Chapter 107 Chapter 24 The Indus Stump

He finally called a car.There were few cars on the road at night, and the driver drove the car very fast.My grandpa and I bumped in the car in the middle of the night, and I fell asleep in a daze halfway, and my ears were still dimly listening to grandpa and the others talking about each other.It sounds like it's coming from far away, which is amazing. Later, I was woken up by my grandfather in a half-awake state, saying that the car had arrived at Hao Jianfang's house.I don't know what time it was, but it was still dark and there were few stars.Sleepy-eyed, I followed them out of the car and walked into Hao Jianfang's home.

Hao Jianfang arranged for my grandpa and I to sleep in the same room.His house was relatively spacious and painted well, which could only be done by wealthy families in the society at that time, which was quite different from what I thought. The next day, he entertained my grandpa and I for breakfast, and we wandered around his house together.With his hands behind his back and a cigarette in his mouth, Grandpa carefully inspected Hao Jianfang's house.The first thing to check is the gate of the house. The orientation of the gate is very important, including the direction, the objects facing it, such as whether there are trees in front of the house, whether there is a well, and others.

I wandered around with my grandpa, and I don't know how to look at the feng shui of the house. Grandpa led me away.Hao Jianfang obediently followed behind.Grandpa never let go of any small things around the house, including whether there are big rocks or mud pits around. Grandpa said: "There is no problem with the gate." I asked, "Does the gate also affect Feng Shui?" Grandpa didn't answer directly, but told me a story.When Wentian Village had not multiplied to the present hundred families, there was only an old couple living there.One day, when the old couple came back from their farm work, they found a seriously ill white-haired old man lying in front of their house.The old couple kindly took him into their home, boiled medicine and soup, and cured the white-haired old man.After recovering from his illness, the white-haired old man said to the old couple, I have nothing and I have nothing to repay you.Seeing that you are all old, but have no children, I am afraid that old age will be miserable, so I will give you some advice so that you can have a child.

The old couple laughed, there is no hope of repaying you for saving you.Besides, we are all dying trees, how can we get another son? The white-haired old man said, you have not had children because of a problem with your family's Feng Shui.But your house has already been built in this way, and it is impossible to do it again.But I can change the direction and size of your door.Now that I am in good health, I can spend a little effort to help you remodel the door. The old couple was skeptical, so they asked the white-haired old man to remodel the gate of their house.The white-haired old man spent two days moving the original gate to the back and modifying the gate a little before leaving without saying goodbye.

The old couple gave birth to a chubby boy on New Year's Eve that year, and then gave birth to two boys and a girl.From then on, Wentian Village multiplied and flourished, forming the current hundreds of households. I asked my grandpa: "Is there such a big impact after modifying the gate?" Grandpa said: "That's right. Often because of a little bit of difference in Feng Shui, the result will be very different." Hao Jianfang, who was following behind, immediately asked, "How about the Fengshui of my house? There are trees in front of the house and mountains behind the house. The Fengshui should be okay, right?"

Grandpa nodded and said: "Indeed. I think your feng shui is not bad. Why did such a strange thing happen? Did I guess wrong? Could it be caused by ghosts? But it doesn't make sense. According to the algorithm, it shouldn't be ghosts. You're making trouble." Grandpa frowned and thought for a long time, but he couldn't find an answer in the end.Grandpa had no choice but to shake his head at Hao Jianfang, expressing that there was nothing he could do. Hao Jianfang's ingratiating smile immediately froze on his face, which looked ugly like frost. Grandpa said: "I really can't do anything. We still have unfinished business at home, so we have to leave first. You should hire another expert."

Hao Jianfang said disconsolately: "As soon as autumn comes, the child will be lost. How can there be time to invite other masters? Besides, I don't know where the masters are." Grandpa smiled apologetically, and comforted him: "Fortune and misfortune are fateful, maybe this autumn will be different." Hao Jianfang nodded, bowed his head and walked away quickly.He was weeping, lest we should see him. I asked Grandpa: "Do you believe in fate?" Grandpa said: "When you can fight your life, don't believe in it. When you can't fight it, you can be rational and don't waste your energy. At this time, you can believe in fate." I believe that he is not only Educate me, and is talking about his philosophy of life.

We walked and chatted, and unknowingly walked to the back hill of Hao Jianfang's house.Grandpa stumbled suddenly and almost fell into the grass. "What is it? I almost broke a bone when I tripped over it." Grandpa raised his foot and kneaded his toes with both hands. I looked down and saw two tree stumps.The stump stood half an inch above the road, standing like a colon in the middle of the road.Grandpa tripped over the protruding part of the stump. The stump was wide in section, almost the size of a round table for four.Judging from the blurred annual rings on the cross-section, the two trees have a history of at least a hundred years.

"What kind of tree is this?" Grandpa shouted to Hao Jianfang. "Sycamore tree." Hao Jianfang wiped his eyes with the corner of his clothes, and replied hoarsely. I am very dissatisfied with Grandpa's behavior like this. Hao Jianfang is sad about the child. You old man is still asking about the tree. Isn't this intentional to make people uncomfortable. Grandpa continued to ask very ignorantly: "The sycamore tree? Why did you cut it down?" Hao Jianfang said casually: "When I first built this house, some wood was missing, and it blocked the foundation of the house. I cut down these two trees. It was supposed to be dug up by the roots, but the tree was too old. Yes, the root system is very developed, and it is estimated that one root can fit a truck when dug up, which requires a lot of labor, so the roots were not dug up."

Grandpa knelt down to observe the tree stump carefully, and said, "This tree doesn't seem to be dead yet. Is it?" Hao Jianfang saw that his grandfather kept asking about things that had nothing to do with Fengshui, and his attitude was a bit off, but he still replied calmly: "Yes, in spring, there are still young shoots growing on its stumps. But those who pass this road every day There were a lot of people, and the young shoots were trampled to death not long after they were born. So they haven’t grown yet.” "Oh." Grandpa nodded, reaching out to ask Hao Jianfang for a cigarette, "Come on, give me a cigarette."

Hao Jianfang came over lazily and offered his grandfather a cigarette. Grandpa said: "Don't blame me for being ugly, you are a bit picky and stingy. How can you use a century-old tree to build a house?" Grandpa lit a cigarette, and then said: "I see some problems." "Do you see the problem?" Hao Jianfang and I said in unison.