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The lack of knowledge filled Chu Boyang's heart with the desire to learn Feng Shui and its techniques.

At this time, the two of them happened to pass by the door of Chu Boyang's residence. Chu Boyang asked Zhang Guafu to wait outside the door, while he ran back into the house, and came out again thirty seconds later, with an extra strip on his hand.

"Yongfa" cigarettes.

"Hey, Grandpa Zhang likes cigarettes." Chu Boyang said after starting again next to Zhang Guafu.

"You brat, you are quite thoughtful. Take more care of Zhang Qingzhi from now on. After all, he is still your uncle." Zhang Guafu said.

"What, you said Zhang Laohan is my uncle? I have the same ancestral home as him. Although I work with the same surname as him, and I feel some intimacy when I see him, we should not be related to relatives." Chu.

Boyang was obviously full of doubts.

"I'm just guessing now. As for whether it's true or not, the answer will be clear after I get to his house." Zhang Guafu said with confidence.

Chu Boyang led Zhang Guafu to find Zhang Laohan this time. He originally thought that Zhang Guafu and Zhang Laohan had a good chat when they entered the village, so he went to talk about it. Unexpectedly, Zhang Guafu still took him to recognize his relatives.

of.

However, this made Chu Boyang full of interest. You must know that his family used to be a master of metaphysics, and this hexagram master is suspected to be a senior in his family. Chu Boyang speculated based on this, if this old man is really

Could it be that the senior member of my family is also a hidden master? If so, that would be great. But if that is the case, this old fool has hidden it too deeply.

With expectations, Chu Boyang quickly brought Zhang Guafu to Zhang Laohan's home.

Zhang Laohan's home is a dilapidated yellow mud house. When his mother and son wandered to Yueyue Village in the early years, the villagers worked together to build it for them out of good intentions. It has been renovated countless times. After all, this house

It has a history of fifty years. The lifespan of this yellow mud house is longer than the houses built by some unscrupulous builders today. I have to say that this is an irony.

The yellow mud house is about fifty square meters, divided into two small rooms, one on the left and one on the right. In the middle is the living room and dining room. The kitchen is outside the house. It is a shed built by Zhang Laohan with simple materials.

When Chu Boyang and Zhang Guafu arrived, the door of the house was open. The former told the latter that during this year, except when it was cold, Zhang Laohan never locked the door. Because he and Zhang Laohan

He was already familiar with it, so Chu Boyang didn't wait for Zhang Laohan to come out to greet him, and called "Grandpa Zhang" while waiting for Zhang Guafu to come in.

At this moment, Zhang Laohan was sitting on the homemade wicker chair in the living room, holding a cigarette in his mouth, squinting his eyes, and enjoying it. When he heard Chu Boyang calling him, he slowly opened his eyes and did not intend to get up to greet him, "Mr. Xiao Chu,

You're here to chat with me, come in, come in."

"Grandpa Zhang, I didn't know it was me who came to chat with you today. I brought my great-grandpa here." Chu Boyang said, and he and Zhang Guafu came to Zhang Laohan.

Only then did Zhang Laohan realize that Zhang Guafu had also come over, and he hurriedly stood up from the rocking chair. Even though he was over sixty years old, his movements were still very nimble. "Brother Zhang, you are here.

, Sit down, sit down." Zhang Laohan found a stool, wiped it clean with his sleeves, and then placed it next to Zhang Guafu.

After putting the stools on the other side, he ran out and came in with a sieve of freshly cooked red sweet potatoes. "Brother Zhang, I have nothing to entertain you. Hehe, eat the sweet potatoes, eat the sweet potatoes, hehe."

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Zhang Guafu heard Chu Boyang say that Zhang Laohan's life was not good. He was childless and alone. There were only two or three acres of mountain land in the village. In the early years, the villagers of Yueyue Village looked at their mother and son and gave them to them.

Most of the annual harvest from the fields is sold, and not much money can be exchanged for it. What is left is just enough to solve Zhang Laohan's food problem.

In order not to embarrass Zhang Laohan, Zhang Guafu chuckled, picked up a big sweet potato, peeled it off without saying a word, ate it with big mouthfuls, and kept praising how sweet and delicious it was until Chu Boyang couldn't help it anymore.

After peeling one off and eating it, I realized that Zhang Guafu was not completely deceived. This sweet potato grown by Lao Han was really the sweetest sweet potato he had ever tasted.

Zhang Laohan watched the two of them eating sweet potatoes one by one, and felt comfortable. After chatting for a while, Zhang Guafu couldn't hold the sweet potatoes in his stomach anymore, so he wiped his hands with the hand towel prepared by Zhang Laohan, and then touched them.

Touch your belly.

At this time, Chu Boyang, who was following him, heard a long fart sound. Chu Boyang couldn't hold back his laughter, but slowly he smelled a smell and immediately held his breath; waiting for Chu Boyang

When Boyang thought the stench was about to pass, he heard another fart sound like a trumpet. At this time, Chu Boyang was about to breathe out, and the stinky fart was almost sucked out by Chu Boyang.

Now Zhang Guafu was embarrassed and wanted to laugh, but Zhang Laohan was holding it in, looking at Zhang Guafu as if he wanted to laugh or not. In the end, Chu Boyang's disgusting look made them both burst into laughter.

.And at this moment, it was Chu Boyang's turn to let out a long, big, smelly fart, which made the two people who were laughing immediately closed their mouths and covered their mouths and noses, casting contemptuous glances at Chu Boyang.

Chu Boyang got his revenge and he smiled.

A little farce made the atmosphere between the three of them seem very homely, harmonious and loving. Zhang Guafu adjusted his mood and said to Zhang Laohan: "Qingzhi, I came here mainly because I want to see

Is it convenient for your mother to leave you a relic?"

"Brother Zhang, you're welcome. Didn't I promise you this morning? You can take a look if you want. Anyway, we don't have any treasures at home." With that said, Zhang Laohan walked back to the room, and after a while he moved out a large wooden box.

There is a large Chinese character "Zhang" written on the side, and next to the Chinese character "Zhang" there is a slightly smaller Chinese character "No. 7". The wooden box is very old and has signs of rot at the bottom due to moisture.

Seeing the condition of the wooden box, Zhang Guafu felt a pang of regret in his heart, and he scolded Zhang Laohan in his heart: "You don't keep the things my mother left behind properly, you damn child."

As a result, after Zhang Laohan opened the wooden box for him, he immediately changed his view of Zhang Laohan. Everything inside was tightly wrapped in at least three layers of plastic paper, and everything was neatly placed in categories.

After carefully looking through it, I found that inside the wooden box was actually a set of magical instruments, including a small rosewood compass inlaid with jade, a small wooden sword with a rosewood handle inlaid with jade, a bell made of brass, and a gilt set of three.

There were a bunch of copper coins, a set of yellow filigree Taoist uniforms, and other seals that Chu Boyang didn't know what they were used for.

In addition to this set of magical instruments, there is also an iron box and a locked copper box.
Chapter completed!