Chapter 97

Everyone present fell silent.

Those who were going to find a landline to call the police also stopped.

Min Xiaohui said in a muffled voice: "The people in the village... the village said that my... our family might have... a problem with Feng Shui, and we need to... find a master."

"When my cousin died... I called the police, but they... couldn't save him... and he secretly found another place to jump."

He shook his head frantically, "I... want to save my sister, I don't want her to get into trouble!"

He was afraid that his sister would also secretly jump off the building like his cousin.

The police uncles are very nice, but they don't have time to come and save my sister every day.

The whole family jumped to death.

If Min Xiaohui wasn't so pitiful, everyone would suspect that someone deliberately made up the story to gain sympathy.

Chu Yueqing bent down to get the red plastic bag from the stall, and then reached out to take the peach wood sword hanging on the glass cabinet, and asked, "Is sister safe now?"

"Safe." Min Xiaohui nodded.

"Then let's go to your house first." Chu Yueqing said, and happened to see Ashanpo in the crowd. She apologized, "Ashanpo, I may have to trouble you to help me pack up the stall."

"Go ahead." Ashanpo didn't mind, squeezed out of the crowd and rolled up her sleeves.

The little old lady showed her skinny arms and grinned: "Don't think about looking at Ashanpo. There are two tables and it will only take a few minutes to pack up the stall."

Then she looked at the popsicle box again and showed a regretful expression, "It's a pity to waste the syrup. Let's put it this way."

"Does anyone want syrup?"

As soon as Ashanpo finished speaking, the neighbors spontaneously lined up.

"Of course we have to buy some sweet soup. After listening to the fortune-telling every day, I have a cup of sweet soup. It's like a god's life."

"I want one too. They were sold out when I came here two days ago. It's my turn today, right?"

Others who bought some sweet soup joked, "Ashanpo, you're worried about not being able to sell the sweet soup. You might as well worry about your own fruit stall. Do you want the neighbors to help you book it?"

Ashanpo took a spoon and quickly packed the food into bags. When she heard the old neighbors' joking voices, she couldn't help but retort, "I'm urging you. Of course I'd love for everyone to be so kind. Which boss doesn't want to sell out their goods every day?"

Min Xiaohui next to her held the bowl of sweet soup and raised his skinny little face, "Master...Master, can...can't you..."

Before she finished speaking, her little face turned red.

"Okay." Chu Yueqing smiled lightly on her fair face, "You can take it back."

Seeing that the master allowed to bring the sugar water to his sister, Min Xiaohui's sad face finally had a smile. He carefully protected the bowl of sugar water in the bowl, and rushed to sit in front to lead the way. He found

that the sweet sugar water spilled out due to the shaking of the movement, so he changed to small steps, so that even if he walked in a hurry, the sugar water would not spill out and cause waste.

"Master... Master, this way."

Chu Yueqing felt that he was walking too slowly, and looked around when he reached the street, "Where is your home, let's take a taxi."

Taxi?

Min Xiaohui opened his mouth in shock, taxis are so expensive.

He shook his head: "I walked here, I don't know how to get a taxi."

"You should know how to get home, right?" Chu Yueqing hailed a taxi, and when Min Xiaohui nodded, they got in. The

red taxi stopped in a deserted village.

As soon as Chu Yueqing got off the car, Min Xiaohui led the way with a bowl of sugar water in his hand, "It's just in front."

At noon, every household was cooking and white smoke rose from the chimneys.

Following Min Xiaohui's barking, many dogs ran out and chased Min Xiaohui. Min Xiaohui turned around and patted the dogs' heads, then continued to lead the people forward.

Many villagers came out to watch the excitement, and when they saw Min Xiaohui brought a beautiful model who looked like she came off a TV, they talked a lot.

A middle-aged couple walked out of the crowd.

The middle-aged woman, wearing a floral shirt, came over and asked enthusiastically, "Pretty girl, what is your relationship with

the Min family? Their family's feng shui doesn't seem very good, you'd better not get too close." "We're doing this for your own good," the middle-aged man replied, "They are so unfortunate, they all jumped to death, and now even Min Xiaomin is threatening to jump off a building, I don't know if she has provoked some dirty things."

Chu Yueqing pressed her ear tragus, thinking that the couple was a bit noisy, she said, "I'm a feng shui master, you'll know if there's any problem after you read it."

Hearing the word feng shui master ,

Gong Jinzhi seemed to be frightened and stopped.

"Pretty girl, their family has a big problem." Min Yan wanted to say something, but Gong Jinzhi stepped on his foot. He grimaced in pain, "Oh, you unlucky woman."

Gong Jinzhi covered her mouth, "Oh, I didn't look at the road just now."

As she said that, she winked at Min Yan, and Min Yan held back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

When the other villagers heard that Chu Yueqing was a Feng Shui master, they all gathered around.

"You are a master? That's great."

"The Min family is really shady. Ever since Grandpa Min passed away, the couple in the first house agreed to jump off the building, leaving the two siblings to depend on each other, and now Xiaomin is trying to jump off the building again."

"Don't talk about Xiaomin, didn't the two kids in the second house follow him?"

"Min Xiaohui is a stutterer again, I really don't know what sin the Min family has committed."

"Master, we all know that the Min family has no money, and you are willing to come and see what's going on. You are really a kind person."

Chu Yueqing just smiled at the villagers' compliments, holding the peach wood sword and followed Min Xiaohui into an old house. It was a very old-style house. Compared with the cement houses built by other villagers, the Min family still used earth bricks.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a patio.

She looked at him and asked, "What is the relationship between the couple just now and your family?"

"That...that's my uncle and aunt." Min Xiaohui explained intermittently.

It took a long time for Chu Yueqing to figure out Min Xiaohui's family relationship.

