Republic of China

Chapter 152 It’s quite dark

Putting aside big liars and scammers for now, why do so many people who help people tell fortunes like to talk nonsense and be arrogant?

Basically three points.

First, to show off, because in the eyes of ordinary people, the more mysterious your words are, the more accurate your marksmanship will be. Otherwise, which expert do you think tells fortunes like a casual chatter?

Second, I don’t want to say it, or I don’t want to say it to the people who see the matter, or the remuneration doesn’t match, so I just let it go.

The third point is the most important. To put it bluntly, it is to take advantage of loopholes to avoid revealing the secrets of heaven and being punished. Only a few people really understand how serious the disadvantages of heaven are. It is like saying that you will step on dog shit tomorrow, but you cannot say clearly that you will step on dog shit. Tell me, big brother, you will be born tomorrow with a single step, and you will be able to realize how much you can realize by listening to it.

Of course, there are also people who don’t like clouds and mountains surrounded by fog, such as Kang Muang.

He either didn't want to look at it, or he had to look at it for real. It was very embarrassing to point out that his son was a man of both sexes in front of that old bastard Chen Zhennian.

But now, since the old commander has said everything for this reason, there is no need to hide it.

"Commander, I believe that there is no shortage of masters around you who can tell the yin and yang of Heluo fortune tellers, so I won't go into the details. Let's go directly to promote your good luck."

"According to my calculations, your horoscope likes wood and fire, and avoids earth and metal. You should start from the time when you are a handsome man."

"In the 20th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu of the Qing Dynasty, the fire was strong. Combined with the various characteristics of your horoscope, you will rise to the top no matter what happens in this year."

This year, the young old commander joined the army and defected to Yijun of the Qing Dynasty. He was quickly promoted to be the guard of Song Qing, the leader of Yijun, and was promoted to corps commander in the same year.

"In the 21st year of Guangxu's reign, the country was prosperous and defeated the old commander."

This year, the old commander was repatriated by the army. After returning to his hometown, he became so poor that he became a bandit.

"In the 25th year of Guangxu, Gengzi's fortune began to turn. As long as we hibernate and accumulate strength, we will bottom out and rebound in the coming year."

In the early [-]th century, with the help of his father-in-law Zhao Zhanyuan, the old commander established a large group in Zhaojiamiao. He became the leader and was responsible for the security of several nearby villages. This was a unique product of that era, the insurance team. The team did an excellent job, and the coach was praised by people from all over the country. From this, he became famous and became more and more powerful like a snowball.

"In the 28th year of Guangxu's reign, the trees were prosperous and it was the Year of the Black Tiger. If we take the right measures, we will transform the mountains and forests into roaring tigers."

This year, the old commander defied all odds and led the insurance team to join the Qing court. He was established and paid an official salary, and became an assistant to the guerrilla cavalry team on the front line of the Xinmin Prefecture patrol, which is equivalent to the current deputy battalion commander.

It is not a surrender, but the sincerity of the Qing court. It is indeed a leap of faith to get what is most important to the little man.

Genuine official identity!

"In the 30th year of the reign of Emperor Guangxu, when the earth was prosperous, there would be a big disaster for the old commander in the next year, but it looked very dangerous, but the heavenly nobles in fate worked together with the great luck of the year, and finally the disaster turned into good luck."

This year, the Russo-Japanese War broke out. In the black land of that period, no one could survive alone, and the same was true for the old commander. He could only use his gambler's attributes to make bets. He first helped the old man to do things, and later he was captured by the little devil and almost killed. Tired to death.

When he left Yisi in the 31st year of Guangxu's reign, he was very popular. After realizing that the imperial court was unreliable, the old commander thought that everything had to depend on himself. Then he became good at dancing. Not only did he not suffer any losses, his troops were also expanded by three battalions, which shocked countless people. .

On Bingwu, the 32nd year of Guangxu's reign, the war was booming again, and the old commander was advancing rapidly. The new general Zhao Erxun of Shengjing and the new prefect of Xinmin Prefecture Shen Jinjian ordered to expand the old commander's troops from 3 battalions to 5 battalions. The commander in charge of five battalions is equivalent to the current reinforced regimental commander.

In the next two years, Jin Wang, the fact that the old commander was very capable did not bring all good things, and he began to have bad luck. The old commander was transferred to the junction of Mongolia Province and western Liaoning to suppress bandits. Funding the bandits made it difficult for the commander to suppress the bandits and he lost his troops and generals.

