I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state

Uncle Chen is a professional Feng Shui master in Xiangjiang. He usually travels by car when traveling in Xiangjiang.

Song Shaoguang is still a professor at Baptist College. He is a literary professor. He usually travels in Xiangjiang by car.

Peaks like Victoria Peak in Hong Kong can be reached directly by car.

This time, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang really understood why those ancient Feng Shui masters had to be carried in sedan chairs when traveling. It has to be said that they first followed the villagers to the cemetery of Yang Jirong's father and Yang Ming's grandfather, Yang Shuquan.

This place is not too far from the Sanjiantang production team, but it is also located on a mountain more than 100 meters high.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang, led by the villagers, cut down the weeds and trees on the road. In addition, the weather is relatively cold now, although it has stopped raining, this kind of mountain road is really difficult to walk.

Whether it was Uncle Chen or Song Shaoguang, not only were the suits they wore covered with leaves of unknown plants, but their suits and shoes were already torn, so they had to take off their shoes.

Looking at these two Feng Shui masters from Xiangjiang, the villagers still took great care of them and took the initiative to help them get their things. In addition to waiting for the meal guys with the precious compasses in their hands, they also pulled the two of them up the mountain.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Before coming, Yang Jirong had reminded them, and now the two of them really realized the difficulty of going up the mountain.

It took them more than three hours to climb this mountain.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Song, my eldest brother Yang Shuquan's cemetery is in front, and my sister-in-law Zhou's cemetery is next to it." Yang Shuhai followed.

Yang Shuhai is over sixty years old and has a strong body. In addition, he has never stopped in the countryside. This time he has to climb a mountain of more than 100 meters, which is nothing for Yang Shuhai.

The place where he brought Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang now is the cemetery of Yang Jirong's father, Yang Shuquan, and Yang Jirong's mother, Zhou.

Yang Jirong never returned to his hometown before. Yang Jirong and other brothers and sisters would also visit the grave every few years.

When I came here now, I found that the place was already densely covered with weeds, some of which were even taller than their heads.

In this case, these young people can only be mobilized to cut down the surrounding weeds and trees.

Those young people began to cut down the weeds around the cemetery.

It took almost half an hour for Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang, who were taking a breather to rest, to finally see the two cemeteries clearly.

This cemetery is like an earth tomb, and it is not protected by cement, bricks, etc. It is precisely because of that that there are many weeds here.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang each took out their compasses to take a look at the Feng Shui here.

It stands to reason that since Mr. Yang grew up like that in Xiangjiang, the feng shui of Yang Jirong's parents' cemetery should be particularly good.

When they first saw this place, they found that the cemetery environment and feng shui here could only be described as average.

Standing here, you can see the Triangle Pond and Weilong House in the distance.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang were watching there.

The two of them checked the position from the compass and took out the books they carried with them to check. The more they looked, the more confused they became.

Ancestors buried under such Feng Shui can actually produce descendants as wealthy as Mr. Yang?

Uncle Chen was puzzled.

Song Shaoguang was like that too.

Unless the Feng Shui theory they learned before is false.

They knew that those Feng Shui theories had been formed over thousands of years and could not be false. So they could only say that the Feng Shui of Yang Jirong's parents' cemetery was indeed very average.

Before they came, they thought that the feng shui of Mr. Yang's parents' cemetery must be very good. To be able to gather so much wealth for Mr. Yang, it must be like a cornucopia of feng shui.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang read it over and over again, still confused.

They didn't dare to say anything in front of Yang Shuhai. They just wanted to go back and talk to Mr. Yang or Yang Jirong when the time came.

At this time, the young villagers were still working hard to deal with the weeds around the cemetery.

The entire cemetery has appeared in front of everyone.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang stayed here for more than an hour.

Leave here with Yang Shuhai and others.

Head to another hilltop and continue to clear the weeds from the cemetery of Yang Jirong’s grandfather and grandmother.

That place is on another hilltop, still halfway up the mountain about a hundred or two hundred meters high. In addition to being very difficult to get up, there are too many kinds of weeds.

. . .

Night is coming.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang followed Yang Shuhai and others down the mountain.

Today they went to the cemetery of Yang Jirong's parents, the cemetery of Yang Jirong's grandfather, and the cemetery of Yang Jirong's great-grandfather and great-grandmother to clean up the weeds.

In addition, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang have been taking the compass and other guys up to check.

Every time they watch it, both of them are a little disappointed.

Because from the perspective of the feng shui of these cemeteries, it is really average. Basically, the feng shui of most ordinary people's cemeteries is similar. However, if it is said that such feng shui will produce a rich official or rich man, then it is not possible at all. possible.

But now Yang Jirong himself is doing well in Xiangjiang. When it is Yang Jirong's son Mr. Yang's turn, he will be a rare Chinese rich man.

The two of them began to have some doubts.

When they returned to Weilong House.

Yang Jirong and his wife hurriedly came out to greet them.

"Uncle Chen, Professor Song, thank you for your hard work today." Yang Jirong did not follow him, mainly because he really couldn't go.

When the actual grave-sweeping begins, he will follow them out.

Seeing the appearance of Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang's clothes, we can imagine how difficult it was for them on the mountain today.

"Mr. Yang, those mountains are really difficult to walk through," Song Shaoguang said.

Yang Jirong nodded.

Before he went to Xiangjiang, he also visited the tombs of other ancestors.

I was still a young man at the time and didn't think anything of it.

Welcome them in.

In the evening, more than thirty tables were set up in Weilongwu, and the whole village happily had dinner together.

By the time Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang finished their dinner, they were already very tired.

They planned to take a hot bath first, change into a new set of clothes, and then talk to Yang Jirong and his son about the matter.

They can deceive or even deceive other people, but they know that they can never deceive or deceive Yang Ming.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang took a shower respectively and changed into a new set of clothes.

The two of them will discuss it in private first.

In Uncle Chen's room, Song Shaoguang lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Chen, I have some doubts."

"Professor Song, I am also very confused."

"You speak first."

"You speak first."

. . .

After the two people discussed it in the room, it means that there is no problem with their compass, and there is no problem with their Feng Shui school theory. There is only one problem, and that is that Mr. Yang's fortune should have nothing to do with the Feng Shui of his hometown.

If that was really the case, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang were really surprised.

Since ancient times, whether they are emperors or influential figures in a place, their development is almost inseparable from the blessing of the feng shui of their ancestors.

So Mr. Yang's behavior really surprised them.

In fact, right in front of them.

"Uncle Chen, do we need to talk to Mr. Yang?"

"certainly."

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