Chapter 275: A Stick Blocking the River

The place he was looking at was precisely the Long Nanshan Mountain.

"Where?" The villagers were taken aback, and then looked at Wang Yao who was walking not far away.

"That's not a good place, nothing grows." He replied after thinking for a while.

"It's not long, it's impossible. Why are those trees so lush and lush?" The Fengshui master actually knows some knowledge of Fengshui. An "old gentleman" has studied for a few days, and he still knows a little about mountains, terrain, and Fengshui.

"Let's go up and have a look."

"Forget it, master, let's go to another place to have a look, that mountain has already been contracted."

"Contract? That's fine." After walking a few steps, the Feng Shui master looked back.

"Hiss, go there and have a look." He pointed to a territory near Guizhi Mountain.

"it is good."

The three of them went up the mountain, and the Feng Shui master watched as he walked, and looked up at the Nanshan Mountain from time to time. It is more clearly seen here than in the place just now.

Nanshan is not isolated, there are hills connected to it all around, but these hills are either planted with food, or are bare with few trees, full of mountain grass, only there is lush and different.

People in their village are used to this. After all, they go up the mountain all day and see it every day, but to a newcomer, it is extremely abnormal, especially for a master who knows some Feng Shui.

"The trees are growing so well."

"It was planted by the offspring of Chengbao Mountain."

"Planted artificially, or in recent years?"

"right."

"let it go."

In Fengshui, good geography is mostly the beauty of nature formed between heaven and earth. Of course, there are also artificial interventions, but most of them are only guided on the original basis, and generally they are people with profound Taoism, not for a while. Because of this, he gave up as soon as he heard that it was man-made.

If he takes a closer look, maybe he will discover the mystery.

In Lianshan County,

Jiahui Group.

Tian Yuantu specially convened a meeting with relevant personnel to deal with the construction of Wang Yao's medical center.

material, to choose the best,

People, pick the best,

The process must be the most serious, and no problems can occur.

Made a few people in charge stunned for a while.

"Could it be that the boss built a house to live in?"

After the meeting is over, the next step is to set the start date. Generally, construction will choose a good day for auspiciousness.

On the eighteenth day of the sixth lunar month, everything is going well.

This is Tian Yuantu helping Wang Yao see the day, just three days later. Wang Yao also told his parents about this matter. After all, there are still many people in the village who pay attention to this event.

Just when his life was gradually returning to calm, he received a call from He Qisheng, telling him that the qualification examination should be advanced. In July, there was an exam in Jicheng, and He Qisheng asked him if he had time to take it.

"I have time." Wang Yaoting immediately said after hearing this, he must obtain this qualification certificate, whether it is the task or his future path, and his medical center will be built, and if it is completed, there will be no such qualification certificate. Trouble.

"Okay, then I'll sign up for you."

"thanks."

That's how the matter was settled.

At night, Wang Yao looked at the sky outside the hut.

"Sanxian, it's going to rain, heavy rain."

Thunder came in the middle of the night, and then rain, pouring down. One click is one night.

The water from the mountain gathers downward and flows into the village along the river course in the mountain stream. There is a barrage in the mountain, which is a small reservoir, and the turbid river flows towards the mountain village.

There is a river in the middle of the village, which is no more than five meters wide. Once there is a flood, the river will fill most of the river.

In the morning, the rain was still falling, still so fierce.

On the Nanshan Mountain, it is much worse. It has a taste of gentle wind and drizzle, as if this mountain and the outside are two worlds.

This rain lasted for a day and a night.

In the middle of the night, at the south end of the village.

With a bang, several dilapidated old houses in that yard could not withstand the impact of the heavy rain, and their roofs collapsed.

The rain lessened in the afternoon of the second day.

Above Nanshan, Wang Yao went down the mountain with an umbrella.

The mountain road is muddy, and his current kung fu can't reach Dengping Water, but under his control, he only wets the uppers of his shoes. This control is very skillful.

He didn't want to go down the mountain at first, because the stocks on the mountain are running out, and the taste of "three delicacies" is getting more and more tricky. Eating steamed buns alone is no longer enough.

After going down the mountain, he drove to the town to buy some fresh beef and mutton, and then went to the supermarket to buy some dog food. After shopping, he drove back in the car.

When I arrived at Xiazhuang, I saw a group of people not on the riverside, and I didn't know what they were looking at.

"I guess that's enough."

"Yes, the water is so big."

"Tsk tsk, it's hard to get into a university."

"Hey, there's someone there!"

Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted.

Hearing the sound, Wang Yao stopped the car, leaned against the side of the road, got off the side, and there happened to be a few people from the same village.

"uncle."

"Hey, Xiaoyao, did you drive out?"

"Well, what's going on here?"

"A child fell into the river. A young man went to save someone. The child was rescued, but he was washed away by the water."

"there!"

In the middle of the river, a person suddenly showed his head, holding a piece of wood that fell from nowhere, and was thrown up and down by the water in the river. The situation was very dangerous.

This river is the main channel where the rivers of the villages converge, and it is tens of meters wide. The young man is at least a dozen meters away from the river, and he was washed away quickly by the current. It is very difficult to rescue him.

"Quick, quick, throw the rope!"

The people on the river bank followed the river and wanted to throw the rope into the river so that the young man who fell into the water could catch him, but the river flow was too fast, and the man was far away from them, and the rope itself was too soft to throw it over.

"I'll do it." Wang Yao took the rope from the man.

The inner breath circulated and was thrown out all at once.

The hemp rope immediately stretched like a stick, and it landed in front of the young man who fell into the water with great precision, but the young man didn't catch it.

"Oh, what a pity."

"Again!"

Wang Yao caught it with his hand, and with a whoosh, the hemp rope was retracted, and then he quickly ran forward for a certain distance, and then threw the rope out again. The hemp rope lay in front of the person like a stick. Once, that person successfully grabbed the hemp rope.

"Catch it, catch it!" the people on the river bank said happily.

"Quick, pull the rope."

The people on the river bank worked together to pull up, and it took a lot of effort to finally rescue the young man.

When he went ashore, he saw that the young man was pale and his breathing was a little short.

"Call an ambulance quickly."

"Give way, let the air circulate." Wang Yao said while treating the young man through massage.

Wow, the young man who fell into the water spit out several mouthfuls of water.

He took the opportunity to test his pulse, and his health is fine, but because of falling into the water, choking is inevitable, so it's better to go to the hospital for a checkup.

The ambulance from the town came quite quickly. A group of people carried the young man into the car and watched him being dragged to the hospital.

"Xiao Yao, you know a lot."

"Hehe, I understand a little bit."

After bidding farewell to several elders in the village, Wang Yao drove back to the village without taking this matter to heart.

He left this way, but several young people in the lower village were busy on the bank of the river with the hemp rope that saved lives.

"Hey, how did he throw it just now, did you see it?"

"It seems to be thrown like this." One of them took the hemp rope and threw it into the river. The hemp rope was still soft, and it fell into the river with a rattle.

"No, no."

They saw clearly the scene of Wang Yao throwing the hemp rope as straight as a stick just now, and at the same time they were very curious, and couldn't help but want to try it, but after trying it, they found that they couldn't do that at all.

"Hiss, what's going on here?"

"That guy doesn't know kung fu?"

"effort?"

"That's right, someone can gather cloth into a stick, and he made the rope just like a stick."

"Crap, that's from a movie, who can use a rope as a stick?" 8)