Chapter 301 The Feng Shui of the Yang Family’s Ancestral Cemetery Is Very Average!

Chen Bo is a professional Feng Shui master in Hong Kong. He usually travels by car when he travels in Hong Kong.

Song Shaoguang is still a professor at Baptist College. He is a literary professor and usually travels by car when he travels in Hong Kong.

For example, the Peak of Victoria Peak in Hong Kong can be reached by car directly.

This time, Chen Bo and Song Shaoguang really understood why those Feng Shui masters in ancient times had to carry sedan chairs when they traveled. It must be said that they first followed the villagers to the tomb of Yang Jirong's father and Yang Ming's grandfather Yang Shuquan.

This place is not too far from the Sanjiaotang production team, but it is also located on a mountain more than 100 meters high.

Chen Bo and Song Shaoguang, led by those villagers, cut down the weeds and trees on the road along the way. In addition, the weather is relatively cold now. Although it has stopped raining, this kind of mountain road is really difficult to walk.

Whether it is Chen Bo or Song Shaoguang, not only are the leaves of unknown plants stuck on their suits, but their suits and shoes have long been broken, so they can only take off their shoes.

Seeing these two Feng Shui masters from Hong Kong, the villagers still took good care of them, took the initiative to help them carry things, including the precious compass and other eating utensils in their hands, and even pulled the two people up the mountain.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Before coming, Yang Jirong had reminded them, and now the two of them really felt the difficulty of climbing the mountain.

It took them more than three hours to climb up this mountain.

"Mr. Chen, Mr. Song, my eldest brother Yang Shuquan's tomb is in front, and my eldest sister-in-law Zhou's tomb is next to it." Yang Shuhai followed.

Yang Shuhai is over 60 years old and has a strong body. In addition, he has never stopped in the countryside. This time, climbing a mountain of more than 100 meters is nothing for Yang Shuhai.

Now he brought Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang to the tomb of Yang Jirong's father Yang Shuquan and Yang Jirong's mother Zhou.

Before Yang Jirong did not return to his hometown, Yang Jirong and other brothers and sisters would also visit the tombs every few years.

When they came here, they found that the weeds were already dense here, some of which were even taller than their heads.

In this case, they could only mobilize these young people to cut the weeds and trees around.

Those young people began to work hard to cut the weeds around the cemetery.

It took almost half an hour, and Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang, who were taking a breath and resting, finally saw the two cemeteries clearly.

This cemetery is the kind of earthen tomb, and there is no cement, bricks, etc. to protect it. It is precisely because of that that there are many weeds here.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang took out their compasses respectively and looked at the Feng Shui here first.

It stands to reason that Mr. Yang has made so much money in Hong Kong, and the Feng Shui of Yang Jirong's parents' cemetery should be particularly good.

When they first saw this place, they found that the environment and Feng Shui of the cemetery here can only be said to be average.

Standing here, you can see the triangular pond and the dragon house in the distance.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang looked there.

The two confirmed the direction from the compass, and took out the books they brought with them to check. The more they looked, the more confused they felt.

How could an ancestor buried with such Feng Shui produce a Hong Kong tycoon like Mr. Yang?

Uncle Chen was puzzled.

Song Shaoguang was the same.

Unless the Feng Shui theory they had learned before was false.

They knew that those Feng Shui theories were formed over thousands of years and could not be false, so they could only say that the Feng Shui of Yang Jirong's parents' tomb was indeed very ordinary.

Before they came, they thought that the Feng Shui of Mr. Yang's parents' tomb must be very good, so that they could gather so much wealth for Mr. Yang, and it must be a Feng Shui like a treasure pot.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang looked at it again and again, but they were still confused.

In front of Yang Shuhai, they didn't dare to say anything. They were going to go back and tell Mr. Yang or Yang Jirong.

At this time, the young villagers were still working hard to deal with the weeds around the cemetery.

The entire cemetery had appeared in front of everyone.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang stayed here for more than an hour.

Left here with Yang Shuhai and others.

Go to another hilltop and continue to clean up the weeds in the graves of Yang Jirong's grandfather and grandmother.

That place is on another hilltop, or on the hillside about 100 or 200 meters high. In addition to being very difficult to get up, there are too many kinds of weeds.

. . .

Night is coming.

Chen Bo and Song Shaoguang followed Yang Shuhai and others down the mountain.

Today they went to the graves of Yang Jirong's parents, Yang Jirong's grandfather, and Yang Jirong's great-grandfather and great-grandmother to clean up the weeds.

In addition, Chen Bo and Song Shaoguang always took the compass and other tools to check.

Every time they finished looking, they were a little disappointed.

Because from the perspective of the Feng Shui of these graves, they are really ordinary. Basically, the Feng Shui of most ordinary people's graves is similar, but it is impossible to say that such Feng Shui will produce a rich and powerful official or rich man.

But Yang Jirong himself is still doing well in Hong Kong, and when it comes to Yang Jirong's son, Mr. Yang, he is a rare Chinese tycoon.

The two began to have some doubts.

When they returned to the outside of the Weilong House.

Yang Jirong and his wife hurried out to greet them.

"Uncle Chen, Professor Song, you have worked really hard today." Yang Jirong did not follow them, mainly because he really couldn't go.

When the tomb sweeping really started, he would follow them out.

Seeing the clothes of Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang, you can imagine how difficult it is for them to be in the mountains today.

"Mr. Yang, those mountains are really too difficult to walk." Song Shaoguang said.

Yang Jirong nodded.

Before he went to Xiangjiang, he also went to other ancestors to sweep the tombs.

He was still a young man at that time and didn't feel anything.

Welcome them in.

In the evening, more than 30 tables were set up in Weilong House, and the whole village had dinner happily together.

When Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang finished dinner, they were already very tired.

They planned to take a hot bath first, change into a new set of clothes, and then talk about this with Yang Jirong and his son.

They can deceive, even fool others, but they know that they can never fool or deceive Yang Ming.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang took a bath and changed into a new set of clothes.

The two discussed it privately first.

In Uncle Chen's room, Song Shaoguang lowered his voice and said, "Uncle Chen, I am a little confused."

"Professor Song, I am also confused."

"You go first."

"You go first."

. . .

After the two discussed in the room, it means that there is no problem with their compass, and there is no problem with the theory of their Feng Shui school. There is only one problem, that is, Mr. Yang's fortune should have nothing to do with the Feng Shui of his hometown.

If that is really the case, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang are really surprised.

Since ancient times, whether it is an emperor or a local influential figure, their development is almost inseparable from the blessing of their ancestors' Feng Shui.

So now Mr. Yang is like this, which really surprised them.

In fact, it is right in front of them.

"Uncle Chen, then we should talk to Mr. Yang?"

"Of course."

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