Mr. Huang and the driver.

The old man lit a cigarette and started talking, starting with the layout of the cemetery, and said a bunch of words that Wan Feng didn't understand.

Wan Feng knew that this was just a foreshadowing in the early stage, and he only needed to understand the key words at the end as the conclusion.