Then he praised them for not running away when encountering problems, which was indeed very similar to him.
Finally, I told them how to use this pill.
To put it simply, this was the first time that my grandfather confessed his identity as a Feng Shui master in a letter and admitted that he had arranged Feng Shui for the Lin family.
Yan Yian frowned unconsciously when he saw this. He actually didn't quite understand why the two old men were at odds with each other.
At least when Grandpa was willing to go to the Lin family to arrange the feng shui, he probably didn't hate the Lin family as much as he did later.
There were other people around, but the two did not elaborate. However, early the next morning, the Yan family gathered in the study for a small meeting.
Yan Ci couldn't help but yawn: "Brother, hurry up and tell me, I played a dungeon with a bunch of ragtag teammates last night, and now I just want to sleep."
Seeing his tears welling up, Yan's mother felt helpless and amused: "You are so honest, I asked you to play with him, but I didn't ask you to stay up all night with him."
Yan Ci yawned again: "Mom, you don't know how stupid his classmates are."
Yan Xianjue, Shen Fangli and Zhou were fine, Yan Ci hadn't expected the three of them to be of much use.
But how come those rich second-generations who are famous for eating, drinking and having fun can’t even play a game well?
Is he mentally retarded or handicapped? Yan Ci couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Compared with them, Yan Xianjue has good skills, at least his hands can keep up with the instructions of his brain.
He shook his head, drank the coffee in his hand, and put the coffee cup back on the table with a 'pop'.
Yan Wan: "Yan Ci, can you really hold on? Or why don't you go to bed first?"
Yan Ci shook his head: "No, go ahead."
In fact, there was no need to say anything. While Yan Ci was drinking coffee, Yan Yian had already handed the letter paper to Yan's father and mother.
After reading it, Yan's father and mother conveyed their subtle feelings to Yan Wan, who then passed it to Yan Ci.
Yan Yian glanced at Yan Shan, and after confirming that she had no intention of speaking, he said, "The Lin family's feng shui map is used to prolong life."
Yan Wan: "But when Grandpa arranged the feng shui for the Lin family, Mr. Lin should have been still very young."
Based on Yan Wan's stereotype of the Lin family, it is possible that the Lin family would get promoted and get rich by hiring someone to arrange feng shui, but why did it have to prolong their life?
Father Yan was thoughtful when he heard this: "Maybe it was prepared for Mr. Lin's father."
The whole family looked at Yan's father.
Father Yan stroked his chin and recalled, "I don't remember it very clearly. I seem to have the impression that he rarely went out and his health was not very good. Of course, it may also be due to the historical background at that time. The Lin family wanted to keep a low profile."
"But," Yan Ci raised his hand. Seeing everyone's eyes on him, he pointed to the place on the letter that stated how to use the pills and said angrily, "Isn't this just a powerful herbicide?"
Yan family: "..."
Otherwise, don’t bring Yan Ci when you go to the grave tomorrow. I always feel that he can make the old man angry and come back to life.
Yan Ci argued confidently, "Sealing it with wax and storing it in a cold place like the north is just to extend the shelf life of the pills!"
What's going on? Why does it suddenly seem to make sense?
The whole family looked at Yan Ci in disbelief. Yan Wan praised him, "Xiao Ci! You're actually smart for once!"
Banquet speech: "..."
That’s a good compliment, but don’t compliment me again next time.
Although the metaphor in the banquet speech was not very appropriate, it was indeed very vivid.
The method the old man left them to destroy the Lin family's feng shui was to let all the trees within the Lin family's ancestral home die, and the feng shui he left behind would naturally be untied.
As if to prove that his method is effective.
The old man also listed how he used the vitality of trees to restore Yan Xianjue's health.
This is also the reason why those little animals like Yan Xianjue so much.
Yan Ci objected to this: "Yan Xianjue and I clearly spent about the same amount of time at Grandpa's."
Yan Wan tried to make him understand: "Do you want to see some photos of yourself when you were a child?"
"As strong as a calf. If I bump into you, you'll fall over backwards twice."
"Do you think you still need to cook for yourself?"
Banquet speech: "..."
Yan Ci shut up.
Different from the photos of Yan Xianjue as a child who looked like a little golden boy, every photo of Yan Ci as a child can be regarded as a black history.
Yan Ci muttered, "Just talk, why are you making personal attacks?"
When he was a child, he never understood why his grandfather always held Yan Xianjue and not him, and he went home to complain in grievance.
It was not until later that he realized that it was not that his grandfather did not want to hug him, but that he was simply unable to do so.
Oh, how would he know why he was so strong when he was a child?
Mother Yan and Father Yan looked at each other and curled their eyes.
Unlike what Yan Ci thought was his dark history, Yan's father and mother always regretted that Yan Xianjue did not have as good a body as Yan Ci when he was born.
What does appearance mean? Health is not as important.
Yan Shan slowly raised an important question: "How do we get the pills into the Lin family?"
Moreover, this thing will not work just by being placed there. It needs to be dissolved in water before it can be absorbed by the tree roots.
This may not be of any use to them in dealing with the protagonists of the Lin family, but as the old man said in the letter, there shouldn't be so many things in this world that don't conform to physics.
It is normal for the younger generations like them to pull out the trees that Grandpa Yan buried with his own hands one by one.
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