Zhu Jun turned around and looked at Chu Boyang with a strange expression.

The numerology calculation formulas he listed on the paper were clearly based on the handwritten notes left by the old man to Chu Boyang. How come they were related to Chu Boyang's family heirlooms instead?

Zhu Jun couldn't figure it out, and didn't know how to answer. He could only silently hand the old man's notes back to Chu Boyang, and apologized by saying: "I just... took a look at it twice..."

Chu Boyang frowned, but did not show any anger. He just took back his notes, picked up the calculation formulas listed by Zhu Jun on the table, and read them carefully.

Chu Boyang was about to make a comment, but he heard Zhou Bin shouting anxiously outside the room: "Hey! Xiao Chu! Didn't you faint from hunger? Why don't you want to eat now?"

"Rice?" Chu Boyang was so excited that he rushed out of the room as if his whole body was electrified. Without saying a word, he took the rice bowl from Aunt Zhou's hand and pointed it at the freshly cooked rice in the pressure cooker.

He started ruthlessly, and after filling a full bowl, he finally sat down at the table honestly, opened his mouth and started eating without caring about anything else.

Zhu Jun rushed out after Chu Boyang. He was even more ruthless. After filling the rice bowl, he pressed it down seven or eight times, and then piled the rice high. When the pile was too big to hold the rice, he

Started to sit down and eat happily.

At this time, the rice in the pressure cooker was already empty.

Aunt Zhou looked at the hungry faces of Chu Boyang and Zhu Jun, and couldn't help but shook her head, walked into the kitchen, and washed rice again.

Seeing the two people devouring their food, Zhou Bin couldn't help but sigh. However, he was a man after all. When he sat down, he faced Chu Boyang and asked casually: "Xiao Chu, you are not in Yueyue Village, how can you come back to the town?"

Coming up?"

Chu Boyang took a big mouthful of rice, stuffed two chopsticks of shredded enoki mushroom meat into his mouth, chewed it in his mouth for a long time, and after swallowing it, he calmed down and said to Zhou Bin: "Mayor Zhou, are you really

You don’t know why I came to see you?”

"Nonsense! If I knew, why would I ask you?" Zhou Bin shouted rudely.

"Then do you know what it will be like in four days?" After Chu Boyang said a sentence, he immediately went to work hard to eat.

After listening to Chu Boyang's words, Zhou Bin frowned and thought about it carefully. He didn't expect that he hadn't spoken. When he remembered, Aunt Zhou had already brought the second cooked meal to the table.

"Ah! I remembered! It's my father's taboo day!" Zhou Bin slapped his thigh, saying that his dad's taboo day was as happy as talking about other people's happy days.

But after he was happy, his face showed a hint of sadness.

Chu Boyang thought that Zhou Bin was thinking of his dead father, so he immediately comforted him and said: "Mayor Zhou, people cannot be resurrected after death, not to mention that my father has been dead for so long, you should think about it. Look at me, I

When dad died... I was sad at that time, but I'm much better now. People... can't live in sad memories..."

When Chu Boyang said these words, he actually felt a little uncomfortable, but in order to comfort Zhou Bin, he naturally had to pretend that he had no feelings, so that Zhou Bin could say these words.

But Zhou Bin sighed, and just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhu Jun on the side also spoke: "Uncle Zhou, to be honest, you really don't want to continue to live in painful memories. My father is also dead, so I will

I didn’t think about him… I didn’t think about him… I didn’t…”

Zhu Jun really wanted to comfort Zhou Bin, but as he spoke, he started crying sadly. Tears and snot flowed out quickly, but fortunately they did not fall into the bowl.

Zhou Bin was simply frightened by Zhu Jun's appearance. He stood up quickly, not daring to sit down, and said to Zhu Jun: "Young man, you...don't be excited, people can't be resurrected after death..."

Chu Boyang knew Zhu Jun's surname, so he quickly reached out to hold Zhou Bin's hand, sighed and said, "Mayor Zhou, leave him alone, his head was caught in the door."

"Xiao Chu, how can you say that to me?" Before Zhou Bin could say anything, Zhou angrily blamed Chu Boyang, "I think my father is a filial piety. Your father also left not long ago. The two of you

Why is the gap so big?”

Chu Boyang had nothing to say, so he could only look at Aunt Zhou awkwardly.

Zhou Bin was helping Chu Boyang. He quickly signaled to Aunt Zhou. Aunt Zhou understood and said nothing more. He patted Zhu Jun on the shoulder and said, "Good boy, don't cry. Let's eat well!"

Aunt Zhou was comforting Zhu Jun on the other side, but Zhou Bin sighed and said to Chu Boyang: "Xiao Chu, actually I am not sad that my father died early. After so many years, I have long looked away from these things.

