Chapter 96: Double Formation

"I only have this little corn, so I'll just eat it myself." The aunt said, "Walk inside and turn west at the innermost intersection. Old Chen's family harvested a lot this year and may be able to sell it."

Xia Wange nodded and was about to get on the tractor and drive away when the aunt stopped her and said, "Hey, don't use this. It consumes a lot of gas. I have a bicycle over there. You can just ride it and ask."

Xia Wange smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that I will steal it?"

"Well, you still have to park your tractor here, why are you running away?" The aunt said with a smile, "You can also leave your silly brother here, I will keep an eye on him for you."

"Hehehehe." Zhang Song laughed again and looked at Xia Wange anxiously. Don't leave him here. He can only act a fool, not a real fool.

"Oh, what a miserable life! He is completely stupid." Seeing Zhang Song's silly smile, the aunt muttered, "You won't hit me, will you?"

Xia Wange coughed lightly and said, "My brother can ride a bicycle very well. I have to take him with me, otherwise he will howl. You see, he will cry as soon as I leave."

After saying that, Xia Wange pretended to leave, and Zhang Song immediately started crying.

He had a mental breakdown.

At the same time, he was glad that it was him. If Mr. Lu followed Master Xia, he didn't dare to imagine what that scene would be like.

The auntie waved her hands quickly and said, "Alright, alright, you can take him with you. Alas, you have a hard life too. You can't live without someone."

As she spoke, the aunt pushed out a bicycle and gave Xia Wange a clean cloth, asking her to wipe the seat.

While wiping, Xia Wange asked, "I saw a tractor pulling autumn pears out just now. Those pears are pretty good."

The old lady's smile faded immediately, and she muttered, "Rich people can make money by planting anything. They build beautiful small buildings and don't care about the people in the same village. Look at what the road has become."

“Won’t the government repair it?”

"It's the government that's going to build it. Can't the Ming family donate a little more to build an asphalt road?" At this point, the aunt waved her hands and said, "You should take your brother with you. It's getting dark early now. If you can't make it, you can come back and have dinner at my house later."

"No need." Xia Wange pulled Zhang Song away, "I have to take my brother to a blind date tonight."

"You want to go on a blind date? Oh, it's hard to bring your brother along."

Xia Wan Ge followed up with, "That can't be helped."

Having said that, she pulled Zhang Song and quickly rode away on her bike.

Zhang Song was riding his bike, a little worried that he would be exposed, so he kept a silly smile on his face while talking to Xia Wange.

"Sister Xia, I remember that Mr. Ming said that in order to generate income for the people in his hometown, he leased a piece of land on the top of a mountain, found experts to help grow pears, and asked people from his hometown to grow them. In the first few years, the pears did not bear fruit, and he kept paying for them. Finally, one year, they bore fruit, but the pears were very small, but they tasted very sweet. Later, everyone discovered that the land in that mountain was particularly suitable for growing pears and they sold very well. Didn't he also increase the income for the people in his hometown? Why does that aunt still hate his family?"

"To increase income, how can the money earned from working be as much as that earned from growing pears and selling them?" Xia Wange said.

"Ah? Sales channels, transportation losses, don't they all have to be borne by Mr. Ming? I heard from Special Assistant Xu that the pears suffered huge losses in the past two years, but the people who grow pears in the village are guaranteed a good harvest regardless of drought or flood, and they don't have to go out to work."

"People can only see you making money by pulling out truckloads of pears, but no one will notice your losses."

Zhang Song thought of the aunt's hatred for the rich just now, and also thought of how warm-hearted she was, lending her car and leaving food for strangers like them. He felt that human nature was contradictory.

He sighed: "I am afraid that my brothers will suffer, and I am also afraid that my brothers will drive Land Rover. It is difficult for Mr. Ming in the village."

"Turn right, are you really planning to harvest corn?" Xia Wange patted Zhang Song.

“Ohhhh.”

On the right side, which is the east side of the village, Zhang Song rode his bicycle for a while and felt that the surroundings were getting darker and darker. After a while, he saw a cemetery in the distance. If he saw such a place in the past, he would definitely stay away from it, but now because of Master Xia, he was not so afraid.

Xia Wange jumped off the bicycle and said, "When someone comes, just cry loudly!"

Zhang Song nodded with an embarrassed look on his face.

Xia Wange found a higher place and looked down at the cemetery. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened her third eye.

With his third eye opened, Xia Wange immediately discovered the problem. No matter whether it was a new grave or an old grave, the souls had all left so cleanly that there was no trace at all. Moreover, the aura surrounding the entire cemetery was very complicated.

It is composed of two formations. The obvious one is very perfunctory and will hardly produce much effect. It just extends the wealth of a small cemetery to the surrounding areas.

She took her phone and turned it up fifty times to take a picture.

Then he zoomed in and took a look. Hmm, it was indeed from the Ming family. No wonder the people in the village were so cautious about the Ming family bringing the Feng Shui master to the ancestral tomb. I guess someone said that he was helping to rob them of their wealth.

As a result, this man deceived all the villagers. The formation for robbing wealth was just a cover, and the real useful one was another large formation.

It was as if there was a formation underground that absorbed all the spiritual power of the entire village into the cemetery below.

Xia Wange pursed her lips and frowned in thought.

I just don’t know what is buried underground that needs to absorb this energy for nourishment.

"Wow~ Ahhhhhh~ Wuuuuuu~ Who are you?" At this time, Zhang Song's crying voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Xia Wange immediately came back to his senses, took the dogtail grass he had prepared and went down the slope, and sure enough, he saw several villagers holding sticks surrounding Zhang Song.

The villagers, who were originally aggressive, started to smile foolishly and then burst into tears as soon as they approached Zhang Song. They were all confused for a moment, looking at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Oh, sorry, my silly brother is shy." Xia Wange apologized quickly, "My brother was making a fuss just now, so I saw some dogtail grass over there, so I picked one and let him play with it."

After several villagers holding sticks understood the situation, they breathed a sigh of relief. A young man holding a short stick asked, "Are you from outside? What are you doing in the village?"

"Oh, we came to the village to harvest corn, but the contact named Tong said he was taking his mother to the provincial capital for medical treatment. We were afraid that it would be a wasted trip, so an aunt at the entrance of the village told us to go west. A family named Chen planted a lot this year and should be able to harvest."

"Oh, you've gone the wrong way. This is the east side. The only place without people is our village's ancestral grave." The young man holding the short stick looked at the other one, "The old Chen family she mentioned seems to have been sold, right?"

Xia Wange immediately showed disappointment, "Ah? Then I'll have made a wasted trip. My silly brother still needs..."

"Don't panic." A young man who looked kind-hearted said, "We'll find a few more and share the money. We'll definitely be able to fill it up for you."

Xia Wange, who was acting pitiful: "......"

That's not necessary.