Lin Zheng's gloating laughter stopped. He just wanted to watch the fun, so why did the fire burn him?
Wu Zijie was very nervous. "What bloody disaster? Do you have a talisman or something that can resolve it?"
I, I'll pay for him, it shouldn't be expensive, right?"
Wu Zijie was afraid that Lin Zheng wouldn't take it seriously, but he himself was convinced. After all, he had seen the old carpenter who had been dead for many years suddenly appear...
So he was worried about Lin Zheng, who was one of his best friends and he didn't want anything to happen to him.
Mo Shengping looked at the two men's affectation in silence. Why did it look too much like a self-directed play? Because the Taoist priest and the monk who came to their house to look at Feng Shui and cheated them out of money before acted like this.
If he didn't know Wu Zijie well enough and knew that this guy wouldn't say anything to him, he would have turned around and left.
But their family's situation couldn't be any worse, and it's extremely urgent. How about, for Zijie's sake, asking someone to go back and give it a try?
Mo Shengping was torn between his conscience and his desires.
"Of course I have a peace amulet. He is Brother Zijie's friend. I can give him one for free. If the disaster comes true and you still want to deal with the aftermath, come to me." Feng Ling smiled mysteriously and gave out a peace amulet.
Wu Zijie took it gratefully, "Thank you Feng Ling. Here, Lin Zheng, you must take good care of it, even when you sleep at night. No kidding, understand?"
Wu Zijie solemnly handed the amulet to Lin Zheng. In fact, it was similar to the amulets in Taoist temples and Buddhist temples. It was a piece of yellow paper folded into a triangle with a talisman array drawn inside.
If there was really danger, Lin Zheng found it hard to believe that this ordinary piece of paper could really save him from danger, but in order to reassure Wu Zijie, Lin Zheng still took the talisman paper, although he didn't know how Feng Ling saw that he was in danger of blood.
"Thank you both very much." Lin Zheng didn't think much of it. Their family rarely made enemies and was kind and generous. How could there be a bloody disaster unless there was an accident?
Feng Ling naturally noticed the doubts of the two strange young men, but she didn't take it seriously. Some businesses still depend on fate.
Feng Ling looked at Mo Shengping meaningfully, nodded slightly to him, and left.
With Lin Zheng's experiment, Mo Shengping was no longer troubled. He would know the result tomorrow.
Feng Ling was not in a hurry at all. She lived her life as usual, and the next day came immediately.
The second well in the village was indeed half full of water. The villagers were very excited. Not only did they have water, but the newly transplanted trees that were wilted yesterday were now full of energy after being moisturized overnight.
"It's amazing! We looked into the well from time to time last night and didn't see any water flowing in, but every once in a while the water level would rise automatically."
The second well was the same as the first one, so the village chief also arranged five people to guard it. The five people studied it for a whole night but couldn't figure out anything. The well was only half full of water, which was really strange.
The amount of water here is more than that of the first well. If there is such a large amount of water every day, their village will not have to worry about water.
And I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but this water tastes a little sweeter than other waters.
After the village chief arranged for the villagers to fetch water, he asked someone to take the three bags of collected grain and go to Feng's house to report the good news to Feng Ling as soon as possible.
But he was still a step too late. There were already people waiting in the Feng family courtyard, and one of them happened to be his eldest grandson.
"Zijie, what are you doing here?" Didn't he go to school? The village chief was puzzled. If it weren't for the fact that his eldest grandson was always well-behaved and obedient, the village chief would have wanted to rush up and beat him with the soles of his shoes.
Wu Zijie went to the town school early, and then saw Lin Zheng, whose eyes were dark and haggard, and Mo Shengping, who looked anxious. He knew in his heart that Feng Ling's prophecy had come true.
So he hurriedly took the two of them back and went straight to Feng's house, but Feng Ling had not gotten up yet.
The one who had it the hardest was Lin Zheng. If Feng Ling had not had any grudge against him, and if the incident had not happened naturally, reasonably and coincidentally, Lin Zheng would have thought that Feng Ling had deliberately framed him in order to make money.
Lin Zheng was feeling nervous and came to the school to wait before dawn. This was what they had agreed on yesterday. He had to inform Mo Shengping of the result, otherwise he would have come to the Feng family himself first.
"Grandpa, I brought my classmates to see Feng Ling for help." They were in a hurry to get on the road, and Wu Zijie was not quite sure what exactly happened to Lin Zheng.
"Grandpa Wu." Lin Zheng and Mo Shengping greeted him politely, and did not look down on the village chief because he was a low-level farmer.
"Oh, okay, let's go in that way."
The door of the Feng family was still closed. After returning yesterday, Feng Ling went to the fields with Su Shenzi and his mother. The three of them were exhausted. In the evening, they studied the landscape layout of the front yard and were busy until very late.
So, even Mrs. Su overslept, not to mention Feng Ling and Feng Ming.
It was not until the village chief knocked on the door that Su the witch finally arrived. "The village chief is here." She yawned continuously and was still half asleep.
"Have you been thieves? Why haven't you gotten up yet at noon?" Su the witch has never been a lazy person, otherwise she wouldn't be able to support two children.
"Well, being a thief is not as reliable as farming. Yesterday, we mothers dug up several acres of land, and today we planted the new crops.
We are still studying courtyard design at night. Look, village chief, isn’t our courtyard very poetic and picturesque?
This is not only beautiful, but in this small courtyard, there are four seasons, the five elements and eight trigrams, which can bring wealth and safety..."
Su the witch took out the courtyard design that Feng Ling had drawn last night from the table, making the village chief envious.
The paper used was the yellow paper that their family used to draw talismans, and with the addition of black charcoal, Feng Ling was able to draw the beauty of thousands of mountains and rivers.
"Oh, this is so beautiful, isn't it?" the village chief exclaimed in amazement.
He knew that Su Shenpo could read and write. Feng Ling and Feng Ming both learned from Su Shenpo. They couldn't write poetry, but they knew a lot of characters. It turned out that painting was their strong point?
"This painting technique is sophisticated and the artistic conception is extraordinary. It's really amazing." Anyway, the three scholars sitting there could not draw such a good painting.
Even his talented fiancée Liu Yun had broken off the engagement. Did he know what he had missed? This was the first thing Wu Zijie thought of.
"Hehe, it's just so-so. Our house is shabby. If you don't mind, sit down and talk. I won't pour you any water because we don't have any bowls or cups." The ones with chips don't count.
Fortunately, the Wu brothers moved a lot of furniture to them yesterday. Although they were old and second-hand items, they were much better than the ones they had before that were incomplete.
Today we finally have a place for our guests to sit.
The Feng family is indeed very shabby. I don’t know why the master has such a habit, living in a shabby house and eating simple meals. Is this a girl who is indifferent to fame and fortune?
"Feng Ling's abilities have only improved recently." Wu Zijie whispered to his two classmates.
In the past, Feng Ling only had Liu Yun in her eyes, and she lost her own things, like a straw bag.
After divorcing Liu Yun, she became more capable. One has to admit, Liu Yun was actually a wife-killer, right?
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