The village was not big at first, one by one, one by one, one by one. If anyone shouted loudly, half of the village could hear it.

There is nothing in the whole village who is not unaware of Xiaobao's family's troubles. As soon as Daya and I came out of Xiaobao's house, my grandfather called us over.

My grandfather was in his sixties at the time and was very energetic. He was used to wearing old-fashioned gray cloth jackets and always had paper-rolled dry tobacco in the corner of his mouth. He was close to my grandfather since he was a child. It was not only because his grandfather loved me very much, but mainly because his grandfather had endless interesting stories that he had fascinated me. When he grew up, he realized that the stories he told at that time were of great help to me in the future, but at that time, he was just a story to listen to.

Grandpa’s house has three dirt houses. Grandma passed away early, and only grandpa lived here alone. There was no decent furniture. They were all old-fashioned cabinets, but they were cleaned up very neatly. This kind of adobe house is not high, and the main houses in the countryside face north and south. The sunlight at noon happened to shine in front of the house. In this way, an old man and two young men were sitting in front of the house, basking in the sun. Grandpa asked me: "Come on, it's bright. I heard that Xiaobao came back with you yesterday. Where did you go to play?"

Without thinking too much, I told my grandfather everything about the passing, and Daya added a few words from time to time.

As my grandfather listened, his expression began to become strange. When he heard us being trapped in "ghosts hitting the wall" and peeing, he looked at me, touched my head and smiled. Grandpa looked up at the sky and asked us to take him to see the landlord.

Daya and I were idle, and I didn’t have anything to do. After hearing what my grandfather said, I was so happy to lead the way ahead.

The snow on the road in the village had long been compacted, as smooth as a mirror. The sunlight at noon shone down, and the reflection of the snow was very eye-catching, so shaking that it could not even open its eyes, so it could only walk with its eyes narrowed.

Daya and I walked and played, playing and chatting. After a while, we successfully found the place where something happened yesterday.

The entrance of the cave was still there, and it might have been a strong wind all night. Floating snow and weeds covered some of the cave entrances. It looked like the entrance was obviously smaller.

Grandpa squatted down and looked at the cave field first, then took out a handful of soil in the cave, twisted it with his hands, and smelled it again, then turned around the big tomb next to it. After a long time of turning, Grandpa stopped, took out an object from his arms and started fiddling with it.

I have seen that thing, and my grandfather told me that this thing is called "compass". I heard from my grandfather that compass is a treasure of Feng Shui that passes through the heaven and the earth. It is one of the indispensable tools for surveying tombs and houses. It not only measures the nature of the heaven and earth, but also measures the misfortunes and good fortunes of life. It is aligned with the heavens, establishes directions, eliminates sand, and absorbs water; it is a pure line generated by mountains and rivers to distinguish the good and bad luck of the earth.

I found it difficult to understand these things at the time, but I knew that this thing was a treasure, just like the golden cudgel in Sun Monkey's hand, which was amazing. Seeing my grandfather fiddling there, I didn't care about touching the big teeth of the spicy pot, and hurried to my grandfather and watched him tinker with it.

Grandpa gestured at the grave for a long time, looked at the trees in front, the roads nearby, the stones around him, and his expression was sometimes cloudy and clear, and he never spoke. Finally, he squatted down, pulled a few weeds on the grave, looked carefully, grabbed another handful of soil on the grave, and put it on his nose to smell it.

I was puzzled by the side, so I asked my grandfather, what are you doing?

Grandpa turned his head and looked at me, patted the dirt on his hand, and told me that he was "watching the air".

I was very confused at the time and asked my grandfather, I could tell whether the man or woman was buried inside through the grave? What's the point?

Grandpa smiled and told me seriously that this grave is just like a house. You can know the good and bad luck of living people when you look at the house. You can know the good and bad luck of dead people when you look at the grave. The grass on this grave is very dry and there are few grass roots. Feng Shui says that there are few grass roots on the grave, and the grass on the grave is soft and tender. The sharp roots of men's graves are straight down, while the fat roots of women's graves are curved.

As I spoke, I looked at the grassroots on the grave. It turned out to be straight up and down, and there were not many fibrous roots. My grandfather told me that the man buried in the grave was buried, and he should be older. If the grassroots were red or yellow and curved, the woman would definitely be buried.

I heard it like a mythical story, and I felt it was amazing and very interested in this kind of thing.

Grandpa looked at the grave again and sighed to himself, "This grave is probably a year, and it will take more than two hundred years to fix it. The tree is wrapped around the knees in front of the grave. This master is not a normal death. The grave has few grass and is growing boring. It should be a grave that is extremely poor, and it probably has no descendants."

