Xiaoyao Xiaoyao in the mountains

"It's still Mr. Fu who is knowledgeable. We didn't expect that there are so many things in this genealogy."

Hearing Yang Xiaobao's words, Fu Xinghai laughed, waved his hands and said, "Xiaobao, don't say that, in fact, you can't see anything just by looking at the genealogy. I also need to refer to the county annals of your county to find out. Something useful."

"What is a county chronicle?"

Su Guihua, who was sitting by the side, couldn't help asking curiously.

Fu Xinghai smiled and said, "It's actually the history of your county."

"Where can I find this thing?" Su Guihua asked again.

Fu Xinghai thought for a while and said, "Your county cultural center has it, I'm thinking of going to see it in the afternoon."

"Mr. Fu, let's eat first."

Yang Xiaobao picked up a glass of wine and toasted Mr. Fu.

Sitting next to Yang Xiaobao was Fu Xinghai's driver.

Four people, chatting while eating.

"Xiaobao, the County Cultural Center, do you know anyone?" Fu Xinghai asked.

Yang Xiaobao shook his head and said, "To be honest, there really isn't one, but I can ask for you."

"That's great." Fu Xinghai said with a smile.

After eating too much, Yang Xiaobao called Mr. Xue and explained the situation. Can he introduce friends he knows.

"You have asked someone. The curator of the cultural center is my chess friend. We often play chess together. I will call him now and ask him to wait for you at the cultural center in the afternoon."

"Mr. Xue, thank you so much."

"Little Treasure, you are being polite when you say this. Compared to what you have done for our Pan family, I have done too little."

After hanging up Mr. Xue's phone, Yang Xiaobao sent Fu Xingyuan what Xue Jinglun said.

"It's really great. This afternoon, I'm going to the County Cultural Center."

"I'll accompany you." Yang Xiaobao offered.

He was intrigued by Fu Xingyuan, and he also wanted to look up the history of the stone village, especially what the mountain god told him that day, that one of his ancestors pushed the rabbit demon under the stone.

When the rabbit demon was released, he called Yang Xiaobao "Old Man Yang".

Yang Xiaobao knew that it was definitely not him who called the rabbit monster, but the person who pushed it under the stone.

The same surname is Yang, so it must be related.

After dinner, Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan took the car to the county cultural center.

Not long after leaving the village, I saw a Mercedes-Benz big G driving towards me.

Seeing this car, Yang Xiaobao immediately pressed the window.

Coincidentally, the other party also pressed the car window at this time.

When they passed each other, Yang Xiaobao looked at the car, and the people in that car also looked at this side.

It was none other than Yang Hongfei.

Sitting next to Yang Hongfei was Ji Mengjiu.

And Fu Xingyuan also saw Ji Mengjiu at this time.

The eyes of the four people collided and passed by in a flash.

"It's Yang Hongfei and Ji Mengjiu who reads Fengshui." Yang Xiaobao said.

"I know that Ji Mengjiu." Fu Xingyuan said indifferently, "I even called him."

Hearing what Fu Xingyuan said, Yang Xiaobao was taken aback. He never expected that Fu Xingyuan knew Ji Mengjiu.

And yesterday on the phone, he didn't reveal this.

"How did you guys meet?" Yang Xiaobao asked curiously.

Fu Xingyuan smiled and said, "We are colleagues, isn't it easy to get to know each other?"

Yang Xiaobao let out an oh, nodded, thinking so too.

"Then, how is your relationship?" Yang Xiaobao asked again.

"It can be said that different ways do not conspire with each other, and I always feel that this Ji Meng has no real ability to gain fame."

Peers are relatively light, and it seems that it is not bad at all.

Fu Xingyuan didn't seem to have a good impression of his colleague.

At this time, Ji Mengjiu was also talking about Fu Xingyuan with Yang Hongfei.

"Well, this Fu Xingyuan, why is he with Yang Xiaobao?"

When Ji Mengjiu saw Fu Xingyuan, his expression changed, and he said with some displeasure.

Yang Hongfei snorted, and asked in surprise: "The Fu Xingyuan you're talking about, but that old man sitting with Yang Xiaobao?"

"Yes, that's him." Ji Mengjiu nodded.

"What does this Fu Xingyuan do?" Yang Hongfei asked.

Ji Mengjiu smiled and said, "Just like me, a Feng Shui master."

"Why did Yang Xiaobao hire a Feng Shui master?" Yang Hongfei asked in confusion.

Ji Mengjiu snorted, and said lightly: "What else can I do? It must be because of the mountain behind Shitou Village. Maybe the so-called ghost is the hands and feet of Fu Xingyuan."

Hearing Ji Mengjiu's words, Yang Hongfei's face instantly turned cold.

Ji Mengjiu himself knew that his ability was not as great as that of Fu Xingyuan.

So in order not to let Fu Xingyuan ruin his good deeds, he must find a way to get rid of this guy.

"Young Master Yang, you have to be careful, don't let this guy spoil our good deeds." Ji Mengjiu said.

"Don't worry, I will find a way to get rid of this Fu Xingyuan."

After Yang Hongfei finished speaking, he suddenly asked again: "Master Ji, do you really have a way to get rid of that ghost? What if we meet again this time?"

Ji Mengjiu smiled, took out a bracelet from his pocket, and said, "Young Master Yang, you should wear a bunch of Bodhi first."

Yang Hongfei saw that it was a very simple string of Xingyue Bodhi.

On Ji Mengjiu's wrist, there is a string exactly like his.

"Master Ji, is this bracelet really useful?" Yang Hongfei asked suspiciously.

"Of course." Ji Mengjiu said with a smile, "I only have these two strings in my hands. This is not a simple Bodhi, it is blessed by the master."

Hearing Ji Mengjiu's words, Yang Hongfei quickly put it on his wrist.

"Young Master Yang, I wasted a lot of energy when I begged for this bracelet."

How could Yang Hongfei not understand what Ji Mengjiu meant?

He smiled, took out a bank card from his pocket, and said: "Master Ji, there are 50 in it, you take the flowers first, and when this matter is successful, I will give you the rest of the money." .”

"Then thank you Young Master."

Ji Mengjiu smiled, but ended up stuffing the bank card into her pocket.

Together with Fu Xingyuan, Yang Xiaobao went to the county cultural center and found the curator.

The curator is an old man with all white hair. He looks thin and thin, and he looks like that kind of intellectual.

Everyone greeted each other, and Fu Xingyuan explained his purpose of coming.

The curator nodded immediately and said, "No problem, no problem, I will take you to the reference room now, and you can look it up slowly."

The two followed the curator to a very large room filled with bookshelves filled with books.

"That row is our county annals, you can read them slowly."

"Okay, thank you."

After a few words of advice from the curator, he left with an excuse, leaving only Yang Xiaobao and Fu Xingyuan behind.

"Little Treasure, pass the time by yourself, I'll be busy first." Fu Xingyuan said.