The old lady continued to cry, "Old man, I don't know how long I can live. I probably won't be able to go up the mountain to see you next year. When I die..."

He hurriedly knelt down in front of the old lady and said, "Mother... mother... I was wrong, I was wrong, repair, repair, repair, repair, repair, repair, repair, repair my father's tomb."

"How can you sell iron to beg for food? How can I make you hungry? No matter how difficult life is, can it be as difficult as when you were children? You all grew up drinking my blood. You didn't have milk to drink at that time.

You can only drink blood. If I have a bite to eat, you will never starve to death..."

"Yeah, okay, okay..."

"When the time comes to build the tomb, let Afan work with him. He will also have work to do, and he can also calculate some wages to subsidize it. It doesn't cost much to build a cemetery. It's almost enough to pay for it with work. The whole day

Calling me "no money, no money"... I'm calling you bad luck..."

Uncle Ye had nothing to say at this moment and just nodded.

"Then we agreed, let's stand up first, everyone, stand up first, mother, yours is too scary and unlucky." Father Ye quickly helped the old lady up.

"Why is it so scary? I'm telling the truth, isn't it? This tomb has not been repaired yet, how can I dare to die? I have to open one eye and watch even if I die?"

"Stop talking, stop talking, just sit aside and rest while we remove all the grass around you. Then we will choose this area to build the tomb, right?"

Uncle Ye said hesitantly: "Just build it here? Do you want to find someone to look at where the feng shui is better?"

"I think the feng shui here is quite good. For several years, everyone has been safe and sound, with no illness or disaster..."

Ye Yaofan was about to speak but stopped, and did not dare to say anything.

Uncle Ye saw that the old lady had sat up and stopped crying. He also calmed down and spoke.

"Let's choose a new cemetery. I think the land here is not good for our family. It's better to choose a plot that is good for everyone."

"What's wrong? What does it have to do with Feng Shui?" Father Ye said rudely.

"Bad Feng Shui affects people..."

"It's not about character, it's about Feng Shui. We have already decided to be buried here from the beginning. We also applied to the village committee a few years ago, and we will be buried here in the future."

"The only thing that can be changed is to go to the village committee and say hello. What's so difficult about that? It doesn't cost money."

"But this land has been inspected by others. People say it is good here. If you go to someone to inspect it again, wouldn't it be the same?"

"Where can it be the same? It would be better to look at a piece of land again..."

Father Ye and Uncle Ye were arguing back and forth, and it was not their junior's turn to talk about choosing a cemetery.

And Uncle Ye is also hesitant. In the past few years, his family has said that it is good or bad, and it is not bad at all. Who knows whether it is good or bad to change the cemetery?

Ye Yaodong frowned and looked at his father, arguing with his uncle, and everyone else was listening.

"How about we weed it first? Regardless of whether it is built here or not, the weeds around it need to be removed. The grass is taller than the urn."

"Then let's go out and weed first. The uncle and the third uncle will discuss it first..."

"Then let's tidy up first..."

After agreeing to build the tomb, the site selection became another big issue. The two old men over fifty years old argued so hard that neither could convince the other.

Of course, this cemetery is good for Father Ye. After all, their family has become more and more prosperous in recent years, rising steadily and prospering.

But for Uncle Ye, the past few years have been extremely miserable. The ancestral cemetery is related to the feng shui of future generations. How can he be buried here directly and affect the feng shui of their family in the future?

Everything can be compromised, but the feng shui of future generations cannot be compromised.

Ye Yaodong felt a headache after hearing this. In his previous life, it was actually his uncle who took the lead in repairing the tomb.

Because two years later, in 1987, the old lady accidentally fell down in the vegetable field at the back door of the old house and lost her life. At that time, Ye Yaohong had made a fortune in the past few years, so he just wanted to build a tomb and kill the old man.

Buried together with the old lady.

When it was brought up at that time, everyone agreed without saying a word, and the three bedrooms were shared equally. They also chose this cemetery without any changes, and it was resolved directly and harmoniously.

No problems, no bad sounds.

As a result, they are now having to argue over the location, and his uncle's family no longer wants this cemetery.

If this problem is not solved, the tomb cannot be repaired and it will have to return to the starting point.

Until the grass about ten meters in diameter around them was removed, the yellow paper was burned, and the firecrackers were about to be set off, the two old men still had not settled their dispute.

"It's okay to repair the tomb. I don't have any objection. The three of us will share the money equally, but we have to re-select this cemetery. We'll ask an old man to look at it again. We will share the money equally."

"I've seen it all, this is it..."

“It just doesn’t work here!”

…

When the children ran back, they listened to the quarrel from a distance. They didn't even have to look to see if they had gone the wrong way. They came after hearing the sound, and then each one of them stood next to their father very honestly.

superior.

