Xie Jiang got to know his son in the past few days. Although he lived in Dali Temple, he lived a life of leisure and retirement. He played a few games of chess with the cook, losing more and winning less. He was very satisfied and saw that it was getting late.
, walked back slowly and leisurely with the chessboard under his arm. He planned to have dinner with Xie Pingsheng and have some drinks.
But before he could reach the house, Xie Pingsheng suddenly rushed in from outside.
"What's wrong? This is..." Xie Jiang was startled when he saw it.
Xie Pingsheng looked like he had come out of a pile of mud. His light-colored clothes were stained with dirt and were torn in several places. His hair was all messed up.
"Dad, it's not good." Xie Pingsheng said, "Something happened."
Xie Pingchang took a breath: "Someone wants to touch my mother's grave."
Xie Jiang was shocked: "What's going on?"
Xie Pingsheng held Xie Jiang's hand with his backhand: "No, I didn't make it clear. It's not about touching my mother's tomb, but about touching the mountain behind me."
Xie Jiang didn't understand even more: "Please tell me clearly what happened."
"That's it." Xie Pingsheng said: "I dreamed about my mother last night, and today I wanted to sit in front of her grave. But when I arrived, I saw someone digging the mountain."
“What are you digging for?”
"It's someone from the village." Xie Pingsheng said: "A fortune teller came from nowhere and said that the mountain blocked the village's feng shui and that the mountain should be dug flat."
"This is nonsense." Xie Jiang said angrily: "How can there be such a statement?"
"Yes." Xie Pingsheng also said anxiously: "I have also looked at that place. My mother's grave must have a mountain feng shui behind it. If the hillside is destroyed, the feng shui of the entire cemetery will be destroyed, which will definitely disturb the rest of my mother's soul.
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Xie Pingsheng was anxious, and Xie Jiang was even more anxious. He hurriedly threw the chessboard into the room: "Let's go and take a look."
Xie Jiang and his son left in a hurry. In a room opposite, the door was opened a crack. Bai Yue and Jian Yu were hiding inside, leaning their heads up and down to look at the door.
After the two left, Bai Yue said: "I believe that Xie Pingsheng and Xie Jiang must be biological father and son. Both of them are particularly talented in deceiving people. They tell lies as fast as they can and they seem to be true.
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After Bai Yue finished speaking, he didn't wait for Jian Yu to agree for a while, so he couldn't help but look at him strangely.
Jian Yu said implicitly: "You are too humble."
When Xie Pingsheng and Xie Jiang arrived, there was a lively scene in front of Yao Linhua's grave. There were over a hundred people in the village, including young adults and older ones, digging enthusiastically. It was winter, and all of them were wearing clothes.
She spread her arms in single clothes and it was so exciting.
Xie Jiang looked like he was going crazy, so Xie Pingsheng quickly grabbed his father and pointed forward.
"That's him." Xie Pingsheng said: "It's this fortune teller. I don't know his name. He just said his surname was Yi. He told the village chief that this mountain blocked the village's way of making money. As long as the hillside was dug up, it would be able to make money.
If the money is rolling, everyone in the village will make a fortune."
Mr. Yi, dressed in elegant white clothes, stood at the foot of the hillside, watching with his hands behind his back. Compared with the enthusiastic villagers who were covered in dirt, he was like a god descending from the earth.
Xie Jiangdao: "I have never seen this Mr. Yi, and the villagers just listen to him like this? What is his background?"
"I've never seen him before. He doesn't seem to be from the capital." Xie Pingsheng said, "I asked around. The reason why the villagers listened to him was because he gave the village chief a sum of money. Every villager who contributed would be given five dollars.
Ten taels of silver."
All the ironclad calculations are fake, unless you are really famous, but the money is not fake. When everyone was discussing, Bai Yue came up with a very simple and crude method.
Spend money, spend money to get the villagers to come forward and force Xie Jiang to take action.
"Your village is supposed to be the place where the God of Wealth comes to earth, but it's a pity that it's blocked by this hillside." Shen Ye, who was dressed as a fortune teller, touched his non-existent beard and said enigmatically: "As long as you dig up the hillside, I promise Within three years, every household will be rich."
Digging a hillside is not something that can be done overnight. Although everyone wants to make a fortune, they really don't believe it.
But Shen Ye took out a bag of silver: "I will give fifty taels of silver to everyone who participates in the excavation."
The village chief didn't care about the image at the moment, and immediately checked it, and found that it was all real, and there was no moisture at all. He had never seen so much money in his life, and he was a little nervous and shaking.
"Mr. Yi." The village chief is the village chief after all, and his mind is clear. He did not get lost in front of the money. He even struggled for a while: "Can I ask, why do you want to give us so much money, even if it is this money?" The village is really home to the God of Wealth, you...what do you want to do?"
Shen Ye smiled slightly: "Of course I am here for more money. You dig up the hillside, and I will set up a wealth-gathering array for you to attract wealth. After one year, your village will be full of money, and you will make a lot of money. Yes, I want 30% of all income in the village for three years."
The village chief couldn't make enough money for a while.
"Of course this is when you make a lot of money." Shen Ye said: "If the money you make is not as much as the money here, then the money will be given to you as labor expenses."
When the village chief heard this, he thought about it again and realized that this was a good deal.
There is no capital and no profit. If Shen Ye is not lying and the wealth gathering array works and makes a lot of money, he should be paid 30% for three years. If he does not make money, this person's fifty taels of hard work is worth several years of income. No matter what, it’s no loss.
So the village chief immediately agreed, and with a cheer, all the labor force that could be mobilized in the village was mobilized, and the mountain was dug in full swing.
Seeing this, Xie Jiang became very anxious and was about to go forward to speak when his steps suddenly stopped.
"No, I can't come forward." Xie Jiang said: "If I am seen by the villagers, it will be difficult to explain. For the rest of my life, you go."
"I have already argued with them, but they are all red-eyed when they see money, and no one listens to me." Xie Pingsheng said helplessly: "Dad, we may not be able to handle this matter, otherwise, we can find Mr. Jian."
Xie Jiang shook his head and pondered for a moment: "This guy named Yi and the villagers just want money. It's easy to get money. I still have a lot of savings. Give him money and let him stop."
Xie Pingsheng roughly calculated: "At least a hundred villagers have been invited here. Fifty for each person is five hundred. If you can hire people for five hundred taels, Mr. Yi will not be short of money. If you want to use money to make him stop, I’m afraid it won’t be easy.”
Xie Jiang snorted coldly: "It's only five hundred taels. Tell him that if he stops, I will give him ten thousand taels. And tell the villagers, one hundred taels per person."
Xie Pingsheng was shocked. He knew that his father was always not short of money, but he never knew that he was so rich.