"Mr. Fu is still knowledgeable. We didn't expect that there are so many things in this family tree."
Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Fu Xinghai laughed, waved his hands and said: "Xiaobao, don't say that. In fact, you can't tell anything just by looking at the genealogy. I have to refer to the county annals of your county to find out.
Something useful."
“What is a county journal?”
Su Guihua, who was sitting aside, couldn't help but asked curiously.
Fu Xinghai smiled and said: "Actually, it is the history of your county."
"Where can I find this thing?" Su Guihua asked again.
Fu Xinghai thought for a moment and said, "Your county cultural center has it. I'm thinking of going to have a look in the afternoon."
"Mr. Fu, let's eat first."
Yang Xiaobao picked up a glass of wine and toasted to Mr. Fu.
Sitting next to Yang Xiaobao is Fu Xinghai's driver.
Four people, chatting while eating.
"Xiaobao, do you know anyone at the county cultural center?" Fu Xinghai asked.
Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said: "To be honest, there really isn't any, but I can help you ask."
"That's great." Fu Xinghai said with a smile.
After eating too much, Yang Xiaobao called Mr. Xue and explained the situation and asked if he could introduce some friends he knew.
"You have finally found someone. The director of the cultural center is my chess friend. We often play chess together. I will call him now and ask him to wait for you at the cultural center in the afternoon."
"Mr. Xue, thank you very much."
"Xiaobao, you are being polite when you say this. Compared to what you have done for our Pan family, what I have done is really too little."
After hanging up the phone with Mr. Xue, Yang Xiaobao sent Xue Jinglun's words to Fu Xingyuan.
"It's really great. I will go to the County Cultural Center this afternoon."
"I'll go with you." Yang Xiaobao took the initiative.
He was aroused by Fu Xingyuan and wanted to check out the history of Stone Village, especially what the mountain god told him that day that one of his ancestors suppressed the rabbit demon under the stone.
When the rabbit demon was released, he called Yang Xiaobao "Old Yang".
Yang Xiaobao knew that the person calling the rabbit demon was definitely not him, but the person who pushed it under the stone.
They both have the same surname of Yang, so there must be something to do with it.
After dinner, Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan took the car to the county cultural center.
Not long after leaving the village, I saw a Mercedes Benz approaching.
Seeing this car, Yang Xiaobao immediately pressed the window.
Coincidentally, the other party also pressed the car window at this time.
As they passed each other, Yang Xiaobao looked at the car, and the people in that car also looked this way.
It was none other than Yang Hongfei.
Sitting next to Yang Hongfei was Ji Mengjiu.
Fu Xingyuan also saw Ji Mengjiu at this time.
The eyes of the four people collided and flashed past.
"It's Yang Hongfei and that Feng Shui expert Ji Mengjiu," Yang Xiaobao said.
"I know that Ji Mengjiu," Fu Xingyuan said lightly, "I even called him before."
Hearing what Fu Xingyuan said, Yang Xiaobao was surprised. He never expected that Fu Xingyuan actually knew Ji Mengjiu.
And he didn't reveal this on the phone yesterday.
"How did you guys meet?" Yang Xiaobao asked curiously.
Fu Xingyuan smiled and said: "We are colleagues, is it not easy to get to know each other?"
Yang Xiaobao said oh and nodded, thinking so.
"So, how is your relationship?" Yang Xiaobao asked again.
"It can be said that people with different ideas do not work together, and I always feel that Ji Mengjiu is just trying to gain fame and reputation, but he has no real ability."
It seems that what he said is not bad at all.
Fu Xingyuan didn't seem to have a good impression of his colleague.
At this time, Ji Mengjiu was also talking to Yang Hongfei about Fu Xingyuan.
"Why is this Fu Xingyuan with Yang Xiaobao?"
When Ji Mengjiu saw Fu Xingyuan, his expression changed and he said with some displeasure.
Yang Hongfei snorted and asked in surprise: "The Fu Xingyuan you are talking about is the old man sitting with Yang Xiaobao?"
"Yes, that's him." Ji Mengjiu nodded and said.
"What does this Fu Xingyuan do?" Yang Hongfei asked.
Ji Mengjiu smiled and said, "Just like me, he is just a Feng Shui master."
"Why did Yang Xiaobao hire a Feng Shui master?" Yang Hongfei asked in confusion.
Ji Mengjiu snorted and said calmly: "What else can we do? It must be because of the mountain behind Stone Village. Maybe the so-called ghost is the work of Fu Xingyuan."
After hearing Ji Mengjiu's words, Yang Hongfei's face turned cold instantly.
Ji Mengjiu himself knew that his abilities were not as great as Fu Xingyuan's.
So in order to prevent Fu Xingyuan from ruining his good deeds, he must find a way to get rid of this guy.
"Young Master Yang, you have to be careful, don't let this guy ruin our good deeds," Ji Mengjiu said.
"Don't worry, I will find a way to get rid of this Fu Xingyuan."
After Yang Hongfei finished speaking, he suddenly asked: "Master Ji, do you really have a way to get rid of that ghost? What if we run into him again this time?"
Ji Mengjiu smiled, took out a bracelet from his pocket, and said, "Young Master Yang, a Bodhi bracelet, you wear it first."
Yang Hongfei saw a very simple string of Xingyue Bodhi.
On Ji Mengjiu's wrist, there was a string exactly like his.
"Master Ji, is this bracelet really useful?" Yang Hongfei asked with some doubt.
"Of course." Ji Mengjiu said with a smile, "These are the two strings in my hand. These are not simple Bodhisattva. They have been blessed by the master."
After hearing Ji Mengjiu's words, Yang Hongfei quickly put it on his wrist.
"Young Master Yang, when I asked for this bracelet, I wasted a lot of energy."
How could Yang Hongfei not understand what Ji Mengjiu meant?
He smiled, took out a bank card from his pocket, and said: "Master Ji, there are five hundred thousand in it. You take the flowers first. When this thing is successful, I will give you the remaining money."
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"Then thank you, Mr. Yang."
Ji Mengjiu smiled and stuffed his bank card into his pocket.
Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan went to the County Cultural Center together and found the director.
The curator is an old man with all white hair, skinny and thin, and he looks like an intellectual at first glance.
Everyone exchanged pleasantries, and Fu Xingyuan explained his purpose of coming.
The curator nodded immediately and said: "No problem, no problem. I will take you to the reference room now. You can check it out slowly."
The two people followed the curator to a very large room. The room was filled with bookshelves, and the bookshelves were all filled with books.
"That row contains our county annals. You can read through them slowly."
"Okay, thank you."
After a few words of warning, the curator excused himself and left, leaving only Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan behind.
"Xiaobao, you pass the time by yourself, I'm busy first." Fu Xingyuan said.