Volume 07

Glorious **: The Great Era of 130 Unparalleled Filial Piety: The passionate filial son angrily splits evil things in the West

Shisandu Town in Guangdong Province is a small town between towns and villages. It is not far from the border of Guangdong-Jiangxi, and it is close to the Long River to the upper reaches of the Eleventh Town. After the Song Dynasty captured Jiangxi, it became prosperous as a line of transportation in Guangdong-Jiangxi. I won’t talk about the number of ships in the river. But the only dirt road in the town has been even more bumpy by the wheels and feet of the government and merchants. The town also came from Haijing. Not only did it know 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 and made them feel that the unchanging life in the town for hundreds of years is different from the Qing Dynasty. It is lively and of course it is messy.

Under the muddy ground 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, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat in the room full of horse manure ignited. Not only did he feel uncomfortable, but his eyes were always looking up at the loophole in the roof, fearing that the heavy rain last night would cause the rotten house to collapse and smash him down.

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

Not only did he turn his head to smile at Fang Bingsheng next to him, but he also smiled at his son behind him. He waved to the room and said, "Son, go back, remember there is cold rice in the pot and water in the jar. Never drink the dirty water on the ground."

This seemed to be a reminder to a child, but he was a middle-aged man in his thirties, but his mouth was crooked and his eyes were slanted. He rubbed two boxes of snacks brought by Fang Bingsheng in his hand, and 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 laughing at the two of them. He shouted in words: "Old Huangpi, is there a business today?" Then he shouted to Fang Bingsheng: "Sir, he is so awesome."

But Fang Bingsheng answered unintentionally. He said all lies to Huang Pi. 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. Moreover, everyone had a hideous face and a fierce look.

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 and slapped him twice 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 there were no scholars in this gang, because the work was very hard and he was not in the city at all, and he spent most of his time in the wilderness.

They wanted 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 toward the distant border of Guangdong-Jiangxi. There were 17 hooligans on the ship. They were covered with machetes, iron sticks, muskets, and 30 hired workers in the warehouse, as well as wooden poles and bundles of ground wires.

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 deserted countryside. Looking at the electric pole being cut down on the ground, Brother Guang beat his chest and stamped his feet: "Who did I offend?!!"

In fact, there are no such evil places as vertical poles in other places.

Upright the telephone poles. The people around the telephone poles do not know what it is. And it will not infringe on the interests of the people. This is not a road construction. Some people also need to move their houses and graves;

The main precautions are those shameless villagers regard the telephone poles as homeless things. They cut them home and burn them as firewood. The telegraph wires are used as solid ropes. The Chinese people are used to suffering and never waste anything.

In this regard, the people in the Telegraph Hall 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 beams and wood; 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 found a good way, which was to find the local village chief or farmer association, which explained that it was official property, and then coaxed and scared him. They would usually give some money to the village to help pay back the official property. Generally, their words worked, and the villagers stopped touching these things after hearing their heads.

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, not to scare him, but to kill him.

But this place is very desolate. Within five miles of surroundings, there is not even a village or farmland. This section of the telegraph line did not follow the main road, but 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 the people from the two villages in front and behind the gap and walks out a path. The places where it passes are wasteland, not even personal.

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?

Seeing 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 and see who the fuck wants me to be hurt!"

"Brother Guang, look at that bastard chopping down the telephone pole, but he doesn't take the pole and wires. Why is he?" Shan Ji held a decerez and installed a gun, looking 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, and 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 the telegram is unlucky." Shan Ji said gritting her teeth: "We have never even touched the fucking edge of their village, and it is not unlucky that we will cut the gap every day."

"Yes, other places are closer to their village. But nothing happened, and there was always something wrong! Search everywhere to see if there are any clues!" Weng Jianguang roared, and sat helplessly on the ground. He wanted to make a fire and burn some water to drink it with an iron kettle, but it started raining again. The boss was so angry that he scolded the bastard's ancestor eight generations in the rain.

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

I was soaked all over and found it dark in the afternoon, and 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 were slept in the wilderness in the rain. Because he was the eldest brother's secretary, he was well treated. He squeezed into the carriage with Weng Jianguang and deputy Zhang. The younger brother and the hired workers slept in the tent. The ground was covered with wet water. I really don't know how they could survive the 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, Fang Bingsheng tossed and turned, and he murmured in his heart: "Sweep the floor with politeness, sweep the floor with politeness, what am I doing? Sweep the floor with politeness for a meal!"

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

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

There were more than a dozen people in two mountains, and they couldn't finish walking for a month. They were crawling up in the rain, using gun handles as crutches, and using machetes to open the grass and searching for them. 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, quickly smashed it to death in the mud with a gun. The pheasant let out a weak voice. It was obvious that he was in a bad mood, and no one was in a good mood. Fang Bingsheng was even more so. He stood on the hillside, sighed and looked at the carriage below, but his mind appeared in his mind that his friend was admitted to the high-ranking official in the court with his legs crossed his legs and read the memorial.

He doesn't want to do it anymore.

