The Rise of the Peninsula

Chapter 165 0127 – Mr. Yin Yang (1)
In June of the new year, the Seoul Metropolitan Government launched a measure to benefit the people - the government funded the construction of ditches to divert water from the Surabaya River into farmland for irrigation.For Sancheng Village, which relies on planting as its source of income, this policy can definitely be regarded as a great joy.

As an international metropolitan country, Seoul has been incorporated into a new first-tier city. Therefore, for the rural areas that affect the urban appearance, the government must of course increase its efforts to support the rural areas.At this time, South Korea also began to implement the "farmers into the city" plan.

In order to attract more agricultural population to work in cities, the South Korean government has introduced a series of preferential policies.For example, allowing qualified agricultural households and non-agricultural households to settle down.At the same time, it also implements minimum living guarantees for farmers, and provides support in land use rights and other aspects, so that they have the ability to build their own homes.These initiatives have greatly promoted the development of rural areas.

Today, although there are still many problems in Korea, as time goes by, I believe it will usher in a better future.In Korea, everyone feels happy and satisfied with a stable income.This is because people know that what they do brings wealth and status.

In the early years in this village, when the irrigation season came, water use became a big problem.

In the past, villagers used water pumps to pump the accumulated water in ditches and ponds for irrigation. However, as the saying goes, far away water cannot quench thirst. It is definitely unrealistic for a large number of farmlands to rely on the water storage left by rainfall. In order to ensure production, many villagers We had to use households as a unit, and several adjacent growers jointly invested in water trucks for irrigation. This undoubtedly increased the cost of planting, and for some villagers with low incomes, it was simply miserable.

It is conceivable that the government's measures to benefit the people have really solved the difficulties for the villagers.

As soon as the document was released to the village, all members of the village committee sat together and studied the provisions in detail. Finally, the spirit of the policy was dissected by the village party secretary, and played on the village's loudspeaker for three days.

The general content is that the ditch funded by the government has only one main canal that runs through the entire village. If any farmland needs to be drained, it can dig the drainage ditch by itself now.As soon as the news came out, the village exploded.

March itself is not a busy season for farming. The laborers in the village are gearing up to dig ditches. The fool knows in his heart that if he leaves a ditch to store water beside his field, it will be much more convenient to plant in the field in the future.

The villagers of Sancheng Village have proposed to the village cadres to renovate their fields for water conservancy, while several other wealthy farmers came up with another way: they found a construction team specialized in water conservancy projects and asked the other party to follow the blueprints. Excavation, pouring of concrete and installation of equipment in accordance with construction standards.

In this way, the project that should have been easy to help others complete tasks has become a headache.

But more because poor people can't afford good things at all, so they have to do this kind of work that wastes money and money.

However, although the process of building ditches is difficult, the result is indeed very beneficial to everyone. After all, as a fishing village, if there are ditches, it will be of great benefit to the people's livelihood and to oneself.

On March [-]th, the morning glow broke through the morning mist, and a strong middle-aged man was busy working in the field with a shovel.

Coarse clothes and non-slip gloves are his standard outfits when working.At this time, he was vigorously inserting the shovel into the somewhat soft soil.Stepping on the surface of the shovel and pushing it down hard, a shovel full of loess was thrown beside the field ridge. He was like a miniature excavator, repeating the previous action one shovel after another. After a while, the soil layer in front of him was It was dug to a depth of half a man.

And at this moment, a villager who was about his age walked up to him humming a little song.

"Shuanzi, you woke up early enough."

The villager said as he took out a crushed red plum cigarette from his coat pocket and threw it over.Shuanzi caught the cigarette with both hands and held it in his mouth, then thrust the shovel into the mound, and walked up to the villagers in a few steps.

The villager knowingly handed over his half-smoked cigarette, and Shuanzi took it in a hurry, smacking his mouth vigorously at the cigarette butt.

As the sound of embolus inhaling became louder, the cigarette was also lit rhythmically.

"My family is only a laborer. If I don't finish it sooner, if the government repairs the canal, I'm afraid it will be too late. It's not like your family, four peasants, of course you don't worry."

