Shisandu Town in Guangdong Province is a small town between towns and villages. It is not far from the border of Guangdong-Jiangxi. It is both close to the Long River and the upper reaches of the Eleventh Town. After the Song Dynasty captured Jiangxi, it was a line of transportation in Guangdong-Jiangxi. It also began to flourish. I won’t say that there are more and more ships in the river. But the only dirt road in the town has been trampled by the wheels and feet of the government and merchants. The town also came from Haijing. Not only did it be medical skills, but it also opened a nursery hall to take in abandoned baby girls and disabled babies. This has become a topic of relish. It also made them feel that the unchanging life in the town for hundreds of years is different from the Qing Dynasty. Of course, it is also messy.

In the mud that had just rained and the gaze of a group of native dogs, Fang Bingsheng carefully held an old man with yellow hair, opened the fence door woven by the tree branches, and stood in the mud. Then he looked at the dirt house that had just come out and breathed a sigh of relief. He sat in the room full of horse manure ignited. Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but his eyes were always looking up at the loopholes on the roof, for fear that the heavy rain last night would cause the broken house to collapse and smash him down.

The old man he was holding was brown and had a small braid. His skin was shriveled. The wrinkles were like a knife to carve the hardships of time on his face. But at this moment, he was pulling his old robe. Every wrinkle stretched out, revealing the black texture formed by the cracks in the deep wrinkles. He smiled happily.

Not only did he turn his head to smile at his son behind him. He waved to the room and said, "Son, go back. Remember that there is cold rice in the pot and water in the jar. Never drink dirty water."

This seemed to be a reminder to a child. It was about a middle-aged man in his thirties. His mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. He rubbed two boxes of snacks brought by Fang Bingsheng in his hand. His saliva flowed down his chin. He was a fool.

"Master Huang, please go here. The carriage is waiting for you." Fang Bingsheng carefully stepped over a sewage puddle and reached out to the old man holding the bag.

An old man selling vegetables next to him was smoking a dry tobacco and laughed at the two of them. He shouted in a conversation: "Old Huangpi, is there a business today?" Then he shouted at the other party Bingsheng: "Sir, he is so awesome."

But Fang Bingsheng answered unintentionally. He said all lies to Huang Pi Lao. What would happen to the consequences of this lies? Fang Bingsheng, a Confucian scholar who is familiar with loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, has no time to worry about it.

Huang Pi Lao lifted the curtain and climbed up a two-wheeled carriage at the entrance of the alley from the rear of the car. When he looked up, he found that the carriage seemed to be filled with people. Everyone had a hideous face and was full of fierce eyes.

He was stunned for a moment and smiled and said, "Are you relatives of Brother Liu (the pseudonym that Fang Bingsheng told him)?"

The answer to him was the strong man opposite grabbed his front and pulled him into the car. Then a group of people broke his front teeth. After slapped two times on the face, the strong man shouted: "What did you damn Lao Bi say?" From Haijing, he followed the gangsters from the Telegraph Hall. Fang Bingsheng quickly understood why this gang had no scholars anymore. Because the work was very hard, and he was not in the city at all. He spent most of his time in the wilderness.

They had to manage the telegram poles from Huizhou to Ganzhou. Once they arrived in Huizhou, they stayed for less than a morning. The entire army immediately set out to fight to the distant border of Guangdong-Jiangxi. There were 17 hooligans on the ship. They were covered with machetes, iron rods, muskets, and 3 hired workers in the warehouse, as well as wooden poles and bundles of unknown power lines.

After arriving at the place where Brother Guang said, dozens of people led people to carry them. They walked dozens of miles and brought the things to a completely wilderness. Looking at the telephone pole that was cut down, Brother Guang beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Who is my fault?!!"

In fact, other vertical telephone poles are not as evil as this one.

Upright the telephone poles. Neither the erected person nor the people around the telephone poles know what it is. It will not infringe on the interests of the people. This is not a road construction. Some people need to move their houses and graves;

The main thing to prevent is that those shameless villagers regard the telephone poles as ownerless things. They cut them home and burn them as firewood. The telegraph wires are used as strong ropes. The Chinese people are used to suffering and never waste anything.

