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Meng Dong and Lao Chen looked at each other, it must have been too fast, and hurriedly asked: "Grandpa, who wants to buy it? Have you paid?"

Grandpa shook his head, "Your third grandpa, the money hasn't been paid yet. We originally planned to sell it after we move out."

Meng Dong picked up the phone and made a direct call, and the voice rang out after a while.

Meng Dong said with a serious face: "Third Grandfather, I'd better call you the village chief, my old foundation is not for sale anymore."

"Don't sell it. Is the current foundation not suitable? Which piece of land are you looking at? The piece of land at the entrance of the village belongs to my family. Just tell me."

"Village Chief, the original base of my family will never be sold. This one has already been bought, and the accident is due to our bad luck, so there is no need to refund the money."

Grandpa had discussed this homestead a long time ago. Although it was a piece of wasteland, it still cost 6 yuan. Meng Dong didn't care about the 6 yuan, and he didn't have to come back. It was already traded. Not good.

Over there, the village head became anxious all of a sudden, and quickly persuaded: "Don't worry, we've already talked about it, you can ask your grandfather, if you like someone else's house, I can also help you talk about it, I guarantee it will be fine."

Meng Dong didn't bother to talk to him anymore, so he just hung up.

Grandma whispered from the side: "Xiaodong, is it because he wants to harm us!"

Meng Dong nodded, "I have this idea, but when it comes to feng shui, our village doesn't pay much attention to it. At most, we choose a good place by ourselves, and then ask someone to see a day to start construction to make it auspicious.

The third grandpa wants to buy our base, which is fine, but he instructs Mr. Chen to let us sit northeast to southwest, with the door facing the main road, in order to kill us, but I don’t know how cruel he is. "

Meng Dong didn't pay much attention to Feng Shui either. With his current ability, he could change it if he wanted to, but these advantages and disadvantages are things that flow forever. Even in a place where money is lost, no matter how much money is lost, it can't keep up with the speed of making money.

With his medical skills, he can also ensure the health of the whole family.

Grandpa still couldn't believe it and said, "Xiaodong, don't talk nonsense, your third grandpa and I are cousins."

Grandma pulled him down, complaining a bit: "You treat others as brothers, but others don't treat you as brothers. When there are welfares in the village, he deliberately avoids our family. Xiaodong has never dealt with his family Meng Rong since he was a child. Mostly he indulged."

This is the case in many rural areas. A village is basically related to relatives, but many relationships are not harmonious.

Those of the older generation who went out to work also did their own things, and they were not united at all, otherwise why would they be so miserable.

At this moment, Lao Chen had already gone down, touched some blood-colored soil with his hand, smelled it on his nose, raised his head and said, "This is blood!"

Meng Dong also jumped down, grandma was a little anxious on top, but was stopped by grandpa, you have to trust grandson.

Turn on the qi-watching technique, and look down, there is actually a pattern of four rooms and one living room underground, and further down, there is a long line of bloody evil, like a river.

Lao Chen was about to dig with a hoe, but Meng Dong stopped him and said in a low voice, "The source is not here, it's in the mountains, there should be a large tomb below."

Old Chen resolutely gave up.

Some villagers also gathered around at this moment, Uncle Li looked at Lao Chen in a Tang suit, and said with a smile: "Xiao Dong, did you still invite a Feng Shui master back?"

"Yes!"

"Then help me check Feng Shui, and find a cemetery for your Seventh Grandpa and me, so that the younger generation can enjoy the blessing!"

"Seventh Grandfather, our Mengjia Village has beautiful mountains and clear waters. It is a place of good geomantic omens. Anywhere is fine. Let me see you live a long life."

……

A group of people cheered and laughed, Meng Dong circled it up, and it would be fine if no one touched those bloody soils.

After returning home, sitting at the door with Lao Chen drinking tea, Lao Chen suddenly asked: "Your voice is so low, how big is the tomb below? Could it be because you want to... Hehe!"

"Ahem, what are you thinking, Xiaodong?"

Meng Dong was taken aback by Shu Ruoning's sudden appearance, and was about to explain, but Lao Chen patted him on the shoulder, shook his head and said with emotion: "Don't think about it, that's the entrance of the village, there are still people living next to it, and there are problems with blood and soil, how can we steal it? "

"boom!"

Meng Dong was directly applauded by Shu Ruoning. He looked at Lao Chen with some complaints, but found him snickering.

Old Chen raised his head and said, "I'm an upright person. I'll call the archaeological experts to come and deal with it. Is it okay?"

Meng Dong gave him a blank look, you are the only one who is upright, last time you said you wanted to find a few local masters and take him to visit the tomb.

Shu Ruoning hurriedly said: "This thing belongs to the country, and the bloody soil is also a trouble, Xiaodong, don't you think so?"

Meng Dong said helplessly: "Yes, yes, sister Ruoning is right, Lao Chen, please call quickly! My grandfather found out, remember to give money and a pennant."

"necessary!"

Amid Lao Chen's laughter, Meng Dong sighed.

The next day, the archaeological team was led by the mayor, who greeted them at the entrance of the village with everyone.

Several vans drove in swaying from side to side, and a group of people vomited after getting out of the car, which made everyone quite embarrassed. The mayor also helped an old man and said with emotion: "Professor Zhou, our town is still relatively backward, you suffer gone."

Professor Zhou shook his hand, "It's okay, we haven't suffered a lot, but the cement road is going to be built here, and I will apply to the city."

"I'm not even sure if it's an ancient tomb, you..."

"Definitely!"

Professor Zhou led people to the base of Meng Dong's house, and the teachers and students behind him quickly covered their mouths. The smell of blood was too strong. There was a bold student beside him who jumped in and wanted to grab the bloody soil. Was reprimanded by Professor Zhou.

A female student with twin ponytails took out a compass, looked around, frowned and said, "Teacher, the terrain here is scattered, who would build a tomb here?"

Professor Zhou glanced at it and asked, "Are you sure it's not a geomantic treasure?"

The female student shook her head, "I still want to see the stars at night, but I don't think this should be an auspicious place."

Meng Dong smiled and said, "You're thinking wrong. This ancient tomb has been around for at least 1000 years. Later, people lived here, and the surrounding mountains have been leveled by our ancestors. Naturally, Feng Shui has also been destroyed!"

The male student who was reprimanded before looked at the shape of the excavation, and said with a sneer: "There are troublemakers out of poor mountains and rivers, and they dare to sit northeast to southwest, with the door facing the main road, so stupid and unwilling."

As soon as the village head said this, he was embarrassed, and immediately laughed: "People in our village don't understand this, so they built it casually."

But Meng Dong saw that his grandfather's face was not very good, so he scolded: "What? Do you look down on us rural people?"

The male student glanced at Meng Dong, sneered and said, "I just look down on it, do you have any objections?"