"Come on, even though the village chief said so, Xiuqu still doesn't know about the Year of the Monkey and the month of the monkey. What are you doing in such a hurry, take your time."

"Do it slowly? I think you are not afraid of talking out of your tongue. My family's dozens of acres of land is enough for me to dig for the New Year. Stop talking nonsense here. I have to work."

Shuanzi is straightforward, and if he doesn't speak a few words satisfactorily, he will make a mistake.

The villagers obviously knew Shuanzi's character, and they had no intention of leaving. They squatted on the ridge of the field and smoked cigarettes leisurely.Shuanzi pinched the cigarette and kept half of it in his jacket pocket, then pulled the shovel back from the soil and continued digging.Click!A crisp sound came from the tip of the shovel.

The embolus slowed down the movements of his hands.

"what is wrong?"

"The villager pressed the cigarette butt to the ground, got up and asked.

"I found something." Shuanzi replied honestly.

"Listen to this voice, could it be a treasure? Quickly dig it out and have a look." The villagers got excited.

Fifty kilometers south of Seoul City, the largest group of ancient tombs in the Silla period was unearthed, so many of the local villagers have dug up treasures such as pottery fragments and ancient coins when they were farming.

"Even if it's a good thing, I've dug it up."

Shuanzi shoveled a shovel of soil in front of him in frustration.The villagers couldn't hold back their excitement and jumped down into the pit, breaking the clay with their hands for Shuanzi.

"I said Shuanzi, if you dig out a piece of jade or something, you will still grow crops in the future."

"As the villagers said, they accelerated the speed in their hands."

"I'll talk about it after I finish this side." Shuanzi continued to dig a hole.

"Ouch, my big brother!"

"What's the matter? I just disturbed you to rest for a while, you won't be so stingy."

"Brother, we are fellow countrymen, you can't let me go."

"I won't let it go, so what can you do?"

"you!"

Just when the villagers were about to yell, they suddenly saw Shuanzi stop what he was doing, with a surprised expression on his face.

"You're rich!"

"What? Get rich?"

"Hahaha!"

"What are you laughing at, show me!"

"Look how anxious you are, as if you weren't the one who got rich."

"I found it." Shuanzi grabbed a white thing and held it up in front of the villagers as if he had found a treasure.

"Quick, wipe off the dirt and see what it is."

The villagers were a little impatient.Shuan Zi pulled off the towel hanging around his neck and vigorously wiped the dirt on the things. When the two of them saw the true face of the things in front of them, they were scared out of their wits.

"Bone, bone, bone!"

"Shuanzi, you have dug someone's ancestral grave."

The villagers yelled.As the saying goes, good things don't go out, and bad things spread thousands of miles. When the villagers shouted, other people who were busy around surrounded them.

"I, I, I..." Shuan Zi was a little at a loss, and threw the bone in his hand aside in a panic, as if telling everyone that this matter was none of my business.

"Everyone help, get this thing away quickly, our village is too evil, if someone sees it, our village will be over." Seeing that Shuan Zi dared not speak, the villagers shouted at the others.

"This thing looks disgusting."

"I think it's a human bone!"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense. After death, people turn into dust, so there are no human bones."

"Then maybe, maybe all the ashes of the family have floated into the sky, and they are floating in mid-air right now."

"Not bones!"

Everyone was discussing in a hurry, and they couldn't argue for a while.

"Shuanzi, whose property have you dug into?"

The onlookers asked such a question.In rural areas, people who have passed away are generally not buried in cemeteries like people in cities. Rural people basically bury their coffins in their own fields, so as long as you ask whether Shuanzi has dug the boundary, you can basically find out Come out, who is the ancestor of this family.

Shuanzi looked frustrated: "The small piece I dug is wasteland, and there is no human race at all. I don't know whose family it is."

"Why don't you ask the village chief to come and have a look?"

"Yes, call the village chief, he must know." Yes, this is a good idea. "

The proposal was approved by all.Shuanzi scratched his ears and cheeks in anxiety, climbed out of the pit with hands and feet, and ran towards the village head's house.According to rural customs, if someone else's ancestral grave is dug, the feng shui of the land will be basically destroyed, so money must be paid to move the grave.