In this regard, the people in the Telegraph Hall have used various measures, such as applying manure to the lower half of the telephone pole. This is to prevent the people from climbing; use inferior wood as materials to prevent the people from stealing and making beams; pile thorns on the telephone pole to prevent people from getting close to livestock; apply the words "kill", "death", "blood" and other words on the telephone pole to intimidate the people.

But this is not effective.

Later, all the contractors discovered a good way. They were to find a village chief or a farmer's association to be the one who was a village chief. They said that this was official property. Then they coaxed and scared them. They would usually give some money to the village to help them pay back the official property. Generally, their words worked. After hearing their heads, the villagers stopped touching these things.

However, Weng Jianguang was confused at this moment. After beating his chest and stamping his feet, he pulled out his revolver and looked around. If the guy who knocked down the telephone pole appeared at this moment, he would immediately pull out his gun and shoot. It was not to scare him, but to kill him.

But the square is very desolate. Within five miles of surroundings, there is not even a village or farmland. This telegraph line did not follow the main road. Instead, it chose the closest distance to save money.

It passes through a small gap between the two mountains, crosses a small river to the north, and follows a path that people from the two villages step out before and after the gap. Everything passing through is deserted and there is not even a personal cigarette.

However, this is the most harmless telegram line that is damaged four times. Who would be so boring that it can't get through this line?

Watching the hired workers erecting the telegram pole, Brother Guang held up his pistol and shouted at a group of tattooed men: "After the project is completed, we won't leave! Let's just guard here. See who wants me to be harmed!"

"Brother Guang, look at that bastard chopped down the telephone pole. But he didn't take the pole and wires. Why did he?" Shan Ji held a pole of Deseres and installed a gun. He looked at the wilderness in confusion. It's not a fight now. This time they will use guns to kill the beast without restraint. If they can find it.

"Anyway, it's either Koubei Village or Kouwai Village." Brother Zhang rubbed his teeth and looked around. Of course, he couldn't see any village. This Koubei Village is five miles north of Hukou. Kouwai Village is five miles south of Hukou: "Does anyone want to blackmail us money? You should go to the village to ask."

"What a big deal. They won't let them enter the village at all!" Shan Ji said angrily.

Fang Bingsheng, who had been listening, kept a flintlock gun on his back and asked, "Why don't you let me enter the village?"

"I don't know. They said that the telegram is unlucky." Shan Ji said gritting her teeth: "We have never even touched the edge of their village. And it's not that it's not good to cut the gap every day."

"Yes. Others are closer to their village. But nothing happened. There was always something wrong! You search everywhere to see if there were any clues!" Weng Jianguang roared. He sat helplessly. He wanted to make a fire and burn some water to drink it with an iron kettle. Unfortunately, it started to rain again. The boss was so angry that he scolded the bastard's ancestors in the rain.

In the rain, Fang Bingsheng and a group of thugs were scattered on the huge wasteland around the gap. From the collapsed telephone poles on this side of the road, they looked to the other side of the road. But there were no traces except the startled roe deer and a few snakes.

I was soaked all over and found it dark in the afternoon. No one got anything. Weng Jianguang gritted his teeth and said, "I'll stay here this time! Keep looking tomorrow!"

This night made Fang Bingsheng realize how difficult it is to make money.

Dozens of people slept in the wilderness in the rain. Because he was the eldest brother's secretary, he was better off. He squeezed into the carriage with Weng Jianguang and deputy Zhang. The younger brother and the hired workers slept in the tent. The water was covered with wet. I really don't know how they got through this night. Because they couldn't make a fire, everyone ate dry food and drank some rain water.

In the carriage, listening to the two elder brothers next to him snore like thunder. Fang Bingsheng tossed and turned. He murmured in his heart: "Sweeping with politeness. Sweeping with politeness. What am I doing? Sweeping with politeness for a meal!"

When everyone woke up the next day, they looked tired.

The rain was even heavier. Weng Jianguang had no intention of bypassing his subordinates. The hired workers continued to erect telephone poles in the rain and connected the telegram lines. Since the thugs had nothing to find, then search the mountains.