Grandpa sighed for a while before turning back to me and said, "That kid should have this hurdle. That kid's horoscope is too weak and it is very easy to provoke evil things. It is destined to be unhappy in this life. It's a fate to let him catch up with this matter. Let's go back a few of us."

At that time, I couldn't quite understand what my grandfather said. When I heard that my grandfather wanted to go back, I called Daya and rushed back home. Looking back now, Xiaobao was really in a bad fate, and he really told her.

Shortly after my grandfather returned home, he went to Xiaobao's house.

Grandpa's identity and ability were extremely neglected in that era and was a representative of feudal superstition. However, in rural areas, most people believe in this situation in their hearts. Usually, if anyone builds a house, a warehouse, or even a pigpen, they will ask grandpa to show it. In our village, they still have a certain prestige.

Seeing my grandfather coming, Xiaobao's parents quickly asked her to the house. There was nothing to entertain guests in the countryside. They just poured some boiling water, dripping out a tobacco leaf basket, and packed a bag of dry tobacco for my grandfather.

Grandpa first looked at Xiaobao, flipped Xiaobao's eyelids, and said to Xiaobao's father: "His nephew of the Han family, I have heard of Xiaobao. I don't know if you believe it or not."

Uncle Han is an honest rural person and respects my grandfather very much. He heard my grandfather say this and quickly interrogated: "His Hu Dad, just say whatever he has. Don't hide anything from him. They are all their own family, so you don't have to be polite."

Grandpa then took a sip of water and started talking slowly.

It turned out that after my grandfather looked at the tomb carefully, he realized that the tomb was not simple. He told Uncle Han that Xiaobao's child not only rushed to something, but also might have committed evil. The tomb did not look like it was in recent years, but should have existed in the Qing Dynasty. The feng shui of the cemetery must have been arranged by experts, and it was called "the Beidou Greedy Wolf Walking Alone Dragon".

The Star of Greedy Wolf is the leader of the Nine Palaces. In the sky, it is the master of all spirits, and in the earth, it is the balance of hundreds of meridians. Originally, this auspicious acupoint was used as a tomb, and later generations of descendants were smart and far away, and they were officials for generations, and their articles and virtues were overwhelming for a lifetime. Who is not as good as the Heaven's plan? No one would have thought that after so many years, the land was opened up, farmed, drained and built roads, and destroyed the situation. This "cave" also turned from auspicious to bad luck.

Xiaobao accidentally stepped on the Mingtang in front of the acupoint, and used a boy to urinate the yellow skin protecting the tomb, which caused the trouble. The yellow skin is an angry thing, and has been protecting this acupoint, so that the auspicious energy of this acupoint has not dissipated. Now it has run away, the auspicious energy in the tomb has dissipated, and the evil energy has rushed to the tomb, so I am afraid that Xiaobao will not be let go easily.

After hearing my grandfather's comment, Uncle Han's family was stunned and had something that he could never dream of. He was really sitting in the house behind closed doors. The disaster came from the sky, and he almost knelt down for my grandfather and begged my grandfather to give me some advice to see if he could escape the disaster.

Grandpa stopped Uncle Han and Aunt Han who were about to kneel down and told them that this matter was not easy to deal with, but needless to say, he could not ignore it, and he should be a slaughter of life! If it is OK, you have to try it. Just be a helper to get rid of the old man, which can be considered accumulating good deeds. Tell Uncle Han that there is only one way at the moment, which is to let Xiaobao "get out money" on his behalf, which may be averted disaster. However, even if "get out money" goes well, I don't know that this storm can be completely resolved.

Uncle Han quickly filled my grandfather's cup with water, thanking him very much, saying that there was nothing valuable at home and that he could not do anything in vain. The cow in the yard was driven away by my grandfather.

During that period, there were no tractors or four-wheelers in the countryside. Farming was all about large animals. From planting to harvesting, it was inevitable that they could not be separated from this. Every family served like a treasure.

When my grandfather heard Uncle Han say this, he waved his hand and told Uncle Han that a fellow villager who lives in the village could do that? That would be to chase you to death! Besides, I, the old man, really don’t care about this.

Uncle Han insisted on keeping the old man for a bite of rice, and specially fried some cabbage and mushrooms, arranged four side dishes, and boiled some roasted rice.

After carefully talking about the "grabbing of money", my grandfather calculated the days and told Uncle Han that he would "raise the grave and pick up the money" in five days.
Chapter completed!