Chapter 302 Feng Shui guy, you’ve been here for ten or eight years! Yang Ming believes that he

Chapter 302 Feng Shui guy, you’ve been here for ten or eight years! Yang Ming believes that he is the best Feng Shui! !

Yang Jirong was talking with Yang Shuhai and others in the living room.

When he saw Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang coming over, Yang Jirong knew that these two people had something to tell him.

"Mr. Yang, there are some things we want to talk to you alone."

"Then come to my room."

Yang Jirong, Uncle Chen, and Song Shaoguang came to his room. Yang Jirong asked hurriedly: "Uncle Chen, Professor Song, you also visited my parents' cemetery today? What do you think? Is it suitable to move the grave?"

What Yang Jirong is most concerned about is whether his parents' cemetery is suitable for relocation?

According to tradition, those who are older than ten years have to move their graves. What's more, the graves of Yang Jirong's parents have been there for more than 20 years now, so they should have their graves moved.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang looked at each other, and Song Shaoguang said: "Mr. Yang, let me tell you first, moving a grave is not that simple. For example, if you want to move a grave, you must at least find a more suitable cemetery than the current one. Otherwise, if you move a grave, If the new cemetery is not good, it will bring other problems."

In other words, the graves of ancestors are not suitable for moving around at will, unless a more suitable one can be found before the grave can be moved.

Yang Jirong nodded. He knew that was the case, so he asked the two Feng Shui masters to come back and take a look.

"Professor Song, I understand. It is precisely because of that that I want you to take a look at the mountains in Longchuan to see where there is a new cemetery that is more suitable for parents."

"Mr. Yang, this will take a lot of time. I'm afraid it won't be solved within a year and a half. If you move the cemetery to another place at will, problems are likely to occur."

A year and a half?

Yang Jirong felt a little pity.

He can't stay in his hometown for so long. He will return to Xiangjiang after the Spring Festival, so he can't spend so much time on this.

He thought that if there was a suitable place in the nearby mountains, the tomb could be moved after sweeping the tomb.

At this time, Uncle Chen said: "Mr. Yang, if you don't mind us telling you the truth, I will tell you now."

"Truth? Uncle Chen, tell me."

"It's like this. At first, before we came back, we thought that your son, Mr. Yang, could achieve such great achievements and become the richest man in Hong Kong and even the Chinese people. It must be because of the good feng shui of his hometown and even his ancestors' shady house. After we go to see it today, In fact, I found that Feng Shui is very average.”

Feng shui is average?

Doesn’t that mean?

Yang Jirong seemed to react.

"Mr. Yang, this is indeed the case. We thought there was something wrong with the compass at first. We looked at it many times, and combined with the environment there, we found that it was indeed like that." Song Shaoguang also said.

At this time, Yang Jirong also understood.

That is to say, his son Yang Ming's current achievements have little to do with the Feng Shui of his ancestral tomb.

After he heard this, Yang Jirong felt even happier.

"You two, if that's the case, it means that my son relies on himself for everything."

"Mr. Yang is indeed like that."

If we want to say that Li Jiacheng is so successful, it is because of his prosperous husband Zhuang Yueming.

So now that Mr. Yang is so successful, they feel that Mr. Yang relies entirely on himself, rather than relying on the wealth brought by the feng shui blessings of his ancestors.

"Uncle Chen, Professor Song, I understand."

"We neither dare nor want to deceive or deceive you about this matter. Therefore, we still have to make it clear to you. Of course, it is precisely because of this that we can see how powerful your son, Mr. Yang, is." Song Shaoguang said sincerely.

Uncle Chen, Song Shaoguang and Yang Jirong finished speaking.

Yang Jirong was still very happy in his heart.

Yang Jirong went to call Li Yufang and Yang Ming.

In the room, Yang Jirong told Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang what they had just said.

"Sir, are you saying that the feng shui in the Yang family's ancestral cemetery is very average, and that under normal circumstances, Peter would not be so wealthy?" Li Yufang asked in disbelief.

"Uncle Chen and Professor Song do think that way."

Yang Ming was surprised when he heard it.

He had to say that these two masters did not lie to his father.

Yang Ming knew very well that if the Yang family's feng shui was really that good, then the villagers of the Sanjiantang production team would not be so poor.

Even if there was Yang Ming's predecessor, it would be impossible for him to turn into a vegetative state in a car accident, and even end up being killed by his soul from the future.

In other words, Yang Ming's current achievements really have little to do with the Yang family's Feng Shui, but have something to do with Yang Ming himself.

At this point, Yang Ming can confirm that Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang do have something. At least in terms of Feng Shui theory, they are very good at it and did not lie to them.

If it is other Feng Shui masters, you may be in ten to eight years, and a fortune teller may be in thirty or fifty years.

Anyway, in many cases, these things can be deceived by Feng Shui masters, whether you believe them or not.

Considering Mr. Yang's status and influence in Xiangjiang, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang did not dare to deceive him.

They could see that the Feng Shui in Mr. Yang's hometown was also very average, and the Feng Shui in the ancestral graves was even more average. Under such circumstances, they were even more surprised that Mr. Yang could achieve such achievements.

"Daddy, Mommy, no matter whether Uncle Chen and Professor Song have deceived us or not, when we go back to our hometown to pay homage to our ancestors and sweep their graves, it is entirely out of filial piety and respect for our ancestors, and has nothing to do with anything else. In my opinion , everything must be achieved by oneself, rather than relying on others to obtain it.”

"Peter, you are right. When we come back this time, we simply pay homage to our ancestors and visit their graves. It is also to commemorate our ancestors and show that we have not forgotten that we are a member of this place."

Now Yang Jirong can't figure it out either.

"Peter, you're really good."

Li Yufang also said.

Yang Ming did not stay.

When Yang Ming left, Yang Jirong breathed a sigh of relief for some reason.

He already understood the explanations given by Uncle Chen and Yang Ming just now.

If it was really the blessing of the ancestors, then their family would not be rich now, and his brothers should also be rich, but they are not.

As Song Shaoguang said just now, moving a grave is not an easy task. It will take at least a year and a half to find a more suitable cemetery.

Under such circumstances, Yang Jirong's plan to relocate his parents' graves may have to be abandoned.

In other words, when he returned to his hometown this time, in addition to Yang Ming recognizing his ancestors and returning to the clan, he also visited the graves of his ancestors. Finally, he spent the Spring Festival in his hometown and then returned to Xiangjiang.

"Mr. Yang, did your father just tell you?"

Yang Ming just returned to the room.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang came over.

"Uncle Chen, Professor Song, in my opinion, is the best Feng Shui!"

Is it the best feng shui in itself?

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang seemed thoughtful.

When the two people left, Yang Ming looked out the window in the room.

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