In the third year of Xuantong, Xinhai, the water was booming!
The old commander received the order to raise troops to serve the king and was appointed as the deputy minister of the military department of the Fengtian National Security Association. He was favored by the upper echelons of the Qing court and was promoted to the important position of minister of military training outside the customs. He was the general office of the Patrol Camp Office in charge of the military power of Fengtian. Became the largest military leader in Feng Province.

In the first year of the Republic of China, Renzi was still prosperous. The old commander was appointed by Yuan Datou as the lieutenant general commander of the 27th Division, with the title of Viscount, General Shengwu, in charge of military affairs in Fengtian and as the patrol envoy.

In the seventh year of the Republic of China, Wuwu, the fire was booming!
He was appointed as the patrol envoy to the three provinces and became the actual leader of the Feng clan and the absolute official of the frontier.

In the tenth year of the Republic of China, Xinyou, Jinwang, the Fengcian and the Zhili clique failed in their struggle for the imperial capital.

In the 11th year of the Republic of China, Renxu, when the country was prosperous, fought the first war between Zhizhi and Feng, and Feng's army was defeated.

In the 13th year of the Republic of China, Jiazi, the water was booming!

Fengjun took the initiative to launch the Second Zhili-Fengtian War. In one battle, the Zhili clique was crippled, and the old commander became the No. [-] brother in Beiyang.

It can be called a model of grassroots counterattack.

"This is the luck you have experienced, Lao Shuai. It rises and falls, rises and falls, but there are rules for ups and downs. If Wood and Water are strong, Lao Shuai will prosper, and if Earth and Metal are prosperous, Lao Shuai will decline."

Kang Muang tried to be as concise and concise as possible, otherwise if he really had to explain it bit by bit, he might not be able to finish it in three days and three nights.

And in a short period of time, with just one palm and five fingers, the old commander could vividly describe the success and failure of the past decades.

The old handsome man's expression was slightly serious.

Looking back on these years, this is really the case. When my horoscope is prosperous, it is smooth sailing. When my horoscope is not prosperous, I have to stuff my teeth with cold water. The polarization is quite serious.

Admittedly, someone did say something similar to himself before, but no matter who it was, none of them was as clear-cut as Kang Muang.

Is this kid better than others?

Not necessarily.

But no matter whether he is great or not, what the old coach values ​​​​is never the past, and he doesn't like to mention his past bravery. What he values ​​​​is the present and the future.

The one who laughs last is the fucking winner.

"What next?"

Kang Muang was calculating while rubbing the corners of his eyes with his other hand, "Well, this year is the 15th year of the Republic of China, Bingyin and Muwang, and next year it will be Dingmao and Mu Dawang. Even if we act as usual, the old coach's fortune will be very good." Well, if you want to improve in all aspects, you should advance bravely, advance when you are advancing, and choose the opportunity to advance when you are retreating. The old coach should be able to make great achievements."

"But after the double wood, the earth is strong, and the heavenly stem is very strong against your horoscope, Lao Shuai. I'm afraid there will be a big disaster."

Zhang Xiaoliu on the side was a little anxious.

Catastrophe?
Just now Kang Muang said that the old handsome man was in good health, so it was probably not due to illness, so it was most likely a man-made accident.

"Brother Kang, don't talk halfway. Since you can see it, you must have a way to crack it!"

"Yes, there is, but the old commander must not be able to do it." Kang Muang sighed, "I can't calculate the specific disaster. I only know that if I want to avoid this disaster, the old commander will be born in Genkan, away from all the worldly things. , abstain from sexual desire and fishy taste, and it will take at least 49 to [-] months before entering the world, because the killing karma on the old commander is too heavy, and it will be useless if the time is short."

The difficulty was almost exactly the same as the one given to Zhang Xiaoliu before.

The fingers of Kang Muang's left hand seemed to be cramped. They were getting more and more confused and the information was extremely fragmented.

The reason is that the influence of the Zhang family and his son on the outside world is really important. It is too difficult to calculate the future fate of such people. Let’s not mention it for the time being. Anyway, Kang Muang has reached his limit.

Zhang Xiaoliu frowned and said, "You mean, my father suffered this calamity because of his killing karma?"