Min Yan's father and Min Xiaohui's grandfather are brothers. Min Xiaohui's grandfather has two sons, one of whom is Min Xiaohui's father and the other is his uncle.

Both sons of his uncle jumped to their deaths, and Min Xiaohui is left with only his sister.

Occasionally, his uncle would give Min Xiaohui money, but most of the time, he didn't want to return to this sad place.

"We're here." Min Xiaohui stopped at a small room next to the patio, holding a bowl of sugar water.

The door was made of firewood and was easily pushed open.

The sound of ropes rubbing against each other came from the small room.

"Sister, I'm back." Min Xiaohui carefully carried the sugar water into the room.

The room was dark, without light, and a little cold and damp. There was a chair in the middle, and a girl with a braided hair, about fifteen or sixteen years old, was tied up.

Seeing that someone had returned, Min Xiaomin stopped struggling to tie and loosen her rope. Her hair was sticking to her scalp due to sweat, and her face was very thin due to malnutrition. "Xiaohui, help me untie the rope. The vegetables in the field need to be watered."

She licked her dry and chapped lips, "I promise you that I will not jump off the building."

"Okay... okay."

Min Xiaohui put the bowl of sugar water on the ground and untied the rope around Xiaomin. "Jia... Jiajie, if you... want to jump off the building, you must... tell me."

After tying the rope,

Min Xiaohui picked up the sugar water and handed it over. "The master... gave it to me."

Min Xiaomin took the sugar water, thanked Chu Yueqing, and then drank a little carefully, and then handed it back to Min Xiaohui.

The two siblings depended on each other for survival. They were poor and could not even get enough to eat, so they did not care about who ate whose saliva.

After the two siblings finished eating,

Chu Yueqing looked at Xiaomin who was constantly rubbing her wrist and asked, "Why do you want to jump off the building?"

Min Xiaomin was at a loss, and her braided hair swayed as she shook her head: "I don't know, I didn't feel this way before. Ever since my uncle's brother Xing and brother Hong jumped off the building and died, I started to have the urge to jump off the building."

Things are not simple.

Chu Yueqing took out the compass and walked around the house. "Although the house is old, the Mingtang is open and spacious, and it is an excellent location for storing wind and absorbing air."

Min Xiaomin asked curiously: "Master, what does the open Mingtang represent?"

"The function of the Mingtang is to gather energy. The wider it is, the more aura it can carry, and the better the fortune will be. Your Mingtang is so open, and your descendants will have good fortune. And the Xuanwu behind the house is also stable, and the position of the population is also fine."

But the young generation of the Min family ended up so badly.

If there is no problem with Feng Shui, there will definitely be no situation where blood relatives of the same lineage die one after another.

If there is no problem with the Yang house, then it is the Yin house.

"When my grandfather was still alive, the conditions at home were indeed okay." Min Xiaomin sighed, rubbing the bruises on her wrists from being tied up, but she didn't blame her brother in her heart. If it wasn't for her brother finding someone to tie her up, she would be a corpse now.

Chu Yueqing roughly understood what was going on, and she put away the compass and walked out.

There were many people gathered outside the Min house. They had heard that the poor Min family had invited a Feng Shui master back. Those who were eating with bowls and those who had just returned from farming were all watching the excitement with great interest.

Chu Yueqing looked back and said, "Xiaohui, I want to see the graves of your ancestors. Take me there."

"Okay... okay." Min Xiaohui pointed outside, "The village... the village chief is... just outside. He... he knows it best."

He looked in the direction.

The crowd made way.

An old man with a cane and wearing a white training suit walked in tremblingly, followed by a man serving him.

Village Chief Min smoothed his white beard. At his age, he should know how to judge people.

When he saw Chu Yueqing carrying a compass and a peach wood sword, and with a calm and extraordinary demeanor, he knew that the other party must be a very capable person.

"Master." Village Chief Min leaned on his cane and bent slightly to show courtesy, and made a gesture of invitation to the door, "I have heard about the matter from Amao. I will take you to see the ancestral tomb of the Min family."

"Thank you, Village Chief." Chu Yueqing smiled.

"Amao." Village Chief Min called out, and the tall and strong man immediately squatted down and carried the village chief on his back, then held the cane horizontally.

The group went up the mountain in a mighty manner.

They arrived at their destination.

Village Chief Min got off the ground, leaned on his cane again, and smiled apologetically at Chu Yueqing who was coming from behind, "Master, please forgive me for making fun of you. I am really old and useless. I am the only one here who knows the location of Min Xiaohui's ancestral tomb, so I can only go there in person."

"Village Chief, Xiaohui and I appreciate your kindness." Chu Yueqing smiled politely and then looked at the mountain.

Village Chief Min pointed to several directions, and Chu Yueqing took a look and didn't look again until the last tomb.

"This is the grave of Grandpa Xiaohui."

Village Chief Min also said: "Grandpa Xiaohui's grave should be the best grave in the Min family in terms of feng shui. A feng shui master came to see it and said that the descendants buried in this grave will definitely have both wealth and happiness."

As he spoke, Village Chief Min leaned on his crutches and closed his eyes, his face full of sorrow, "Grandpa Xiaohui and I are half brothers, and it is heartbreaking to see his descendants end up like this. The world is so unpredictable, the world is so unpredictable!"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the trees trembled. In front of the tombstone were three broken and dirty bowls, one of which was filled with dried chicken blood, and paper money was blown into the air by the cold wind.

Chu Yueqing looked at the paper money, and her eyes gradually became cold.

She looked back at the crowd of people from Min Village who were watching the excitement and laughed angrily.

"How can this be the grave of Grandpa Xiaohui? It's clearly someone else buried there."