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Volume 1 Rural Storm 005 The village chief invites you

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    "Since ancient times, sons have fooled their fathers. How can a father fool his son? That's settled!" Jia Zhengdao said seriously, then took out a key from his waist, stood up and opened the copper lock on the wooden box behind him.

    When Wang Baoyu saw his godfather's action, he immediately understood what he wanted to do. This box was filled with his godfather's treasures. It was a large box of ancient books, which were usually kept mysteriously locked all day long. It was estimated that this would  Teach yourself something.

    Just as Wang Baoyu expected, Jia Zhengdao stuck out his butt, dug out three thread-bound yellow paper books from the box, and handed them to Wang Baoyu, namely "Kanyu Zhen Interpretation", "Ma Yi Shen Xiang" and "Duanyi Tianji"  .

    Wang Baoyu took these three yellow paper books, which may have been stored for too long. Several books still exuded a slight wood aroma. He held them in his hands and felt heavy, as if he was holding his own future destiny.

    "Baoyu, dad can only teach you Kanyu, which is Feng Shui. Dad doesn't understand the rest. You should study it yourself!" Jia Zhengdao said after sitting down again.

    "My son must study hard and learn all these books. Please rest assured, parents." Wang Baoyu's tone was very firm, and he showed a posture of never looking back until he defeated the enemy.

    "You two, hurry up and eat! It's already cold. If you have anything to do, we'll chat tomorrow." Lin Zhaodi had already finished a bowl of porridge. Seeing that the father and son were just busy, she couldn't help but urge her.

    Wang Baoyu put down the book obediently, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in a big gulp. A sound of "sizzling, sizzling" sounded. Jia Zhengdao also took a piece of corn cake, prepared to break off a piece and put it in his mouth, and started eating.

    At this moment, a voice came from outside the door: "Is Master Jia at home?"

    This is a very familiar man¡¯s voice, which is familiar to everyone in the village, because it is the voice that appears most often on the village loudspeaker.  Jia Zhengdao stood up quickly, got off the kang and put on his shoes, and said urgently: "Village Chief Ma is here, there must be something big going on."

    Jia Zhengdao and Lin Zhaodi both went out to welcome him, but Wang Baoyu did not move. He continued to drink porridge, picked up a piece of dried salty radish, and chewed it in his mouth.  He cursed in his mind: "What the hell is the village chief? His family is allocated the most farmland, and it's all in a good location. The villagers all live in mud houses, but his family already lives in a brick house. He must be a corrupt official!"

    ¡°As for this Ma Shunxi, he is not a local, his mother is.  When he was a child, Ma Shunxi's family was very poor. His father died when he was a teenager. The next year, heavy snow collapsed the two shabby mud houses at home. In addition, the family was not prosperous, so he had no one to rely on.  , his mother really couldn't live any longer, so she took him to her parents' home.

    It was also Ma Shunxi's fortune. When he was in his twenties, he did not know what tricks he used to get married to Zheng Fenglan, the daughter of the old village director. Later, he took over his father-in-law's class and joined the village headquarters. Now he is a member of Dongfeng Village.  The head of the village.

    Following a burst of slightly noisy footsteps, the village chief Ma Shunxi followed Jia Zhengdao and his wife into the house without looking at Wang Baoyu. Wang Baoyu didn't care because he didn't like Ma Shunxi either. This man obviously didn't have any ink in his belly and wore a Chinese tunic suit.  But he carries a pen in his coat pocket every day. No matter how hot the weather is, he always wears a cadre hat on his head. It's very pretentious and disgusting.

    Ma Shunxi put the two bottles of Erguotou and a pack of snacks he was carrying on the table, and sat down on the edge of the kang. Jia Zhengdao sat down opposite. Lin Zhaodi did not sit down, but went to the side and poured a cup of hot water from the thermos bottle.  The water was handed to Ma Shunxi.

    "Village Chief Ma is here so late, what orders do you have?" Jia Zhengdao asked respectfully, sitting upright.

    Ma Shunxi put down the water glass, took out a box of Laodao cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Jia Zhengdao, who quickly took it with both hands. Lin Zhaodi found a match from the cigarette basket, lit it for Ma Shunxi, and then  Give it to Jia Zhengdao.

    Ma Shunxi took a puff of cigarette and then said slowly: "Master Jia, my father's grave was chosen by himself before he passed away. It is dozens of miles away from here. It is inconvenient to go back and forth to visit the grave. I want to move his grave to  Our village also asked Master Jia to choose a cemetery with good feng shui. "

    Wang Baoyu almost laughed when he heard what Ma Shunxi said. Ma Shunxi grew up in his grandma's house, and he stepped in to take advantage of his father-in-law. Now, even his father, who has been dead for decades, has to follow suit, and he doesn't know.  What was he thinking?

    Ma Shunxi pointed to the wine and snacks on the table and said, "This is a little thought. I hope Master Jia won't take it too little."

    When Jia Zhengdao heard what Ma Shunxi said, his eyes shone. No one had come to check Feng Shui for two months. He was really itchy. He quickly said: "It's a trivial matter. Village Chief Ma is so polite. I will definitely give it to your father."  This is a top-notch Feng Shui treasure land. When the time comes, Village Chief Ma might be promoted to another level!"

    Ma Shunxi is obviously dissatisfied with the officialThe first level's words were very useful, and his face was filled with joy, but he said: "Isn't being an official just for serving the people? Master Jia put a lot of effort into moving the tomb, the key is to let dad die in the right place and sleep in peace."  Be safe."

    When Wang Baoyu heard this, he smiled contemptuously, what kind of cadre is this?  With this level of education, he can still get into the position of village chief.  "Die a well-deserved death" and "sleep peacefully" are actually mentioned together. Besides, "die a well-deserved death" is usually used for big shots. His poor father who died might not be able to "sleep peacefully" if he knew that his son was corrupt.  .

    Jia Zhengdao patted his chest and said: "Don't worry, Village Chief Ma. After I selected the tomb site, my family has undergone earth-shaking changes. Zhang Sanfeng of Lijiatun, his son was admitted to university this year; Li Shimin, the accountant of Taiping Village, is now a senior citizen."  The deputy village chief"

    Jia Zhengdao talked endlessly, with a very excited expression, but Wang Baoyu felt very sleepy after listening to it and almost fell asleep.  These great deeds of his godfather were told to whomever. He had listened to them not only 200 times, but also 199 times. Since Ma Shunxi was here, Wang Baoyu still had to bite the bullet, keep his eyes closed, and spent close to 10 seconds.  Half an hour later, I listened to it again.

    Ma Shunxi did not interrupt Jia Zhengdao's words, but listened with interest. During this period, he kept passing out cigarettes. After Jia Zhengdao finished speaking, he stood up and said: "Master Jia's ability, in these ten miles and eight villages, is  Everyone knows that there will be another reward after the cemetery is moved."

    After a few words of greeting, Ma Shunxi stood up and left without much pause. Jia Zhengdao and his wife sent them out. When they came back, Jia Zhengdao suddenly said: "Oh! Why did you forget to ask when the tomb relocation is scheduled to be?  ?¡±

    On the fire bed, Wang Baoyu held three books bound with yellow paper and thread, leaned against the fire wall, and was already snoring.
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