Yes, I just feel a little sorry. Before he died, my father hoped that I could prosper our Zhou family, but now, I have been the deputy mayor for more than ten years, and I am useless. I really have no shame in going back to see me.

My old mother is still alive!"

"This..." Chu Boyang thought in his heart that this is what happened. After thinking about it, he remembered that the old man told him that if he wanted to have a prosperous official career, he must first let Zhou Bin's official career flourish, and then let Zhou Bin's official career flourish.

There is only one way to achieve prosperity, and that is to move the ancestral graves of the Zhou family to Yuexing Mountain.

At this time, since Zhou Bin had already thought in his heart that he had never been promoted and was ashamed of his dead father, Chu Boyang thought that a good opportunity would come and quickly took advantage of it.

"Mayor Zhou, although you are frustrated now, I can see from your face that you should be able to become a high official, which means you must have a problem in some link. As long as you solve this link, if you want to be promoted,

Of course there is no need to say more."

Chu Boyang spoke very confidently, but Zhou Bin became more and more angry as he listened.

When Chu Boyang finished speaking, he slammed the table and said angrily: "Xiao Chu, don't forget, I am a party member and you are also a party member! How can a party member believe in these superstitious ideas? What you just said is completely unacceptable.

After all, it is the superstition of feudalism! I tell you, you must correct your ideological attitude immediately and throw away all the dross of feudalism!"

Zhou Bin spoke so fiercely that Chu Boyang was even startled, but he didn't need to voice his objections, and Aunt Zhou on the side actually came to speak for Chu Boyang.

"Old man, you have to correct your attitude! What did Xiao Chu say wrong? Didn't the fortune teller Ding Zizi at my parents' house three years ago also say that you can obviously be a high official, but because there is something in your destiny?

Dao Kanzi made a mistake, that's why he has been the deputy mayor for so many years without even making any progress!"

After hearing this, Zhou Bin naturally wanted to refute, but Aunt Zhou wouldn't let him speak, and then continued in one breath: "You still say that Xiao Chu is wrong! What kind of superstition is this? This is something passed down from our ancestors.

, what superstition or not! I think Xiao Chu’s thoughts are not wrong at all. There are not many young people who can respect Bodhisattvas and gods now, so we must encourage them!"

After saying this, Zhou Bin naturally argued with Aunt Zhou, while Chu Boyang next to him was sweating drop by drop.

Chu Boyang believed in physiognomy, Feng Shui, and even the power of Taoism. However, he still maintained a somewhat skeptical attitude towards gods, Buddhas, and Bodhisattvas. Moreover, in his memory, his grandfather also told him that he only

I believe in Feng Shui as my lifeline, but I don’t believe in gods and Buddhas all over the sky.

Chu Boyang has been influenced by his grandfather's thoughts since he was a child. Although he later did not believe in those Feng Shui and physiognomy, it is said that it was because of such thoughts when he was a child that he had the perseverance to join the party and become a civil servant.

With this thought, Chu Boyang certainly wanted to object to what Aunt Zhou said, but before he could say anything, Zhou Bin slammed the table and said angrily to Chu Boyang: "Xiao Chu! You can't

You need to know your own identity! How can you promote feudal superstition?"

Chu Boyang looked at Zhou Bin tremblingly, but Aunt Zhou scolded him back: "Zhou, how many times have I told you, this is not superstition! This is true! You..."

"Stop talking!" Zhou Bin immediately interrupted Aunt Zhou and said angrily, "Anyway, those messy blind fortune tellers and lame fortune tellers are all promoting feudal superstition! They have all inquired about you in advance.

I will tell you later that you will believe him if he says he is right about a few things. Isn’t this just to defraud money?"

Charlatans, such people do exist.

But Chu Boyang also knew that fortune telling was actually not speculation, falsehood, or a deceptive thing that collected other people's information in advance. He had done it for himself and could only answer in one word - accurate!

So Chu Boyang immediately said to Zhou Bin: "Mayor Zhou, you said that others are cheating money. You have investigated other people's affairs in advance so that you can tell it, right? What if you tell your own fortune?"

"What a joke! I am a party member and a civil servant, how can I tell my fortune by myself?" Zhou Bin said angrily.

Without saying a word, Chu Boyang ate the rest of the rice in the bowl, then ran to the room where he had just rested, took out the numerology calculation formula written by Zhu Jun and put it in front of Zhou Bin, patted the table and said: "

Mayor Zhou, if you don’t believe it, you can try it yourself!”

Zhou Bin was stunned. Looking at the numerology calculation formula placed in front of him, cold sweat almost dripped down. He could only ask Chu Boyang: "You...what do you mean?"

Chu Boyang clicked on the content on the paper and said: "The meaning is very simple, that is, as long as you match your birth date and eight characters, your life can be calculated by yourself! Others may have inquired about it.

Your news, but you know yourself best and will not ask for your news at all. Try it yourself!"
Chapter completed!