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

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

There was a "Ten" character on the wasteland in the west that I searched yesterday. It was made of white stones of different sizes. However, it was impossible to see it when I was on the ground. It was very obvious when I got high on the mountain.

A group of telegrams surrounded the word "Ten" as if they were soaked in the water. Seeing their hall master move away from the big stone in the center, and 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.

"Point the acupoint!" Weng Jianguang was stunned when he looked at the string of things and was used as a burial. It is said that a good Feng Shui treasure land can bring great prosperity to descendants, and even let descendants become emperors and prime ministers.

But after discovering the good land, they usually secretly bought the land secretly, for fear that after the news leaked, someone would rob it and bury his relatives.

Of course, no matter how secret it is, it is necessary to mark it. The cross and the copper coins below just now are exactly the common method of pointing acupoints.

"Isn't this the Borderless Wasteland?" Weng Jianguang was very puzzled, then 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 cemetery.

"No way!" Deputy Old Zhang shouted: "Our telephone pole is on the east side of the road and is close to the west mountain. It's a little closer to the west mountain. There are dozens of feet apart. It's impossible to deal with anything. 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 telegram lines away? It's not for money. Why? He just doesn't want the wires to pass here." Shan Ji very much supported the boss's opinion.

Weng Jianguang pointed at his younger brother and slapped his head, "I know now, why do the two villages say that we are unlucky! It is probably the tomb owner who is doing the land!"

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

"This guy can't even afford to buy land. We don't know which village is the poor land tomb in which 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 thirteenth capital's Huangpi Lao was found out.

This Feng Shui master has been to Kouwai Village many times recently and has surveyed the Feng Shui treasure land 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, but I don’t know if the Feng Shui treasure land in the yellow-pi old appearance is the tomb of the gap.

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 could not defeat a local snake. Without asking about Li Shusheng, the telegram pole there was still dangerous.

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

As soon as he was kidnapped, Weng Jianguang almost beat Huang Pi Lao to death, who blocked his fortune. After a slap in the face, Huang Pi Lao said everything.

He really chose the place for Li Shusheng.

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

The yellow-pi Old Man was pressed on a bench and peeked at it, thinking for a while, and whispered: "I haven't said anything?"

Without saying a word, Weng Jianguang took Huangpi's book, used their wire tools, and Western pliers to pull off a piece of nails. 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! **Believe it or not? When will our Huichuan Hall stop talking?"

"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 had been missing for 10 years and had no body. In the era of bandits rampant, 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 for the people to disappear;

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

The only hope that their brothers felt was good Feng Shui, and they found a good tomb for their father's clothes and mother, and used their parents' death and corpses to change their destiny;

But they were too poor and had no money to find famous Feng Shui masters, but they could only find Feng Shui masters like Huang Pi Lao who were poor;

Huangpi Lao clicked the foot of the Xishan Mountain in Zhonghukou, and he said, "This is a two phoenix playing with the dragon. What a great land! There were two phoenixes in the east and west mountains at that time, and a small river in front of them was a dragon. I, Lao Huang, traveled all over Guangdong. I have never seen such a good land in 40 years. This is a two phoenix playing with the dragon! If your mother dies and is buried here, you two brothers will soon be prosperous! The family is full of descendants, gold and silver are blocked, and when it comes to grandchildren, you can still be the top scholar!"

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

But unexpectedly, shortly after this acupoint was hit, his brother broke his leg on the mountain. He used all his savings to give Huangpi aging and died of no money for treatment.

Li Shusheng was unhappy and went to Huang Pi to argue: You are playing with the dragon with two birds and phoenixes. As soon as you chose it, one of the phoenixes died!

Of course, Huang Pi would not say what he said was wrong. He went on a trip in person, and then found 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 **! It crossed the river and hanged the dragon. Now Feng shui has become the subduing dragon and slaughtering phoenixes. You'd better change the hole, otherwise you won't let the wires come in."

I thought Li Shusheng would question him, but after all, he was already suspicious. Unexpectedly, when he pointed to the telegram line, Li Shusheng didn't say a word and fell silent.

What is this telegram line?

Western evil things!

This is a common consensus!

They are strangely connected to their wooden pillars, which is not a formation, what is it?

It was circulated by the people: the Western factories with black smoke in the town absorbed the essence and blood of young men and women. Then they were transmitted through these formations and cast spells on the front line to the foreign gun team. With this, the foreign gun team was invincible. The telegram line was human blood and it was clear that it was clear: the peasant children entered the Western factories, no matter where they were, there was no place to be tired; there was not a pastoral life with sunrise and sunset, but a production system that combined machines and human resources. The children who were alive worked in the city for a while, and when they came back, they said they were tired. Of course, the Chinese medicine said that there was insufficient qi and blood.

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

The foreign gun team killed the land-clear demon and ran away when they saw it. What does these strange land troops 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 can transmit sounds from thousands of miles away just standing up? This makes no sense!

Moreover, the telephone poles either apply feces or write inauspicious spells, which is very strange!
To be continued...