Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Three No Master
Yang Yongbai shook his head while talking, with a sense of superiority on his face.

Yang Yongqing is not cowardly, "Hey, I'm a country bumpkin, and you're not much better. You just run errands behind my brother's ass. What's there to show off? The richer you are, the less ostentatious you are. Only half a bucket of water likes to hang around. Everyone Guys say yes?"

Everyone laughed.

Yang Huaming had almost done the research, and said: "My good fellow, this pipe seems to be worth a lot of money. The outside is plated with gold, and the ground of the cigarette holder is covered with green emerald."

"Boy boy, where did you buy this cigarette stick? How much did you pay for it?" He asked again.

Yang Yongbai changed to a lazy posture and sat, stretching out two fingers: "Two liang of silver is the whole thing, it was brought back from Hangzhou by the big hall brother to give it to me, I don't have to pay a penny myself, hehe!"

Hearing that such an expensive pipe was actually given by Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongqing couldn't sit still.

That's my dear brother, why should he send such a good thing to Yongbai instead of me?

Yang Huaming and the others were also dumbfounded, "Yongxian's move is really generous, the pearl business seems to be really good!"

Yang Yongbai looked proud: "That must be, the swans have returned after the spring, the pearls are big and round, and sold to those places in Hangzhou, it is not an exaggeration to make money every day!"

"Did Yongxian say when he would come back to build the road?" Yang Huazhong was still concerned about this issue.

Yang Yongbai said: "Third uncle, the big hall brother said that we will start this matter after Qingming. By the way, he will come back today."

"Oh? Didn't he come back with you?"

"No, Cuiping and I will come back first, he and that fairy master will be later."

"Master Immortal is also coming to our village?"

"Well, isn't it necessary to build bridges and pave roads? Master Immortal has to come and check!"

Yang Huazhong nodded: "Sure, then I'll talk to them then."

……

The men were chatting about Yang Yongxian's business in the front yard. They said it was a chat, but in fact, a group of people listened to Yang Yongbai's bragging about Yang Yongxian.

In short, in Yang Yongbai's mouth, Yang Yongxian is no longer a human being, but a god.

And it is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth among the immortals, turning his hands into clouds and rain, as if holding a cornucopia in his hand.

In the backyard, the focus of the women also fell on Cuiping.

"Cuiping, your clothes are so pretty, are they new?"

"Yeah, I did it a while ago, and it's the first time I've got upper body."

"Cuiping, I haven't seen you wearing these pearl earrings before, are they new?"

"Well, it was given by the big hall brother. He gave Yongbai a gold-plated and emerald-studded tobacco pipe, and gave me this pearl earring."

"Yongxian is really generous."

"Well, brother Yongxian is really generous."

"..."

On the other side, Eighth Sister Ling asked Liao Meiying in a low voice: "Sister-in-law, is brother coming back for Ching Ming Festival?"

Liao Meiying shook her head: "I don't know, I have no contact with him at all."

"Besides, it has nothing to do with me whether I come back or not."

Eighth Sister Ling nodded, looked at Cuiping again, and said: "Not to mention, this man relies on his clothes and horses, and Cuiping looks really different with such a dress. Like a young lady who came back."

Liao Meiying also took a look at Cuiping. Indeed, she was really different from the daughter-in-law of a farmer's family.

The money was all given by Yang Yongxian.

But Cuiping and Yongbai deserve the money, because they are working for Yang Yongxian, and they deserve to be paid for their work.

In the morning, the men took the necessary things for Qingming, beat gongs and drums and set out to the mountains.

At this time, there was still light rain falling outside, but the enthusiasm of the big guys in the air was very high.

As soon as he left the courtyard, he met the Luo family, and the big guys went up the mountain together.

Walking to the river behind the village, I saw two people standing by the river from a distance.

Wearing a blue gown, with a cloak around his shoulders, and holding a white oil-paper umbrella in his hand, the person with landscape paintings on the umbrella is Yang Yongxian.

Standing in front of him was a man wearing a bamboo hat and bare feet in straw sandals. The two were talking and pointing at the river.

"Hey, isn't that Yongxian? Who is that barefoot man wearing straw sandals standing next to him? Could it be that fairy master?"

With sharp eyes, Yang Huaming saw it all at once.

Yang Huazhong said: "Well, it should be them."

Everyone soon reached the river, and Yang Huazhong called out to Yang Yongxian.

Yang Yongxian turned around and saw a large group of old Yang family members coming behind him, he smiled and raised his hand to everyone.

Then he turned his head and said a few words to the Immortal Master beside him. The Immortal Master nodded, and turned around to look at the group of people who were coming.

"Third Uncle, Fourth Uncle..."

Yang Yongxian greeted the elders, and then began to introduce both parties.

"Third uncle, this is my master. He came here to accompany me to check the geomantic omen so that I can determine which section of the bridge is located."

Faced with those who came to the village to build bridges and pave roads, regardless of whether they were masters or apprentices, as Li Zheng, Yang Huazhong showed great enthusiasm.

"It turns out that the master came to the village. I heard Yongxian talk about it earlier, and I have admired it for a long time!" Yang Huazhong said, "I don't know the master's name? How do you call it?"

The middle-aged man wearing a hat raised his hand and made a seal in front of him: "My name is San Wu."

"It turned out to be the Master of Three Wus. It's a pleasure to meet you!" Yang Huazhong once again expressed his welcome.

Sanwu smiled lightly, and his burning eyes swept across the villagers in front of him.

Then, it landed on the tallest and tallest man in the crowd.

The man's face was calm, and there was a sense of righteousness between his brows.

The young woman standing beside him also had a beautiful face and sparkling eyes.

The two stood together, a powerful aura condensed around their bodies.

This kind of aura cannot be seen by others, but Sanwu can feel it.

These two people are not ordinary people.

After exchanging a few simple greetings, Yang Huazhong led the crowd to the mountain to offer sacrifices.

After the two parties separated, Sanwu said to Yang Yongxian, "I found it!"

"Master, what did you find?" Yang Yongxian asked.

San Wudao: "A noble person who can give you noble spirit and change your fate against the sky!"

"What? Really...really? Where?" Yang Yongxian looked excited.

This master, he met by chance, the master is not from Daqi, but a worldly expert from Nanyang.

The exercises practiced by the master can change people's luck and even change their fate against the sky.

During this period of time, the business was going smoothly and the money was making every day, all of which were inseparable from the guidance of this master.

The master took Yang Yongxian's life, saying that he was invisible and short of energy.

This qi is luck, and there are many ways to replenish qi.

Building bridges and paving roads, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, changing the Feng Shui pattern of Yang Zhai and Yin Zhai...

But those are short-lived. If you want to truly achieve a breakthrough, you have to change your fate against the sky.

However, changing one's fate against the sky requires too strict conditions, and the most critical part of it is to steal the nobility from others!

(End of this chapter)