"Yes, and no." Kang Mu'ang shook his head, "Killing is only part of the karma. If you can do something virtuous to benefit the world, it will dilute this part of the karma. So you see some generals in ancient times Famous generals who have achieved great success and withered away their bones can die of old age, because there are many kinds of killing karma, including those who strive for power and gain, and those who seek revenge."

"Among them, we can continue to divide them. There are those who secretly take people's lives due to evil, and there are also those who go into battle and kill the enemy to protect their homes and country, etc. The causes and effects are all different."

The atmosphere was slightly awkward.

Zhang Xiaoliu racked his brains to think about Kang Muang's words.The old man closed his eyes and meditated, not knowing what he was thinking about.

Only Zhao Sanyuan acted as if nothing was wrong, swirling a whole plate of refreshments and pushing another plate to the edge of the coffee table as a tribute to his old fairy.

Uncle Feng is not polite. He should eat and drink when he should. The refreshments he enjoyed were not touched at all, but all the flavor disappeared and the essence was enjoyed by Uncle Feng. It was equivalent to a plate of good-looking but not delicious noodles. .

"Xiaokang is quite hardworking."

"He's just like that, he's warm-hearted to everyone. What's the point? When he reaches his position, he just listens to these things for fun, and he still lives in the world to avoid trouble? Can the old commander put down these hundreds of thousands of guns? Don't say that Forty-nine months, even if we don’t do anything for nine days, there will be chaos outside the customs.”

"You can't say that. I think the Zhang family and his son are quite smart, so they should have taken it to heart."

"It has nothing to do with us. Uncle Feng, have you eaten enough? If not, I will prepare more food. It would be nice if we can provide food at night."

"You kid ate dozens of big dumplings when you came here. Are you hungry now?"

"To be honest, I feel like vomiting right now, but if I don't eat, I won't eat for free, otherwise I always feel like I'm at a loss for this trip, vomit--"

One person and one immortal chatted from heart to heart, looking like they were staying out of the situation.

Kang Mu'ang over there was sweating profusely, but at most he could only approve the old coach's fortune in the past three years, and the information was very fragmented and obscure, but overall it was easier than criticizing Zhang Xiaoliu, who had recently been For three years, I still can’t figure out why.

If he were an ordinary person, Kang Muang could be regarded as a heart-warming person from the time he was an egg batch to the first seven years, because what this kind of person involves is at most the small luck of a small group of people around him.

And a very small number of people in power are involved in the super fortune of countless people. It is like moving a mountain, and it is difficult to shake it.

After pondering for a long time, the old commander finally spoke, "Can you tell what kind of disaster it is?"

Only he himself understood that when he took his eldest son to the old man to cure his evil illness, he actually asked about his own luck.

It is said that there will be some harm in the year of Wuchen, and it will turn into a dragon after passing the storm. As for the consequences of not doing so, the old Taoist did not say.

When I went to the Taoist temple later, I found that the old Taoist had already left Hexi.

And today Kang Muang said similar words again, which reminded the old commander of that past event, but it was still vague and he couldn't hear the details.

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Kang Muang started from the beginning again. The five fingers of his left hand were like flying flowers, but as soon as he entered Wuchen's great fortune, they were a mess, as if he were in the sea fog, and there was no edge at all.

Seeing this situation, Zhao Sanyuan took the lead to stand up before the Zhang family and his son could express regret.

He patted Lao Kang on the shoulder and rubbed the remains of the tea cake on his hand.

"Your head is buzzing because of the criticism, right? Just rest and let me take a look."

Kang Muang rubbed the corners of his eyes. His eyes felt particularly dry today, but he did not refuse his brother's intervention and just leaned on the sofa to relax.

On the coffee table, the fragrance in the black stove had not yet finished burning. Zhao Sanyuan gave Uncle Feng a look, and the latter understood.

In fact, this person has a good reputation in his heart. Kang Mu'ang's ability to calculate yin and yang by correcting horoscopes is already powerful enough. Leaving aside Zhao Sanyuan's young age, Uncle Feng has never seen many people who can compare with Xiaokang in his hundreds of years of Taoism. After so much effort, no rough results have been given. I'm afraid it won't be any better if I go to Xian'er.

Uncle Feng took a long puff on his pipe pot, and strong cigarette smoke came out of his mouth and nose.

