C1 Jiang chu

Bianzhou, Phoenix Town, an ancient town that had gone through many vicissitudes of life. With a history of more than three thousand years, it was located twenty kilometers southeast of the Ancient Capital's Bianzhou.

There were no famous mountains here, nor were there any great rivers. However, there were countless famous experts buried here. This was all because of the legends of the Feng Shui Treasures.

Phoenix Town was located 20 kilometers south of the Yellow River, and it was right next to a river that stretched for hundreds of kilometers, which ran through the entire Bianzhou.

According to the position of gossip, the north is the barrier, the barrier is the water, close to the river, and live according to the water. There were no mountains in the north, but the north was above the town's horizon.

The Buried Scriptures had clouds: an inch tall is a mountain, and an inch low is water. And such a place where the mountains and rivers intersect, in addition to being tens of kilometers away from the ancient capital, and located in the east of the Bianzhou, became a treasure that would bury one's bones for several thousands of years.

The hot weather shrouded the once glorious and now decaying little place. At the northwest corner of the town, a courtyard that was not in harmony with the buildings of modern society was leaking traces of coldness. It was obvious that it was not as stuffy as it was outside.

This courtyard had a total of three entrances. The main entrance was in the middle, and there were two 2 meter long ancient red-painted wooden doors. It gave off a feeling of vicissitudes and vicissitudes.

The paint on the door had recently been renovated, and there were two finger-thick brass knocker on the door. Judging from the brightness of the brass knocker and the size of the cladding, it was obviously quite old.

Below the door was a 20-centimeter tall doorstep, which gave off a heavy feeling. On both sides of the door were three eavesdropping buildings facing the north. The entire house exuded a grand aura, as if it was narrating the long history of the house to passers-by.

In the front yard, in front of each side of the house, was a tall osmanthus tree with a bluestone tea table and stone bench beneath it.

In the courtyard was a five-meter square fish pond. Inside, there was a fake mountain about two meters tall. The mountain was covered with dark green moss and had clear water flowing down. The splashing sound was very pleasing to the ears, adding a bit of vitality to the quiet courtyard.

If anyone had known, they would have been surprised. This was because there was no water circulation system under the rock, but water could flow down from the rock.

The owner of this house was almost forty years old. He had never seen a pond being filled with water before, nor had he ever seen such a large or small amount of water.

Under the osmanthus tree on the west side, there was a large rocking chair shaking continuously. A child was lying in the rocking chair, looking very weak. Although his figure was rather thin, he looked especially energetic. His eyes shone like two stars.

This boy was called Jiang Chu, and was ten years old this year. He was the second son of the family named Jiang. The family had two sons. His eldest son, Jiang Feng, was studying at a high school outside while his second son, Jiang Chu, was studying at a primary school in the town. At this time, Jiang Chu was mumbling something, and he couldn't hear it clearly. It seemed to be an ancient language, making it sound very obscure.

A female voice came out from the kitchen: Jiang Chu, it's time to eat. Hurry, after eating, you still have to go to school, stop playing there.

Jiang Chu poked his head into the kitchen and asked: "Mom, what did you cook today?"

It's already good enough to have something to eat. What else do you want to eat?

A woman came out of the kitchen with a steamed bun and a plate of cucumbers. This woman looked to be around 30 years old. She could not be considered beautiful, but she was also clean and elegant, giving off a scholarly vibe.

She was Jiang Chu's mother, a teacher teaching at a middle school in town.

Li Qing said to Jiang Chu. Go to the backyard and ask your father to come over for dinner.

Mom, Grandpa is already dead, why is there a need to clean up the house?

Tidying up the house to see if you can rent it out and buy more, it's not easy to do anything now, and your dad's business isn't doing well either, and he earns more money, buys you good food, and subsidizes his family. Hey, don't ask so many questions about this child, go get your dad to eat.

Jiang Chu skipped to the backyard, while running he shouted, "Dad, it's time to eat, I still need to go to school."

A man's voice came from the backyard. I know, come and get me something.

Jiang Chu entered the house, saw that it was filled with dust, and ran out again.

Dad, throw out anything you have. There's dirt all over the place and it's choking me to death.

You child, what can you do if you can't even endure this little bit of suffering.

A man covered in dust stuck out half of his body from inside the room. This man was Jiang Chu's father, Jiang Shengli.

Jiang Shengli passed a box in his hands to Jiang Chu and said: This is your grandfather's things. Take it well, don't break it.

Jiang Chu took the box and looked at it. The box was green and black, clean but without a speck of dust.

What's inside? Why haven't I seen this box before? I often play in my grandpa's room, but I've never seen this box before.

When Grandpa Jiang Chu passed away, Jiang Chu was only four or five years old.

I have never seen this before. I found it under the layer of brick under your grandfather's bed. I took the brick off the floor and saw the box. The floor of this room was uneven. It was strange that the box had been buried here for who knows how long, but there was no mildew. Logically speaking, your grandfather should have died a few years ago. This thing should have already rotted, but it's still clean now.

Jiang Shengli carried a basket full of random things and walked out of the house saying: "Come, let's go eat, these are all things left behind by your grandfather, if you want to see something useful then you can sell it. This box will first be placed in your room, there are two books inside, don't you like to read books, take it to read, I have not graduated from elementary school, so I can't really understand it." Oh right, and your grandfather's compass, don't lose it.

At the dining table, Li Qing snappily said: "I say, Jiang Shengli, can you not let Jiang Chu see all those random things? What's the use?! The child is currently in school, learning is more important, he cannot be distracted.

Jiang Shengli stared: When did I let him see it, he saw it himself, I don't even understand, what am I going to show him? Li Qing said: If you didn't buy it back, would he be able to see it?

When dad was alive, he was, after all, a famous Feng Shui gentleman. If not for the fact that he was beaten up, injured, and died early, I could have relied on this to support my family.

Come on, don't mention it. If there's another exercise and you get beaten up, our mothers will not be able to survive.

Jiang Shengli laughed bitterly, I actually wanted to be criticized, but unfortunately, I can't learn it either, what gossip, once the compass sees it, it will just cover me, I have no talent!

Dad, is it that difficult? I can understand it.

Even if you can understand, don't think that you can understand just because you were born. My surname is also Jiang, and you were born to me, but I don't have any of the ancestors' genes, so how could you have one?

Jiang Chu curled his lips and said: What does this have to do with the Old Ancestor, I can understand it. Dad, does our Old Ancestor know this?

Can you do this? What the f * ck are you doing? Our ancestors were able to reach the heavens and achieve anything.

Stop it, don't insult your ancestors for thousands of years. You are always at home saying good things. Don't talk nonsense outside. Be careful not to catch you.

Oh, Mom, it's always like this. If you don't let my dad tell you, just treat it as a story.

Li Qing stood up and said as she cleaned up the dishes, "I can't be bothered with the two of you.

Dad, tell me, my mom is gone.