The buildings next to the pond have long been demolished and razed to the ground, and they can't even see the foundation... Read the latest and most complete novels. This is why Fan Li has been studying for several years but never thought about the buildings next to him.

After all, he had preconceived ideas, and he always thought that this place had a pond. Once a person fell into a horn, it would be difficult to get out. Fortunately, he had enough patience and often came to the village to study and became familiar with the relationship with the villagers, so he knew the truth from the old people in the village.

The buildings next to the pond have been destroyed for a long time. I am afraid that even the young people in the village will not know that there were some buildings next to the pond. Without the help of the elderly in the village, Fan Li would probably not be able to successfully restore the Feng Shui Bureau in the village for a lifetime. This can also confirm the importance of interpersonal relationships.

Fang Yuan is not a god, so it is impossible to know the cause and effect of the matter by counting his fingers. He must ask Fan Li for inquiries.

Fan Li did not hide it and said bluntly: "Next to the pond, it turned out to be an altar, not only the public activity center of the village, but also the place where the village used to worship the world, welcome officials, celebrate and public gatherings."

"Next to the altar, there are three other big houses, which are the ancestral halls in the village. However, in that special period, the altar and the ancestral hall were demolished. The bricks and mud were taken to fill the pits, and the wood was picked up as firewood."

Fan Li sighed softly: "From then on, the Feng Shui situation in the village has declined."

"...This is a crime." The villagers said sarcastically: "The ancestral halls are demolished, and even the ancestors don't recognize them. No wonder the situation in the village is getting worse every year."

At the same time, Mr. Pei speculated: "In this way, the mystery of Feng Shui is in the altar and the ancestral hall?"

"Haha, it's almost the same." Fan Li smiled and said, "Brother, let's talk about this privately again. Don't disturb Master Fang's research on the situation."

"The Feng Shui Bureau in the village is already in chaos, and the clues are not very clear, so it is difficult to study." Fang Yuan smiled bitterly. Unless he learned from Fan Li, asked the old people in the village little by little what buildings there were originally in the village, and then classified them and integrated them. Only in this way can the Feng Shui situation in the village be restored.

Otherwise, it would be a very difficult thing to push the Feng Shui situation backwards on the broken Feng Shui ruins. The clues are not complete and there is a lack of key information. It is hard for a good cook to cook without rice.

"Master Fang. There is no hurry to do this." Fan Li said with a smile: "If you can't study it today, then you will continue tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Anyway, you are traveling, so it's not a short time for these few days."

"Uh..." Fang Yuan smiled and said with the flow: "Yes."

At this moment, the villager finally understood and said in surprise: "Is this little brother a Feng Shui master?"

"Yes, why? Do you look down on others?" Fan Li pointed out: "He is a professional Feng Shui master, looking for dragons and pointing acupoints, attracting wealth and eliminating evil spirits. This is his master's proficiency. Unlike me, I only have the ability to bury Yin and Mao, and urge officials to show their honor."

"Ah, I feel respectful, I feel respectful." The villager was half-believing, but he was quite polite on the surface. After all, if he didn't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, he would definitely give Fan Li a face.

"Uncle, don't listen to Senior Fan. He is competing with me in the exam." Fang Yuan smiled, and then he turned around and asked: "Uncle, there was a master who gave you the feng shui of the village. Do you know what regulations are there?"

"Master Fang, don't ask, he definitely doesn't know." Fan Li smiled and said, "At that time, he was not born yet, so it's almost the same to ask his father."

"Uncle Fan, don't say it, I really know some of the situation." The villager refuted and said proudly: "I may not even know what I know."

"Really or not?" Fan Li naturally expressed doubts.

"It's definitely true." The villagers smiled proudly, "Mr. Fan, you don't know. It was raining a few days ago, and the wind blew very hard, and it scraped off a lot of tiles in the backyard of my ancestral home. When the rain was clear, I would definitely go up the beam to repair the tiles, and then guess what I found?"

"Huh?" When the others heard this, they immediately thought.

Fan Li is a man in the martial arts world and has a lot of knowledge. When he heard this, he immediately asked in surprise: "Is there something hidden on the beam?"

"By the way." The villagers patted their legs and said respectfully: "Mr. Fan, you are better off. That's right, when I was setting up the ladder and climbing the beam, I swept the dust on the beam, and then found that there was a secret grid on the beam, and there was a small package in the secret grid..."

At the critical moment, the villagers paused, obviously keeping a secret. The fat man couldn't help asking: "Uncle, tell me quickly, what's in the package?"

