Especially in the Qing Dynasty civilization, which was a prescription for every time the head was beheaded, and a group of people went to rob the prisoners of blood and used medicine to induce medicine.

Li Shusheng just suspected that Huangpi was cheating money. But at this moment, Huangpi said that the wires were broken. He did not doubt that Huangpi was old at all.

Yes. Although a tomb has not been buried yet, it has already belonged to him. Now it is under the Western evil formation. Doesn’t it affect his family who will affect?

But as a poor hunter, I don’t have the money to change to another tomb. It’s never cheap to look at Feng Shui. Because: First, this is Confucian filial piety. Let parents enter a good tomb! Second, this is the most important benefit. Good Feng Shui. Parents’ corpses can benefit themselves!

Hyo-ri is inseparable at this moment.

After Huang Pi Lao left, Li Shusheng swung his axe and cut the telephone pole. Anyway, this was in the wilderness and no one saw it.

What happened afterwards has strengthened his view and the correctness of Huangpi Lao---these poles must have magic tricks!

After he cut it off, a group of people came soon and stood up again--how did they know so quickly? This is in the wilderness!

He chopped again. Then he soon stood up again.

Cut again...

Li Shusheng did it with hatred and fear. The last time he stole a neighbor's black dog and killed it under the telephone pole. He threw the black dog blood on a telephone pole before chopping it down. He was afraid of being cursed by this evil thing.

"Take the voice of Li Shusheng! He destroys official things!" Weng Jianguang yelled murderously at the village chief of the Farmers' Association in Kouwai Village. He pressed the pistol at the waist. Behind him were more than twenty hooligans with their chests exposed and tattooed. Everyone was holding swords and guns. This time the Telegram Hall was really angry.

"Hmph. You just want to hand over it? Why?" But the new village chief was not afraid at all. The village chief of the Song Dynasty was different from the village chief with a white beard. Most of them were young people. They often had sex. When the rebels came, they dared to pick up swords and guns to cut off the gentry who was originally "respected". In essence, they were part of the rebels. Many of them had fought wars and were all guys who had seen big scenes.

"What did I say? Didn't you hear it? He cut down the telephone poles continuously. He was sick!" Weng Jianguang looked at the arrogant village chief, but did not punch him in the face. Because there were more than a hundred villagers standing behind the village chief, he squeezed at the entrance of the village and glared at them. He also had weapons in his hands. Many of them were brown besse.

"He is just sick." The village chief glanced at Weng Jianguang and said, "You are not from the court, not from the sheriff, not from the army. You are unfounded and have no evidence. Take people? Make jokes!"

"Evidence? We found the Feng Shui master. He said that the tomb was in the gap! He also said that the wires affected the Feng Shui of Li Shusheng's tomb!" Weng Jian was trembling all over.

"Evidence? Who of you saw that it was cut down by the Li Shusheng in our village?" The village chief sneered and waved his hand: "Get out!"

"Let me talk with Li Shusheng." Weng Jianguang couldn't help but start to soften.

"Not here." The village chief smiled.

"You ***! Believe it or not, I shot you to death?" Weng Jianguang could no longer bear this bastard. He took out his gun and faced the village chief. "Damn it!" Immediately, Fang Bingsheng rushed up with a gun, and the other party howled and pushed the musket, and the big knife came over.

The village chief glared at Weng Jianguang and his gun, and said with a sneer: "I just became the village chief. I used to be the Sun and Moon Army in Ganzhou. I came back from injury. Everyone chose me as the village chief. The order the court gave to the village chief was: to collect rent and taxes, maintain public order, eliminate bandits and unite the villagers. Otherwise, you will find an official. I did not cooperate with the telegram and foreign company to get the orders of our villagers!"

