novelslam Chapter 344 The Southern Plum Rain Season: A Sour Scholar Colludes with a Fake Fortune Teller to Spr
Chapter 344 The Southern Plum Rain Season: A Sour Scholar Colludes with a Fake Fortune Teller to Spr
The days drifted by until the end of June.
The weather in the south seems to be under a curse, entering the moldy plum rain season right on time.
The sky was overcast all day, like a tattered rag that couldn't be wrung out, pressing low over people's heads, making it hard to breathe.
The light rain started, stopped, and then started again.
The air was filled with a damp, musty smell.
The continuous rain has forced a slowdown in the construction progress of the Houshan Ecological Park.
Most of the villagers had some free time, so they either gathered in the village committee's activity room to play cards or chess, or squatted in groups of three or five under their own eaves to smoke and chat.
Under the huge old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Jiang Jianwen, nicknamed "the pedantic scholar," squatted on a stone stool, puffing away on his old-fashioned pipe.
His faded Zhongshan suit looked wrinkled due to the damp weather.
He looked at the T-800 robot engineering team still working in the rain at the construction site on the back mountain in the distance.
Looking at the bustling scene, Jiang Jianwen felt a mix of emotions, a chill running down his spine.
On what grounds?
Why should Jiang Chen, a mere child, be able to command the wind and rain and dictate the fate of the nation?
And he, a "cultured man" who has read books all his life and is full of knowledge, can only squat here like a lonely ghost to take shelter from the rain.
Jealousy, like a venomous snake, relentlessly gnawed at his heart.
Jiang Jianwen coughed heavily twice and tapped the end of his pipe on the stone block.
He glanced at the other idle men who were also taking shelter from the rain, and spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"See?"
"This mountain behind our village has been the location of the dragon vein of our Jiangjia Village since ancient times!"
"The saying goes, 'Mountains govern population, water governs wealth.' This dragon vein is related to the rise and fall of our entire village, and even the entire Jiang clan!"
He shook his head as he spoke, looking worried.
"Now look what's happened, that kid Jiang Chen is digging ditches, driving piles, and building that damn glass house."
"It's like they're digging up the very ridgepole of our Jiang family's ancestral home with steel shovels and iron spades!"
"I think he completely ruined the feng shui of this place long ago."
"This is bound to cause big trouble sooner or later!"
These words sounded rather mystical.
The few idlers nearby listened in stunned silence. Upon hearing that "something big was about to happen," they began to have their own doubts.
A figure as thin as a bamboo pole, with a blade of grass dangling from its mouth, swayed as it walked out of the rain.
It was Jiang Gundao, the village scourge who had been punished by Jiang Chen for three months and forbidden from working, forced to stay home and eat cornbread every day, his eyes practically glowing with hunger.
When Jiang Gundao heard Jiang Jianwen making fun of Jiang Chen, his sly eyes lit up immediately.
He leaned closer, spat out the grass root in his mouth, slapped his thigh hard, and immediately chimed in:
"Uncle Jianwen is right!"
"I knew something was wrong a long time ago! Look at the weather, ever since they started construction on the back of the mountain, it hasn't stopped raining. Even God couldn't stand it anymore!"
"This must have angered the mountain god and alarmed our ancestors!"
Jiang Gundao had been thoroughly subdued by Jiang Chen, but he harbored a lot of wicked intentions.
Now that Jiang Jianwen has taken the lead, he immediately sensed an opportunity.
The two "hidden dragons and phoenix chicks" from the two villages exchanged a glance.
The two huddled together and whispered their discussion for a long time.
. . .
Early the next morning.
A dilapidated three-wheeled motorcycle, billowing black smoke, drove into Jiangjia Village from the direction of the town.
Besides Jiang Jianwen and Jiang Gundao, there was also a so-called "expert" sitting in the car.
This master was wearing a dirty gray Taoist robe of indistinguishable color, and had two comical mustaches on his chin.
The fortune teller they had hired from under the overpass in town was nicknamed "Blind Wang".
As soon as Blind Wang got out of the car, he got into character.
He pulled a rusty brass compass with a erratic pointer from his pocket.
Holding a compass in one hand and counting on his fingers with the other, he muttered incantations and began to wander around the village, acting like a charlatan.
Jiang Jianwen and Jiang Gundao followed behind him like two most loyal believers, one on the left and one on the right.
They wore solemn and respectful expressions, telling everyone they met that this was a highly accomplished Taoist master invited from Longhu Mountain.
When the old men and women in the village heard that there was something interesting to see, they all came out.
Wang the Blind Man led a large crowd of onlookers straight toward the perimeter of the construction site of the Houshan Ecological Park.
He stood outside the tall wall, holding a compass and waving it around in a pretentious manner several times.
Sudden.
His body trembled violently.
He closed the compass in his hand.
Blind Wang's expression changed drastically as he pointed to the huge excavators inside the wall that were digging deep foundations.
He started shouting in a terrified, extremely unpleasant voice.
"Oh my god! This is terrible! This is really terrible!"
His performance was so realistic that the villagers watching were startled by his shout.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Jiang Jianwen immediately moved closer.
He pointed at the excavator's shovel and shouted loudly in a heartbroken tone.
"Did you see that, folks?"
"The master possesses the Qiankun Compass, used for locating dragon veins and determining their location!"
"The compass needle was swinging wildly just now because that iron shovel severed the dragon vein of our Jiangjia Village!"
"This is a very bad omen!"
Jiang Jianwen cooperated by pounding his chest and stamping his feet, showing extreme anxiety.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
Seeing that the atmosphere was quite right, Blind Wang pointed two fingers at the gloomy sky.
He asserted this with absolute certainty, speaking irresponsibly.
"The dragon vein's energy has been severed, the earth's energy is unstable, and yin and yang are out of balance!"
"I dare to guarantee it with my decades of experience!"
"The upcoming torrential rains will inevitably trigger a once-in-a-century mega-mudslide!"
"The whole mountain behind will collapse then!"
"Your entire Jiangjia Village will be buried alive in this earth; not a single one will escape!"