Two mountains, more than a dozen people, can't finish it in a month. They were crawling up in the rain, using gun handles as crutches, and using machetes to open the grass. They searched for it. Everyone was like mud monkeys. And they were desperate that they didn't know what to look for. A five-ring snake rushed out of the grass under the tip of the pheasant machete. Fang Bingsheng, a farmer's child, quickly smashed it to death in the mud with a gun. The pheasant made a weak shout. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood. Everyone was in a bad mood. Fang Bingsheng was even more so. He stood on the hillside and sighed and looked at the carriage below. But in his mind, he knew that his friend was admitted to the high-ranking official and was reading the memorial with his legs crossed in the court.

He doesn't want to do it anymore.

However, after seeing this, the scholar was stunned for a moment. He wiped the rain all over his eyes with the back of his hand and looked carefully.

"Master! There is something on the side!" Fang Bingsheng ran down the wet hillside. Later, he simply sat on the grass and mud and slid down.

The word "Ten" on the west desert I searched yesterday was placed on it. It was made of a stone of different sizes. However, it was impossible to see it when I was on it. It was very obvious when I got on the mountain.

A group of telegrams that were like chickens were pouring around the word "Ten". Watching their hall master move away from the big stone in the center, then a group of insects of unknown names ran out around. Weng Jianguang pulled out the machete from his waist and dug it in there with the tip of the knife. After a few strokes, the tip of the knife touched something.

He raised his knife and hung a string of things on it. Fang Bingsheng picked it off and touched the wet mud and grass roots on it, revealing three copper coins strung together with red thread.

"Press the acupoint!" Weng Jianguang looked at the string of things and was stunned for the use of the treasures for burial. It is said that good Feng Shui treasures can bring great success to descendants and even let their descendants become emperors and prime ministers.

But after discovering the good one, it is usually secretly unrecognized. I secretly bought it, for fear that after the news leaked, someone robbed it and buried his relatives.

Of course, no matter how secret it is, you must not miss mark it. The cross and the copper coins below just now are exactly the common method of pointing acupoints.

"Isn't this the Lordless Wilderness?" Weng Jianguang was very puzzled. Then he turned his head and looked at the back. He said in disbelief: "It's not Feng Shui, is it?"

He means that some people think that the telephone poles delayed the Feng Shui of their tomb.

"No way!" Deputy Old Zhang shouted: "Our telephone pole is on the east side of the road and is close to the west side. It's close to the west side. There are dozens of feet apart. There is nothing wrong with it. Does it affect his Feng Shui?"

"If it's not Feng Shui, why did he cut our telephone poles four times? And he didn't drag the wooden pillars and telegraph wires away? It's not for money. Why? He just doesn't want the wires to pass here." Shan Ji's opinion was very big.

Weng Jianguang pointed at his younger brother and slapped his head and said, "I understand now. Why do the two villages say that we are unlucky? It is probably the tomb owner who did it!"

"But who is this tomb owner? Isn't it Huang?" Fang Bingsheng asked.

"This guy can't even afford it. We don't know which village is the tomb of Kuangbi from this village?!" Weng Jianguang gritted his teeth and cut his knife: "Let me find someone to ask. Who has seen the fountain around him?"

Fang Bingsheng came in handy. His family was nearby. There was an aunt from another village who had a relative from Koubei Village. After asking, she found out that the old man from Thirteen Capital was Huangpi.

This Feng Shui master has been to Kouwai Village many times recently. He has inspected Feng Shui treasures for a man named Li Shusheng. It is said that this kid is very poor and makes a living by hunting. He can't afford to marry a wife even when he is almost 30 years old. There is only a blind mother in the family.

All the details match. I just don’t know if the Feng Shui treasure that Huangpi is the tomb of the Kuokou.

Weng Jianguang had already made up his mind to solve this problem once and for all. Otherwise, they would not be able to live there. A strong dragon cannot defeat a snake. If you don’t ask about Li Shusheng, the telegram pole there is still dangerous.

So Fang Bingsheng, who was gentle and gentle, seemed to be a kidnapper. He carried two boxes of snacks and pretended to be Liu Ersheng. He lived nearby. He wanted to invite the master to check Feng Shui. Of course, Huangpi Lao was very happy. He and his foolish son all made a living by Feng Shui.

Once he was kidnapped, Weng Jianguang almost beat Huang Pi Lao to death, who blocked his fortune. After a slap, Huang Pi Lao said everything.

That party was indeed chosen by him for Li Shusheng.

"Then what did you say about the telephone poles?" Weng Jianguang asked gritted his teeth in an abandoned mountain temple.

