Chapter 18 Ancestral graves
"Huh? Liao Xiaohong, born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong and died in the sixth year of Xianfeng, this ...... What does this mean?"
Just as Ye Tian was looking at this spectacle of yin and yang qi intertwining, his gaze inadvertently swept over a piece of ground, and a line of words suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Born in the fiftieth year of Qianlong? Wasn't that 1785? This Liao Xiaohong is Liao Haode's ancestor......"
There was a former Qing scholar as a teacher, Ye Tian was still very skilled in memorizing the chronology and memorabilia of the emperors of the past dynasties, and after calculating in his heart, he confirmed the era in which this person's name lived.
Anyone who is a little ventilated will understand that the burial order of the ancestral grave is exquisite.
Generally speaking, the oldest of this vein should be in the best feng shui place in the cemetery, that is, in the middle at the top, while the children are next to his grave and the grandchildren are further behind.
Due to the limited land area, the general ancestral tomb is five generations, and when the cemetery area is not enough, some branches will be separated and the ancestral grave will be built separately.
For example, this ancestral tomb of the Liao family has been passed down since the Qianlong period, and at least six generations can be derived in 100 years, and now it is far more than five generations buried, but there is no branch branch.
Looking at a personal name and digesting one piece of information, Ye Tian's heart at this time felt very strange, no wonder the ancients said that feng shui physiognomists could communicate yin and yang against heaven and change fate, but it was not nonsense.
But what excited Ye Tian the most at this time was that his body had not changed much, except for starting to feel a little dizzy, everything was normal now.
"Liao Guo's family! Born in the early years of the Republic of China, died in 1952 AD, and had a son Liao Haode ......"
After searching according to the traditional tomb direction, Ye Tian finally found Liao Guo's information in a corner of this cornfield, and quickly walked over with a compass.
"Ye Tian, no...... Little real person, have you found your mother's coffin?"
Liao Haode, who was following Ye Tian, was a little nervous, Ye Tian was already his last hope, if he couldn't find it yet, he could only bury his father here and leave and return to the United States.
"I'll take a look at ......" Ye Tian waved his hand, signaled Liao Haode not to speak, then pushed aside the lush corn stalks and walked around the location.
After pretending to compare the compass in his hand, Ye Tian stopped and said, "If it's true, it should be here......"
"Really...... Really?"
Liao Haode's voice trembled a little, he was already in his teens when he left the mainland, and he still had a deep memory of his mother.
"Hehe, you can find out if you dig it up......" Ye Tian smiled and didn't say much.
"Hey, you guys come here......"
Ye Tian heard a noise from behind, and when he looked back, it was Feng Kuang who walked into the cornfield with a few young people holding shovels, waved to Feng Shuang who was walking in front, and said, "Bring the shovel here......"
Feng Kuang was holding the shovel, but he didn't hand it to Ye Tian, but looked at Liao Haode and asked in a low voice: "Uncle, this ...... Is it reliable?"
Ye Tian was a little unhappy when he heard this, curled his lips, and said: "If you don't believe me, don't look for me......"
"Ye Tian, don't listen to his nonsense......" Liao Haode frowned, stretched out his hand to snatch the shovel from his nephew's hand, and handed it to Ye Tian's hand.
Ye Tian took the shovel that grew much taller than him, cleaned up all the corn stalks within three or four square meters around him, drew a line on the ground, and said: "I will dig from here, four feet down, uh, a little more than a meter, and you can see the coffin......"
"If you can't find it when you turn back, clean up your kid......"
After Feng Kuang glanced at Ye Tian, he muttered softly, spat foam into his palm, snatched the shovel, and was about to shovel it to the ground.
"Slow down, did I say I started digging?"
Before the shovel touched the ground, Ye Tian let out a shout, which frightened Feng Kuang to stop quickly, but he almost knocked down the top of his foot.
"What did I say you're doing? Why not dig when you find a place? This is my family's land, and I won't look for you if it is dug up......" A brother from his own family who followed Feng Xiang saw this situation and immediately glared at Ye Tian.
Seeing the young man blowing his nose and glaring at him, Ye Tian waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "You can dig, dig now, it is called a corpse, I have no problem if you want to dig it......"
In the traditional Chinese tomb customs, there are many things to pay attention to, especially after burial, and the coffin is to be taken out for various reasons, which is even more particular.
Generally speaking, this situation is to find a feng shui teacher to choose an auspicious day and take out the coffin within the specified time.
If it is daytime, a pergola must be built above, because if the bones are exposed to sunlight, it will cause yin and yang to be imbalanced, which will have a great impact on future generations.