"What's wrong dad?"

"Children, don't ask so many questions."

The old lady listened to their quarrel and had no idea. Who can say accurately about Feng Shui? If one person is not buried well and affects future generations, then it will be a big sin.

"Dad, go ask the Bodhisattva. Don't all the ladies like to ask the Bodhisattva?"

This child's voice seemed particularly abrupt, and everyone heard it.

"What kind of Bodhisattva do you ask? You have to ask a gentleman who knows how to read Feng Shui..."

The old lady frowned and said, "Stop arguing, go and pay your respects first, put the incense on it, and then I'll go back to the temple and throw the Holy Grail to see if the Bodhisattva says you need to change it or not. If you don't need to change it,

Just choose this piece of land. If you want to change it, we can ask a gentleman who knows Feng Shui to come and take a look."

"Is this possible? Usually the Bodhisattva doesn't agree, but you can throw it several times?" Uncle Ye questioned.

"I'll just throw it down once this time. Let's see what the Bodhisattva says. Uh... let's ask Mazu? Thean Hou Temple is closer. They are all gods. It should be the same to anyone you ask."

"How can this be such a child's play? It's better to ask someone who knows more to come over and take a look first."

"Ask Mazu, who knows if people who read Feng Shui have good spirits? At that time, this piece of land was said to be very good in Feng Shui and could prosper our family's descendants. If it was really good, why would we need to look at the land again? We only need to wait a long time.

The future generations will naturally get better and better. If you think this piece of land is not good, can you just change it to another piece of land and it will be better? Anyway, he can't tell for sure, it won't work."

The old lady said that Uncle Ye was a little hesitant.

"That's it for now. I'll go back and ask around first. Maybe this land has good Feng Shui, but your family just hasn't benefited yet. It will take a few years for everyone to take turns to make a fortune."

"We are already so unlucky, and we can't be more unlucky. It's extremely bad, so of course it will get better."

Father Ye couldn't help but said: "Perhaps it could be even worse. It's just because of the blessing of my ancestors that I have only been incarcerated for ten years. It doesn't matter much for Afan. He will be released in a few months."

When Uncle Ye heard this, his veins bulged. He casually grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it towards Father Ye.

The old lady also hit Father Ye with a cane, "What did you say?"

Father Ye slapped himself in the mouth and smiled sheepishly, "I'm talking nonsense, but you have to think about the good in everything. This is absolutely true. You can't just think about the bad luck..."

The old lady tried to smooth things over, "When the cemetery is repaired and the old man can lie down properly and have a place to rest, he will be able to protect you better. It will definitely be better than now."

"Hurry up and take turns to offer incense. After offering incense, you can go back and ask the Bodhisattva."

"Then burn incense and take turns..."

After a fuss and a quarrel, everyone now kept to themselves and obediently took turns to offer three sticks of incense first.

Ye Yaodong didn't care, and he didn't have the nerve to make a wish. He was afraid that his grandfather hadn't even finished digesting last year's wish, so he honestly burned three sticks of incense.

If he still wants to make a wish, he must give his grandfather a favor, repair the cemetery, and then make a few more wishes.

After everyone finished lighting incense and burning paper money, they bowed together and then set off firecrackers.

A basket of tomb cakes that was originally prepared in advance, but no one dared to approach it amid their quarrels. Those who originally came to ask for the tomb cakes gave up after hearing the fierce quarrel.

So much so that when they brought up a basket, no one could divide it, and the basket remained intact.

"What should we do? We've ordered a basket of tomb cakes, and we can't withdraw from them. We were so noisy here just now that no one dared to come close."

"We should divide the two or three of our own people here, and we can take them back to fill our stomachs."

"Then divide the child between two adults and three, so as not to carry it back intact."

"Okay, let's just divide it among ourselves."

Each of the children had a large string of tomb cakes worn around their necks. There were at least seven or eight of them. After just one or two hours of walking up the mountain, all of them were quite able to run.

Seeing that they could still share their own tomb cakes, they all happily took off the ropes around their necks, untied the rope at one end, strung two more ones in, and then put them on their heads, leaving a round string on their chests.

It's the same for both boys and girls.

Ye Yaodong also tied the string for Ye Chengyang and put it on his head, "Look at your pants and body. They are all covered in mud. Did you fall while running?"

"Yes, the mud on the road is so slippery that I fell several times."

"I will be beaten again if I go back."

“There is a washing machine!”

"Oh, this is convenient for you? Are you worried about not having any clothes to change?"

"As Mrs. Tai said, the washing machine is so good that it can be dried immediately after dehydration. We are not afraid of being covered in mud every day."
To be continued...