Many simple rural people firmly believe that the cemetery of the ancestors is related to the future and fortune of the descendants, so moving the grave is a big matter, and whoever takes care of it will be in a hurry.

Not long before and after, a man who was almost 60 years old came galloping on his bicycle with a cigarette in his mouth.Shuanzi strode quickly behind the car.

"The village chief is here."

With the crisp ringing of bicycle bells, all the villagers consciously made way for him.After two bangs and bangs, the village chief parked the car and looked into the pit, then turned his head and said to the panting Shuanzi: "Our village has been responding to the government's call for cremation all these years. How about you?" The human bones have been dug out, and it is likely that someone's ancestral grave has been moved."

"What crime did I do!" Shuanzi sat down on the ground when he heard the result, and burst into tears. "Do you know who owns this land?"

The village head looked around for a week and asked.Hearing what the village chief said, the surrounding villagers all shook their heads.

"If you invite the 'Di Lixian', you will know. Doesn't everyone in our village be buried in the graves he showed? He certainly doesn't know.

One of the villagers said such a sentence.Although cremation has been practiced in recent years, some customs of burial in remote areas are still used today.The Dilixian in the villagers' mouth is a common name in our local area, which is also known as Mr. Yin and Yang, a type of person who specializes in planning Fengshui, fortune-telling and measuring characters for a living.

This kind of person is quite popular in the rural areas here in remote areas, and his status is ridiculously high.If you are careful, you will find that the villagers use the word "please" to Dilixian.

"This land fairy is not something that ordinary people can invite."

"If you can't invite them, then ask them."

"Ask Dilixian what, who can they help?"

"They are doing feng shui and fortune-telling for our village, and they will definitely help us with feng shui and fortune-telling!"

"That's right, ask them!" The villagers echoed.

The villagers' comments attracted the attention of the village head, who turned to look at the villagers, hesitant to speak.Seeing this, the villagers did not urge the village chief, but stood there quietly waiting for the village chief's next words.

"Di Li Xian, this Di Li Xian is a fairy in the village. We can only see him on TV on weekdays. He is a very remarkable person. His name is Di Li Xian. It is said that he is already in our village. This land has lived for hundreds of years. He grew up in the village and is very familiar with everyone in the village. Every word he said has a strong reference value, and Di Lixian is very knowledgeable about Fengshui. Accomplished. He once said that as long as the land in the village is auspicious and fertile, there will never be disasters. Moreover, as long as the people in their land are rich and powerful. Their fortune-telling is also very good. Mysterious, no matter what matters can be resolved, it will not affect their future."

"It's so powerful!" The villagers all praised.

"Didn't it mean that he doesn't know how to show Feng Shui to the villagers?"

"That's right, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"You still believe what the fairy said." The village head shook his head and smiled.

"If you don't believe it, you can't do it. This is the Feng Shui master in the village, a figure respected by the villagers."

"Village Chief, let's quickly send someone to invite the Immortal Dili."

Villagers with low education can use such a tone to describe a profession, one can imagine how much people worship Dili Xian.The reason for worship is because this line of work is not something that anyone can do if they want to, it is usually a family tradition.

That is to say, only Di Lixian with a red root is recognized by everyone. Don't think that you can pretend to be a monk by shaving a wooden fish and shaving your head.

Not to mention in Sancheng Village, there is only one Dili Immortal in the entire village. Whenever villagers in the village have funeral affairs, they will pay him to help him see the grave for burial.If Shuanzi really dug someone else's ancestral grave, then Di Lixian couldn't be impressed, so the villagers' proposal is undoubtedly a shortcut.

"Second Lame." The village head gave an order.

"It's here, village chief!"

A man with pimples all over his face stepped out of the crowd with his waist bent.

"You have a motorcycle, quickly invite Di Lixian over here."

"Okay! Village head."

Er Manzi didn't dare to neglect, knocked his cloth shoes on the ground, and ran to his Suzuki motorcycle.

(End of this chapter)