The old man Huangpi, who was pressed on a bench, peeked at him, thought for a while, and whispered: "I haven't said anything?"

Weng Jianguang didn't say anything. He took Huangpi's book and used their wire tools. He pulled off a piece of nails with his pliers. Amid Huangpi's screams, Weng Jianguang pointed to the direction of Shisandu Town and shouted loudly: "Don't you say it? I'll burn your dilapidated house now and burn your fool's son to death! Do you believe it? When will our Huichuantang not forget about it?"

"I said!" Huangpi Old Man screamed with his bloody hands.

It turned out that Li Shusheng's family was very unfortunate. Not to mention the family's hardship, his father was missing for a year and there was no body. In the era of bandits, I don't know if he was killed by bandits, kidnapped and sold piglets to Nanyang, or fell off a cliff and died. These are common ways of disappearing by the people;

My mother was blinded by crying. There were two brothers in the family. They were almost 30 years old and could only be bachelors. They saw that the family was in disgrace.

The only hope that their brothers feel is good Feng Shui. Find a good tomb for their father's clothes and mother. Use their parents' death and corpses to let their brothers change their destiny;

But they were too poor. They had no money to find famous Feng Shui masters. They could only find Feng Shui masters like Huang Pi Lao who were poor.

Huangpi Lao pointed to the bottom of the Xishan Mountain in Zhonghukou. He said, "This is a two phoenix playing with the dragon. How good! Two mountains in the east and west at that time, there were two phoenixes. A small river in front of them was across the river. That was a dragon. I, Lao Huang, traveled all over Guangdong. I have seen Feng Shui for 40 years. I have never seen such a good one. This is a two phoenix playing with the dragon! If your mother dies and is buried here, you will soon be prosperous! The family is full of descendants, and gold and silver are blocked. And when it comes to grandchildren, you can still be round!"

The Li Shusheng brothers were naturally full of joy and gave all their savings to Huangpi Lao.

But unexpectedly, not long after this acupoint was pressed, his brother broke his leg on the mountain. He used all his savings to give Huangpi aging. He died even if he had no money to treat him.

Li Shusheng was unhappy and went to Huangpi to argue: You are playing with the dragon with two birds and phoenixes. Just after choosing the right one, the phoenix died!

Of course, Huang Pi would not say what he said was wrong. He went on a trip in person and found out the problem. He pointed to the row of telephone poles inserted into the gap and said, "It is this Western evil thing that broke the Feng Shui of this beautiful hole! It crossed the river and hanged the dragon. Now the Feng Shui has become the subduing dragon and slaughtering phoenixes. You'd better change the hole. Otherwise, don't let the wires come in."

I thought Li Shusheng would question him. After all, he was already suspicious. Unexpectedly, pointing at the telegram line, Li Shusheng didn't say a word and was silent.

What is this telegram line?

Western evil things!

This is a common consensus!

Their strangely lonely wooden pillars are connected with lines. Isn't this a formation?

It was circulated by the people: the Western factories with black smoke in the town absorbed the essence and blood of boys and girls, and then passed them out through these formations. Cast spells on the front line. With this, the foreign gun team was invincible---the human blood flowed in the telegram line!

It is clear to think about it: the peasant children entered a Western factory. No matter where they were, they were not tired; there was not a pastoral life that rose and sunset, but a production system that combined machines and manpower. The children who were alive worked in the city for a while and said they were tired when they came back. Of course, the traditional Chinese medicine said that there was insufficient qi and blood.

Foreigners and fake foreigners are rampant in the city. Everyone is arrogant and has money. Where does this money come from?

The Qing Yao killed by the foreign gun team ran away when they saw it. What does these strange armies have to do with the popular foreign religions?

So what is the strange "clothes rack" inserted into the fields recently?

They say they can transmit sounds from thousands of miles away, but they can't see any use. They just stand up and can transmit sounds from thousands of miles away? This makes no sense!

Moreover, the telephone poles either apply feces or write inauspicious spells. This is very strange!

However, once the various monsters on it are linked together, it is easy for the people to explain it with gods and ghosts. They can only explain it with gods and ghosts--Western evil magic requires blood. The telegram line is to convey blood.

If you don’t understand, you will be afraid. If you fear, you will be hatred.
To be continued...