The years when I was an old man

Brother Zhu introduced me to the specific situation of Maoli Village.

After I knew all this, we started our first meeting in Guancheng.

Sitting on the sofa, I said to everyone:

"At present, we don't have a good way to cut off the opening of Haye's place from the root. But what we can do is to create different troubles for them and prevent him from starting work on the construction site. After completely angering them, they will jump out to find us. At that time, we will be able to solve the problem from the root..."

"Little Sixth Master, you don't have to tell us so much, just tell everyone how to do it!"

Master Hong said directly to me.

"This time the action is very simple, only two steps. The first step is to prevent the opponent's decoration materials from entering Maoli Village. The second step is to use the special situation of Maoli Village. Let Haye and the others fall into the vast ocean of people's war..."

Everyone looked at me seriously, and I continued:

"We are divided into two groups. In the first group, Master Hong and I are in the same group. Master Hong, please call August later and ask about Feng Shui. Be careful, you must learn some professional vocabulary to bluff people, the more the better. This is very important!"

Lord Hong nodded immediately.

"The second group, led by Brother Zhu, you all do a peach-picking and discarding game at the intersection where the truck must pass. The mute is the main player and is in charge of the entire game. I will teach you in a while how to make the game the best... ..."

As soon as I finished speaking, everyone couldn't help but look at the mute.

The mute also had a look of surprise, he stuttered and said:

"I, I, can I, can I?"

I know that this is the first time that the mute has taken on such an important task.

This must be a little psychologically stressful for him.

I just wanted to cheer him up, but the mute asked himself and answered:

"I will, I will, of course..."

Saying that, he first laughed.

Looking at the dumb, I was a little speechless.

This guy's face is getting thicker and thicker, and he doesn't know if he learned from Master Hong.

Everything is ready, we will split up.

Although Maoli Village is poor, it is a large village, and most of the villagers have the surname Chen.

When Master Hong and I appeared in this village, Master Hong quickly became the focus of attention of passers-by.

The reason is very simple, today he is wearing a loose Tang shirt, wearing a small round glasses, and holding a cattail fan.

It looked a little nondescript, and a little weird.

But because of Master Hong's outstanding temperament, he looked a bit like a literati.

I followed by, holding a purple clay pot in my hand, like a follower.

The two of us wandered around the village for a while before we walked slowly to the village square.

The square is not small, and several thick banyan trees are planted around it.

Facing the square is the ancestral hall of the village.

Under the tree at the gate of the ancestral hall, an old man was sitting under the banyan tree and talking on the phone.

The old man looked over 70 years old and was as thin as a bamboo.

There was no trace of blood on the wrinkled face.

The most important thing is that there is a bruise the size of a palm on his face.

The two of us walked over and sat on the stone chair beside us.

The old man had finished his phone call, glanced at both of us, and didn't speak.

But Lord Hong didn't even look at the old man, but stretched out his hand to me.

I immediately handed over the teapot in my hand.

Master Hong took a sip from the spout, and said to me thoughtfully:

"I've been in Guancheng for more than a month. It's the first time I've seen such a strange place..."

I took the teapot and didn't speak.

And the old man sitting on the stone chair opposite couldn't help asking:

"What's so strange?"

Master Hong didn't speak, just stared at the old man for a while, then slowly shook his head and said:

"I'm just talking to myself, talking nonsense. You don't have to take it seriously..."

Humans are curious, especially when it comes to themselves.

This is also the main reason why many people easily fall into the scammer's trap.

The same goes for the old man in front of him. Hearing Master Hong say this, he immediately asked again:

"I'm from this village, what's so strange about it?"

Only then did Master Hong say:

"It is said that this Guancheng is located in the main road of the Pearl River Delta, with unique Fengshui. There are very few places in Nanyue that can match it. I just wonder why there is such a serious bad luck in a place with excellent Fengshui What about the village?"

"Bad luck?"

The old man stared at the boss and repeated a sentence.

Lord Hong didn't say any more, but raised his hand slightly, and I immediately handed over the teapot.

Holding the teapot, Master Hong took a sip in a chic way.

"Little boy, do you know Feng Shui?"

The old man hurriedly asked.

Lord Hong smiled indifferently, with a bit of self-confidence in his smile.

"I can't talk about understanding, I can only say that I know a little bit..."

The old man was even more curious, and immediately said:

"Seeing that you are young, do you know Feng Shui?"

Master Hong waved the cattail fan lightly, and said calmly:

"Kong Rong gave up pears at the age of four, Gan Luo worshiped at the age of 12, and Zhou Yu led the army at the age of 13. Nezha made trouble in the sea at the age of seven, and Cucurbit Baby was born to fight monsters. Tell me, which one of them is older than me?"

Master Hong made a half-truth and half-fake joke, which made the old man laugh.

There was a little more trust in this smile.

Master Hong looked the old man up and down, and said slowly:

"Grandpa, are you not in good health?"

"how do you know?"

Master Hong moved his lips, muttered for a while, and then said:

"In "Hong Fan", it is said that trees are straight and straight. The five elements of the body can only be healthy if they grow and nourish each other. Looking at your face, it seems that there is a sign that the trees are leaving the soil. Your disease comes from the liver..."

As soon as the words fell, the old man immediately opened his mouth wide, unable to speak for a long time.

Master Hong continued to study, and said:

"In your face, there is an official star at the top. You should have been an official, right?"

Before the old man could answer, Master Hong immediately said:

"You were originally a sign of a prosperous official career, but the feng shui mismatch caused your official career to end more than ten years ago?"

This time the old man was completely dumbfounded, he looked at Master Hong bewilderedly.

At this moment, Master Hong suddenly got up and said:

"Old man, I'm just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously. I'm going first..."

With that said, Master Hong got up and left.

I followed Master Hong, and within two steps, I heard an anxious voice behind me:

"Master, stop!"