"Hehe, Mr. Fan should know that the house in the backyard of my ancestral house is my grandfather's bedroom. After my grandfather passed away, the house became empty." The villagers said in a daze: "So after I found the package, I could immediately conclude that this thing was definitely my grandfather's relic."

"You probably don't know that my grandfather was a figure back then. He was a scholar in the late Qing Dynasty. If the imperial examination had not been abolished by the imperial court, he might have been able to be a juren and a Jinshi."

The villagers sighed: "Although my grandfather was a bit born at the wrong time, he was still a scholar. He could be called a gentry in the past and must be very famous. I thought that what he left behind might be a treasure..."

"Yes." The little fat man agreed: "Maybe it's precious antique calligraphy and paintings, or something. As a literati, if you don't collect a few copybooks, you're embarrassed to say hello to others."

"Yes, yes, yes, I think so too." The villagers nodded repeatedly.

"No..." At this moment, Fan Li shook his head, carefully looked at the villagers' faces, and then said with great certainty: "The package must be nothing valuable."

"Uh..." The villagers were stunned for a moment, and then smiled bitterly: "I almost forgot that Mr. Fan, you are a great prime minister, and you are a stubborn person and can't hide it from you."

"This is natural." Fan Li looked a little proud: "Looking at your average wealth palace, there is no brightness at all, you know that your income has been stable recently and there is no sign of a sudden wealth."

"Oh, yes, there is no fortune, just a moment of joy." The villager shook his head and sighed, too lazy to hold it, and said directly: "After I found out the package, I opened it excitedly, but found that there were actually several booklets, and it was a handwritten copy."

"But after I finished the roof tiles, I felt like I was looking through the book when I went home, but I made new discoveries."

At the right time, the villagers smiled: "I found that among the few books, two are our family tree, and the remaining two are some notes from my grandfather back then. Among the notes, there are some records of the master helping our village to feng shui..."

"Really?" In an instant, everyone's eyes lit up and surprises interspersed.

"Uncle Fan, no one dares to lie to you." The villager smiled and said, "If you don't believe me, just go home with me and I'll take a look."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go quickly." Fan Li took the lead without saying a word. Anyway, he knew where the villagers' home was, and he didn't worry about not being able to find a place.

The others naturally followed quickly and soon came to the villagers' residence.

When he walked to the door, Fang Yuan looked carefully and found that the villagers' houses cover a large area, with a front hall and back yard, plus more than a dozen large rooms, arranged in an orderly manner around the patio, which was quite imposing.

No wonder the villagers say that their ancestors were a family of gentry, which is the biggest basis. Unfortunately, no matter how rich the ancestors are, they have little to do with their descendants. The villagers now have to farm for a living, and the scenery is no longer there.

Also, even the imposing house, after decades of baptism of wind and rain, the eaves of the house walls and eaves gradually became old, no longer as bright as before, and even showed signs of failure.

Perhaps for young people today, no matter how broad this kind of ancient building is, it is probably not as comfortable as a modern cement house worth dozens of square meters.

Of course, if the city develops here, then these dilapidated houses are very valuable things. It is not that the houses are valuable, but that the land is valuable. This is reality.

But I think that should be a long time later. Now the villagers in the entire village have not renovated new houses, so they can only live in their ancestral houses, repairing them from time to time, and just living by hand...

"Squeak!"

When he arrived at the door, the villager pushed open the door, then turned around and smiled, "Come in quickly, sit in the hall first, and have a glass of water."

Although this house is a bit dilapidated, the floor is cleaned very clean. It is definitely not a question of spotlessness, but there is absolutely no garbage. After a closer look, you can find that the floor is laid out of blue bricks, and the bricks are very dense, forming an orderly pattern texture.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but sigh when he walked through it. Although the craftsmen in the old society could not afford to build high-rise buildings due to the limitations of materials, their attention to various details had already reached the pinnacle.

As a professional designer, Fang Yuan naturally knew that ancient architecture was meticulous and meticulous. In contrast, modern architecture might be built very tall, but very rough.

However, no matter how rough the building is, it cannot withstand high efficiency and vast space. If you build a house according to traditional craftsmanship, it will be impossible to repair it in less than a year or two. However, under the same living area, modern workers will probably complete it in one or two months.

The result of pursuing efficiency is naturally gain and loss. There is definitely no traditional house in detail. Anyway, after entering this house, Fang Yuan found many meaningful things while he was swimming.

Door frames, walls, column foundations, window lattices, beams and other places have all been carefully carved to form beautiful stone carvings, brick carvings, wood carvings, and painting patterns.
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