At the same time, five o'clock in the afternoon.
A tricycle drove bumpily on the country road in the northeast Xing'anling Mountains, this tricycle was driven out of a nearby county town to the mountains, the mountain road was rugged, and most of the rural areas were not open to traffic were this kind of delicate and convenient driving tricycles.
In addition to the sixty-year-old man driving on the tricycle, there were two old ladies in their fifties and a fat man in their twenties sitting on the back frame.
More northeast than the Northeasterners.
"Hey, what then, Auntie followed my finger and looked over there" The fat young man pointed to a kilometer away from the horizon, between the fields under the mountain range, the outline of a village loomed, if this village appeared in the Yangtze River Delta or the Pearl River Delta or even the Beijing-Tianjin Wing region It won't surprise people much, but there is a village full of single-family two- and three-story buildings between the mountains and forests in the northeast, which is more eye-catching.
"Yangjia Village, the most famous village within a radius of 100 miles" The eldest lady had envy on her face, and her tone was full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"How famous can it be, louder than the reputation of the big city of Tieling?"
The fat man asked.
The eldest lady pulled her hair and tried her best to look coquettish: "I want to marry to Yangjia Village at the age of thirty younger, the first choice for girls in our area to marry is to target the youth of Yangjia Village, as long as your household registration is in this village, you can get married without a penny of gift money."
It's okay for the mother's family to post it upside down, but it's more difficult for the guys outside to marry the girls in the village, and they don't have enough domestic sales."
"Hey, this is a bit of Huaxi Village, where is this in Yangjia Village?
The Yang family will turn into immortals in this feather" In Huaxi Village, Jiangyin City, Jiangsu, underage young men and women are in demand in the country, as long as they hear that you are the household registration of Huaxi Village, they will go to the pole to find you, and those who are dead and begging must deal with you, because marrying or marrying someone from Huaxi Village means that you have put a golden rice The bowl is in my arms, and I basically don't have to worry about it for the rest of my life.
There is also such a village in the Xing'anling Mountains in the northeast, called Yangjia Village, but its reputation is not as big as the first village in the world, and the scope of marriage is only limited to about 100 miles.
"If you want to say that this Yangjia Village, there is only one awesome place, that is, there are more talents in the village, as long as the people of Yangjia Village are doing business or being officials abroad, they are all smooth, and the people who do business are rich and official, and the officials are not small, do you say that the cow is not a cow?"
The fat man on the tricycle pursed his lips and muttered, "It's the same with us."
The fat man on the "Puff" tricycle suddenly jumped down and carried a backpack over his shoulder.
"Hey, hey, hey, young man, what are you doing here yet?"
The old man driving the car turned around and asked.
"I'll go to Yangjia Village to find a girl, but I can't find a widow, and I reluctantly agree," the fat man in the backpack waved his hand at a few people on the tricycle and went in the direction of Yangjia Village.
"If I had the spirit of his dead face back then, my husband's family might have been surnamed Yang at this time" The lady in the car looked at the fat man's back and said, "See?
To be a man, you must have a high heart and a goal, you may not be able to succeed if you have a goal, but you must fail if you don't have a goal.
If you're fat like this, you still want to take a bite of swan meat, why can't we think about it?"
When he was still a few hundred meters away from Yangjia Village, the fat man bypassed the village in front of him and went up to the Xing'an Ridge behind the village.
When he went up the mountain, he was a cat on his waist, tiptoeing, and sneaking up.
Wangshan ran a dead horse, and it was nearly half past seven in the evening, when the fat man snorted into the hinterland of the Xing'anling Mountains, sweating profusely and complaining.
"This life is really not done alone, I'm also a tiger, why was he fooled by three or two sentences, at least I have to drag him······ Forget it, the dead are the greatest, don't rush him for that unlucky guy."
Looking down from the hinterland of the mountain through the woods, you can see Yangjia Village in the distance, and the two are only a few kilometers apart.
"Yang Yunsong's tomb is definitely not here, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come if I had a few guts, but although the Yang cemetery is not here, the direct descendants of his later generations are not so easy to deal with, the first twenty generations of the Yang family are still a generation of grandmasters, and their tombs must be densely packed with feng shui bureaus , I hope that the ancestral grave of the Yang family here is only the last few generations, otherwise I will have to go home."
"A generation of top gold school captains has actually fallen into the feng shui of the ancestral tomb of the bad guys, Patriarch Cao Cao forgive me, forgive me" Wang Xuanzhen, who was forcibly summoned back by Xiang Que in Australia, did only one thing, to give the Yang Gong family some eye medicine, so that they could not mix everything with a kick, some things are a rotten sore on the hand, I don't want you to die but can disgust you.
The thousand-year-old foundation of the Yang family must not be subverted, but it is not a problem to bad your feng shui to make you unlucky for three years and five years, and this matter cannot be done by ordinary feng shui masters, but Wang Xuanzhen, the top captain of the gold touching school, plus the seven-star robbery method given to him by Xiang Que, he will be bad Yang family feng shui is actually not difficult.
So far, several people who are directly or indirectly related to Cao Qingdao's death have all been hit in the face in just one week.
The Heavenly Master taught by his uncle Qi Changqing to smash the plaque on the gate of the Taoist temple, and after Long Wu's face was shattered, more than 90 million were forced to take it out, and the feng shui of the ancestral tomb of the Yang Gong family was damaged, and it would be unlucky for at least a few years.
Now only Maoshan has not been attacked.
Xiang Que felt that the culprit must be left to him to do it himself.
Nanjing, Xinjiekou.
The girl at the front desk in Cao Qingdao's mother's company stiffly picked up the phone: "Mr.
Shen's two people are back again" "Which two?"
Mom had forgotten about the two men who had been following him in the morning.
"It's the two you told me to look at, and then they quarreled at the door of our company and almost fought together" "Forehead ······" The little mother was stunned on the phone, and asked speechlessly: "What are you doing back" "Mr.
Shen, I think it is more likely that they will come to chase you, not like they are looking for trouble" The girl at the front desk may have watched a little too much Korean bloody romantic dramas, and he regarded Xiang Que as Wang Kunlun's follower, and at this time, Wang Kunlun had a pair of Ray-Ban's sunglasses on his nose, and he was wearing a fan Sizhe plus a Givenchy bag, a typical rich boy look, looks ill-intentioned.
"Bang" The little mother hung up the phone, picked up the phone with an indifferent expression, dialed a number and said: "Someone is coming to pry your corner again, why don't you hurry up and come to escort you"