A tricycle was driving bumpily on a country road in the Xing'an Mountains in the northeast. This tricycle was driven from a nearby county town to the mountains. The mountain road was rugged, and most of the villages were closed to traffic. This kind of exquisite and convenient tricycle .
In addition to the sixty-year-old man driving the tricycle, two old women in their fifties and a fat man in his twenties were sitting on the back of the tricycle. The four of them got along happily along the way, especially the one in The casual fat man smells like corn stubble when he opens his mouth, even more northeaster than people from the Northeast.
"Hey, what, auntie, follow my finger and look over there." The fat young man pointed to a place one kilometer away from the horizon, where the outline of a village loomed among the fields under the mountains. The Triangle, the Pearl River Delta, or even the Beijing-Tianjin Wing area may not seem very surprising, but there is a village full of single two- and three-story buildings among the mountains and forests in the northeast, which is more eye-catching.
"Yangjiacun, the most famous village in a hundred miles around," the aunt's face was full of envy, and her tone was full of envy and hatred.
"How much fame can it have, louder than the reputation of the big city Tieling?" The fat man asked.
The aunt combed her hair and tried her best to put on a coquettish look: "I want to marry to Yangjia Village even if I am 30 years younger. The first choice for girls in our area to marry is to target the young people of Yangjia Village. As long as your household registration is in this village, you can get married without paying any gifts from your natal family. As for the boys outside, it is more difficult to marry girls in the village, and they don¡¯t have enough domestic sales.¡±
"Hey, this is a bit like Huaxi Village. Where is the cow in Yangjia Village? The Yang family will turn into a fairy here."
In Huaxi Village, Jiangyin City, Jiangsu Province, underage young men and women are highly sought-after in China. As long as they hear that you have a registered permanent residence in Huaxi Village, they will go to the pole to find you. Or marrying someone from Huaxi Village means that you have already held a golden rice bowl in your arms, and you basically don't have to worry about it for the rest of your life.
There is also such a village in the Xing'an Mountains in the northeast, called Yangjia Village, but it is not as famous as the No. 1 Village in the World, and the scope of marriage is only limited to about a hundred miles.
"If you want to talk about this Yangjia Village, there is only one place that is good, that is, there are more talents in the village. As long as the people in Yangjia Village are doing business abroad or becoming officials, everything goes smoothly. The businessmen are all rich and official officials. They are not small, do you think they are cows or not?"
The fat man on the tricycle curled his lips after hearing this, and muttered: "It's the same with us."
The fat man on the "Plop" tricycle suddenly jumped off, carrying a backpack on his shoulders.
"Hey, hey, hey young man, you haven't arrived yet, what are you doing?" the old man driving turned around and asked.
"I'll go to Yangjiacun to find a girl to date, if it's impossible to find a widow, I reluctantly agree." The fat man with the backpack waved at the people on the tricycle and headed towards Yangjiacun.
"If I had had the spirit of his shamelessness back then, my husband's family would have been named Yang by now." The aunt in the car looked at the fat man's back and said, "See? You have to be ambitious and have a goal to be a human being. It may not be successful, but if there is no goal, it will definitely fail. If you are so fat and want to take a bite of swan meat, why can¡¯t we think about it?"
When he was a few hundred meters away from Yangjia Village, the fat man bypassed the village in front of him and ran up to Xing'an Mountain behind the village.
When going up the mountain, he stooped, tiptoed, and sneaked up.
Wang Shan ran a dead horse, and it was nearly 7:30 in the evening when the fat man entered the hinterland of the Xing'an Mountains, sweating profusely and complaining on his face.
"I really didn't do this job alone. I'm a tiger too. How could I be fooled by him with a few words? At least I have to drag him Forget it, the dead For the sake of it, if you don¡¯t attack him, it¡¯s for that unlucky guy.¡±
Looking down the mountain through the woods from the hinterland of the mountain range, you can just see Yangjia Village in the distance, only a few kilometers away.
"Yang Junsong's tomb is definitely not here, otherwise I wouldn't dare to come here if I borrowed some courage, but although Yang's cemetery is not here, the direct descendants of his later generations are not so easy to deal with. The first 20 generations of the Yang family are still there. It is the status of a generation of masters, and the tomb must be densely covered with Fengshui. I hope that the tombs of the Yang family ancestors here belong to the last few generations, otherwise I will have to go back home."
"A generation of top gold-touching captains actually fell into the feng shui of the bad guy's ancestral grave. Patriarch Cao Cao forgive me, forgive me"
Wang Xuanzhen, who was forcibly summoned back by Xiang Que when he was far away in Australia, did only one thing, to put eye drops on Duke Yang's family, and let them??Everything gets mixed up, some things get on your hands like a rotten sore, it doesn't kill you but it can disgust you to death.
The Yang family's thousand-year-old foundation will definitely not be overturned, but it's not a problem to ruin your feng shui and make you unlucky for three to five years. It's impossible for ordinary feng shui masters to do this, but Wang Xuanzhen, a top gold-motivated school Combined with the seven-star robbing method Xiang Que gave him, it is actually not difficult for him to destroy the Feng Shui of the Yang family.
So far, the few people directly or indirectly related to Cao Qingdao's death have all been hit in the head in just one week.
Uncle Qi Changqing personally went to smash the plaque on the gate of the Taoist temple, and Long Wu was forced to take out more than 90 million yuan after being shot in the face. The feng shui of the ancestral grave of Yang Gong's family was at least a little unlucky Year.
Now only Maoshan has not been attacked.
Xiang Que felt that the culprit must be left to him to handle it himself.
Nanjing, Xinjiekou.
The front desk chick in Cao Qingdao's little mother's company stiffly picked up the phone: "Boss Shen and those two are back again."
"Which two?" Mom had already forgotten the two men who followed him in the morning.
"It's the two you told me to watch, and then they quarreled at the gate of our company and almost got together"
"Er" The little mother was stunned on the phone, and asked speechlessly, "Why are you back again?"
"Mr. Shen, I think they are more likely to come after you, and they don't seem to be looking for trouble." The chick at the front desk may have watched a lot of Korean love dramas, so he regarded Xiang Que as Wang Kunlun's follower , and at this time, Wang Kunlun wears a pair of Ray-Ban sunglasses on his nose, and wears a Versace bag with a Givenchy bag. The typical look of a rich boy looks like he is planning something wrong.
"Crack" Mom 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 escort him?"
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