After saying that, he stretched out his head and looked behind Weng Jianguang. He said, "Don't use a few guns to scare the village outside the village. In the past, when there were no foreign guns, our village fought countless times. Now there are guns. We have thirty-two muskets. One volley shot will knock you, a group of evil Western gangsters, into sieves; there are twelve-pound field guns in the village. I'm lazy to care about you. I didn't pull it out. Do you want to try it?"

"Brother, we are asking for money. We have no intention of scaring you." Weng Jianguang saw that he couldn't get it. He bullied the weak and feared the strong and said soft words again: "Then the place is indeed wasteful. He did not infringe on you and Li Shusheng. Call him out. My secretary is a juren. I know a lot. Tell this brother. I have friends all over the world."

"That boy is afraid of running away. I don't know when he will come back." The village chief said. Then he glanced at Weng Jianguang: "Are you afraid of having your son and grandson with blood transfusions?"

"I'm a man!" Weng Jianguang hugged his head, then ran to the back and took a bundle of wires from the car and shouted to the village chief: "This wire is solid. There is no eye. How can you transfusion blood?"

The village chief looked at the broken wire, stunned for a moment, raised his head and sneered, "You can pass on a message without eyes, but you can pass on a message without eyes? How can you pass on it? The demonic magic does not need to have eyes."

At night, a group of hooligans were sitting around the fire in the telephone poles. Everyone was very depressed.

"Brother, do you think we are really a magic trick?" Shan Ji was confused with a small piece of wire. The village chief's question was really loud----You are honest. How can you pass the message if you are not a magic trick?

"What kind of magic is wrong or not! We can make money!" Deputy Lao Zhang seemed to be very knowledgeable about this question and immediately replied. Then he asked Weng Jianguang: "Boss, please give me some money. I bought this one. It's almost 20 taels. Anyway, it's a waste."

Weng Jianguang bit a grass stem and said, "No! This is not our fault! And if we look at this head, those hundreds of miles long telegram lines, aren't there anyone looking for trouble everywhere? Cut the pole and ask us for money. If the money is small, I will be done. This matter goes straight to God!"

Fang Bingsheng asked in a low voice: "Can you bypass the gap?"

"How can you go around! If you don't walk here, you don't go around the west mountain, or you don't go around the east mountain. How long does it take? Do you give out the money?" Deputy Old Zhang snorted disdainfully.

Everyone sighed. What should I do if I can't solve this problem? You can't live here. Beware that Li Shusheng was stupid? Fang Bingsheng looked up and said, "Master, should you just take a pot to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot!"

"How to draw?" Weng Jianguang said casually indifferently.

"Didn't he just think this is Feng Shui treasure? We ruined it for him! Is there any way?" Fang Bingsheng said.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned at first, and then shouted at the same time: "Gao!"

At that time, everyone in China knew some Feng Shui. At this moment, they immediately made suggestions: Someone wanted to find a few trucks of manure to splash on Li Shusheng's tomb. Someone wanted to sprinkle them with black dog blood.

Weng Jianguang patted Fang Bingsheng on the shoulder at this moment and applauded repeatedly: "I am worthy of being a scholar. I have a good understanding of how to destroy it!"

Li Shusheng stayed at his relative's house for 7 days. It was already evening when he came back. He didn't go back to the village and ran to the gap. He was thinking about his Feng Shui treasure and the continuous protection had already made him recognize his part. It was like a place that loved his son and loved that. He felt that the place that was given to him by God. What would he do if so many things were done?

But as soon as he arrived there, he was stunned.

He looked at the gap in dumbfoundedly, and then slowly knelt on the road, bursting into tears.

The west mountain has become a swamp.

The east is high in the gap, and the south is low. The Telegraph Hall directly blows up the mountain and blocks the river. The river water floods out and flows into the west of the gap. Turns the foot of the mountain into a large mud pond. The treasure cave is below.

"God!" Li Shu roared. He rushed into the mud in the west from the road. He poured mud and water with his hands. He wanted to see his own sign. But he didn't see the sign. But he saw a strange tree branch inserted into it.