Dimly, its eyes looked at the old commander with a breathtaking light.

And everything it saw made Zhao Sanyuan look away.

The whole place was silent. The Zhang family and his son stared at Zhao Sanyuan. In addition to feeling that there seemed to be thick smoke in the Tiger Hall, they also felt that the boy's eyes were very different from before.

But unlike what he imagined, Zhao Sanyuan quickly blinked his eyes and exhaled a breath, but his expression was very confused, and he didn't know how to speak for a while.

Zhang Xiaoliu was still impatient, so he personally stepped forward to light a cigarette for Zhao Sanyuan and said softly: "Brother Sanyuan, do you see anything?"

"Just like you, the picture is very broken and weird. After thinking about it, I can only say that you and the old man are indeed father and son."

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xiaoliu looked confused, and the handsome man next to him also raised his ears and listened carefully.

Zhao Sanyuan blew out a smoke ring and actually laughed.

"What else do you mean? Of course it's because you and your son both like to go for a walk. Although the scene is far away, I still see the old man looking like a baked potato. Don't mind. I have something to say. If you don't have it today, Seeing the old handsome face with my own eyes, I even doubted whether it was him in the photo that Old Xianer took for me, it was too dark."

???

The Zhang family father and son looked at each other.

Black like baked potatoes?
Who can understand this!

"What about the background? What kind of background is it? Is there anyone else besides my father?"

Zhao Sanyuan shook his head again, "There was no one else, and there was almost no background. At most, I saw a lot of fog, white and thick, and then I couldn't see anything."

After a moment of silence, Zhang Xiaoliu made his own conclusion.

His smile grew wider and wider, and he said with joy on his brows: "Dad! I don't seem to understand what Shan said, but brother Sanyuan just told me that the reason why I can travel all over the world in the future must be because Fengjun has made great achievements. Dad, you will definitely not be able to stay in Fengtian by then. I heard that the southern part of Yanhuang is very hot and the sun can be poisonous. You must have sunburned after arriving in Guangdong, Guangxi or Hainan."

Ok?
The old handsome man's eyes lit up.

I think what the eldest son said makes sense.

Although I still don’t know the details of the disaster, I am doing something important that is tied to my belt. Strictly speaking, every day is accompanied by danger, and disasters can occur at any time.

There is no need to dwell on this matter. After all, you can't really live without caring about worldly affairs. You still have to go on the road, and you still have to play this big game. Either you have the last laugh, or you lose everything.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Going by what the eldest son said, it would be worth it if they were baked into roasted potatoes by the big southern sun. At least it would prove that Feng Jun had completely crossed the Yangtze River.

"Hahahahahaha - you're so fucking stupid, tell me, Old Zhang, you're so beautiful!" The old handsome man smiled broadly, obviously in a good mood, "The way of heaven is illusory, how can it be resisted by human beings? And it's not me. Lao Zhang boasts that today’s Guanwailian and the Jingyu area are really inseparable from me, Lao Zhang, for the time being. If anyone were to take charge, they would be devoured with all their flesh and bones.”

While talking, the old handsome man stood up and looked out the window at the sunlight streaming in.

"Although I, Lao Zhang, have not read many books, I have learned some truths over the past few decades. In fact, it doesn't matter whether you are a horse bandit or a bandit. When the bandit becomes big, he becomes the emperor. Just like Zhu Yuanzhang, the emperor does bad things. They are not as good as fucking bandits, just like those in the Qing Dynasty. After the Republic of China, the officials outside the customs changed like a revolving door. Why did I, Lao Zhang, stand firm? It's simple, because the common people saw a way to survive and thought that Lao Zhang Maozi and little devils are fighting in our land, and the ones who die the most are our own people. Even today, I, Lao Zhang, want to live a long life with endless money, but if I take a step back, I will die. No matter whether you scold me or not, I have to take charge of this family."

It's like saying it to other people, and it's like talking to yourself.

Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang definitely can't understand what it feels like. They only know that being a small family requires money, rice, oil and salt to worry about, let alone such a big family.

As for the future and what their names will be, these two brothers are not concerned about their status. They are more concerned about whether the brothel can provide dinner or not.

The old man changed the subject, "We've been chatting for so long and we still haven't gotten down to business. I heard Li Dongzhi say, what kind of big drunkard in the south wants to get you to join his gang?"

(End of this chapter)