Seeing that Ye Tian seemed a little angry, Liao Haode hurriedly stepped forward to round things up and said: "Ye Tian, don't get acquainted with them, what else do you want to do, just tell me......"
After hearing Liao Haode's words, Ye Tian suddenly remembered something, looked at the young people, and said: "You guys, don't spread this matter in the future, if you can promise me, just say ......."
Although it is fun to show people feng shui, Ye Tian doesn't want to make a living from it in the future, and then be called a little god.
"Ye Tian, don't worry, they won't say it......"
After Liao Haode gave Ye Tian a guarantee ticket, he looked at his juniors and said: "If anyone knows about this in the future, no matter who said it, you guys won't recognize me as an uncle......"
"Yes, uncle, we won't say it outside......"
Feng Kuang and the others didn't take Ye Tian's words seriously, but they were different about this rich uncle.
You must know that when Liao Haode came back this time, each relative gave a thousand yuan and an eighteen-inch Shanghai brand TV, which was already a big deal in the countryside in '86.
And the reason why Feng Kuang is so concerned about his uncle's affairs is another reason, after seeing the calligraphy and paintings of the old Taoist, Liao Haode once said that Chinese antique calligraphy and paintings are very valuable in foreign countries.
He wanted to open a shop in the county seat to specialize in buying and selling antiques, but he was a young man in his early 20s, where would he have capital, this matter was still required on Liao Haode's head.
"Listen to the little brother, whoever talks nonsense, I can't spare him first!"
Therefore, Liao Haode's words still had a lot of weight in their hearts, especially Feng Xiang, and he warned his brothers a few words, putting on a look like Wei Ye Tianma was the first to look at him.
Ye Tian was not polite, took a corn stalk and pointed a few times on the ground, and said: "You guys, bring the canvas I asked you to bring, here, and here you will also make a stake and build a shed with the canvas......"
This pergola is also exquisite, otherwise it may also destroy the feng shui and earth qi here.
"I said why do you bring such a big piece of cloth, how dare you really use it......"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, Feng Kuang and a few people went back and carried the canvas on the carriage, which they borrowed from the family in the village that specializes in holding red and white weddings.
Half an hour later, the shed had been built according to Ye Tian's instructions, in addition to blocking the sun, the shed was ventilated on all sides.
After setting up the shed, Ye Tian asked the people to carry the coffin on the carriage down, the coffin was much heavier than the canvas, and after a few people carried it in, they were also tired and out of breath.
This coffin is made of high-quality fir wood, there is no trace of insects all over the body, it was originally kept by an old man in the county for his own use, Liao Haode spent a lot of money to buy it, although it is not as good as the coffin made of golden nanmu and sandalwood, but it is also a high-quality coffin.
After putting the coffin under the shed, Ye Tian pointed to the line he had drawn just now and said, "Dig it, go down four feet, and you will definitely see the coffin......"
After being commanded by Ye Tian for a long time, several young men also held back a kind of evil fire in their hearts, and they didn't say much at the moment, one person carried a shovel and dug it up, and not long after, a pit about two meters long and wide was revealed.
After stepping on a piece of dirt under his feet, Ye Tian's voice sounded, "Wait, you can't dig anymore......"
"What's wrong? Ye Tian, looking for ...... Did you find it?"
Liao Haode was excited, he saw that the depth of the pit was about a meter deep, had he found his mother's coffin? Merely...... Why didn't I see it?
Ye Tian nodded, bent down to pick up a piece of slightly blackened soil from the ground, handed it to Liao Haode, and said: "Grandpa Liao, look at this, this is actually not soil, but the traces left by the decay of the coffin......"
When Ye Tian learned feng shui from Lao Dao, he not only memorized those feng shui books, but he had also been to the wild cemetery at the eastern foot of Maoshan several times, and he was no stranger to this kind of decayed coffin.
After explaining a few words to Liao Haode, Ye Tian shouted at the few people in the pit below: "Hey, you guys, use your hands and a small shovel to dig this soil open and see if there is a line......"
From the decaying coffin residue, Ye Tian could see that the coffin used by Liao Haode's mother was not made of good wood, and after so many years, it must have been completely mixed with the soil.
"Yes, hey, there's really a line, oh, I...... Didn't I step on my aunt?"
After hearing Ye Tian's words, several people pulled on the ground, and sure enough, they saw a black line about an inch thick, and there was a timid one, and immediately felt that his scalp was numb, and he threw the shovel and climbed up.
(End of this chapter)