He wades ten feet away, screaming and falling to sit in the mud. It was not a branch at all, but a lower half of a person. He was buried with his head facing down, with only two legs standing in the air.

Li Shusheng dug out the corpse. The man's upper body was covered in mud. He was soaked in mud and his whole body smelled. It seemed that it was because Fang Han passed by, so that it took him a few days.

He looked thin and had a small braid on the back of his neck. The sound of Li Shu seemed familiar. Then he saw something hanging on the braid on the corpse - a red silk and three copper coins.

Feng Shui Master Huangpi was inserted his head down into the treasure acupoint he had pointed.

Li Shusheng, who was soaked all over, returned to the village in a daze. However, she found that the blind mother died on the bed - her son caused a huge disaster, which caused the officials to kill the village and ran away. Although she was driven away by the villagers, she was frightened and frightened. She was already old and died silently.

Li Shusheng looked at the corpse, as if it was struck by lightning, and he was stunned. Now the tomb was found early and was destroyed. My mother happened to die. Where can the body be buried to give him good luck?

Hyo-ri and Virtue are both lost!!

"Mom!" A wailing sound came from the village outside the mouth.

In the following month, many people saw a filial son with white cloth wrapped around his head walking south along the telegram line, regardless of day or night, no matter whether it was wind or rain.

Finally one day, he stopped. He saw the telegram wire on his head and inserted it into a building.

He slowly walked over and stared at the door, as if the house would stand up and run away at any time. His hand slowly pulled out of his arms, holding a kitchen knife tightly.

On the third day, all major newspapers in Haijing made explosive headlines: "The Longchuan Telegraph Bureau of Huizhou Prefecture was attacked, the telegrapher was killed in three or five times, and the killer was shot dead on the spot."

After receiving the report, Zhao Kuo was furious: "This must have been done by Zeng Guofan! A terrorist attack!!"

However, if Zeng Guofan heard this guy's roar, he would definitely curl his lips and said disdainfully: "Don't care about my bird's affairs. I didn't even beat the soy sauce."

A year later, Fang Bingsheng got off the large Western shock-proof carriage. He wore a round top hat, a neat suit and bow tie, and his leather shoes were shining. He carried a square briefcase in his hand. When he walked into the Western Society building, all the waiters nodded to him--a senior manager of the Haisong Telegraph Hall, Weng Jianguang's confidant.

Telegraph Hall is also a new money-making machine. Because they issue stocks, Telegraph's profit is very stable. A stock that invests 100 taels, but the annual dividend is about 10 taels. Many people want to squeeze in. They can only buy stocks that others have invested. So the stock is not traded at book value. Recently, the market price of Telegraph Hall per share is 150 taels. The original shareholders have all made a fortune. They are hesitant between selling and taking dividends.

At this moment, the managers of each telegraph hall rented the conference room of the Western Society and held an annual meeting.

Weng Jianguang, general manager of Haisong Telegraph Hall, the first listed company in Haisong, sat in the first seat. He turned the big diamond ring in his hand and was filled with happy memories of the glorious years: "A year ago, when I handled the Feng Shui incident in Kouwai Village, Your Majesty said to me: You are very powerful. You can go to the railway in the future; I didn't know what the railway was at that time. Thanks to Lord Zhong Jialiang's knowledgeable and taught me that he was the tiger that made money! Now we can ask Your Majesty to build a railway. We have the manpower and the ability to solve problems. Money is a problem. But Your Majesty is too conservative and does not provide funds. This is wrong. Western learning is a good thing. How can we stop..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door. The door opened a crack. Fang Bingsheng stretched out his head and nodded to the boss. Weng Jianguang immediately smiled at everyone attending the meeting, "I lost my companion for a moment."

Walking outside the door, Fang Bingsheng was standing side by side with a fat man. Fang Bingsheng pointed at the other party and introduced: "This is Manager Fang of Gaozhou..."
Chapter completed!