Yang Yongbai shook his head as he spoke, with a sense of superiority on his face.

Yang Yongqing was not a coward, "Hey, I'm a country bumpkin, and you're not much better. You're just running errands behind my eldest brother. There's nothing to show off. The richer you are, the less showy you are. Only half a bucket of water likes to hang around. Everyone.

Guys, right?"

Everyone laughs.

Yang Huaming had already finished his research and said, "Good guy, this dry tobacco pole seems to be really worth a lot of money. It's gold-plated on the outside, and the floor of the cigarette holder is wrapped in green jade."

"Boy Bai, where did you buy this cigarette pole? How much did it cost?" he asked again.

Yang Yongbai sat in a lazy posture and stretched out two fingers: "It's two taels of silver. My cousin brought it back from Hangzhou as a gift. I don't have to pay a penny myself, hehe!"

When he heard that such an expensive dry tobacco pole was given by Yang Yongxian, Yang Yongqing couldn't sit still at that time.

That's my elder brother. Why would you give such a good thing to Yongbai but not to me?

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

Yang Yongbai looked proud: "That's necessary. After the spring, the swans have come back. The pearls are big and round. If they are sold to places in Hangzhou, it is no exaggeration to make a fortune every day!"

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

Yang Yongbai said: "Third uncle, my cousin said that we will start this matter after the Qingming Festival. By the way, he will be back today."

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

"No, Cuiping and I will come back first, and he and the immortal master will come back later."

"Master Immortal is also coming to our village?"

"Well, aren't we going to build bridges and pave roads? The immortal master has to come and check them!"

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

…

The men were chatting in the front yard about Yang Yongxian's business. They said they were chatting, but in fact they just listened to Yang Yongbai's boast about Yang Yongxian.

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

Moreover, he is also the reincarnation of the God of Wealth among the gods. He turns his hands to make clouds and rain, as if he is holding a cornucopia in his hands.

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

"Cuiping, your clothes are really beautiful. Are they newly made?"

"Yes, I did it a while ago, and now it's the first time I've had my upper body."

"Cuiping, I've never seen you wear these pearl earrings before. Are they new?"

"Well, it was a gift from my cousin. He gave Yongbai a gold-plated cigarette rod inlaid with emeralds, and he gave me these pearl earrings."

"Yongxian is so generous in taking action."

"Well, Brother Yongxian is indeed very generous."

"..."

On the other side, Yu Bamei whispered to Liao Meiying: "Sister-in-law, are you coming back for Qingming Festival?"

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

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

Yu Bamei nodded, glanced at Cuiping again, and said: "Not to mention, this man relies on clothes and saddles. Cuiping looks really different when he is dressed like this. He is different from the city.

She looks like a young lady who has returned."

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

All this money was given by Yang Yongxian.

But Cuiping and Yongbai also 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 off for the mountains.

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

As soon as I left the courtyard, I met the Luo family, and they all went up the mountain together.

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

Wearing a green gown, a cape tied around his shoulders, and holding a white oil-paper umbrella in his hand, the person with a landscape painting on the umbrella is Yang Yongxian.

There was also a man standing in front of him wearing a bamboo hat, barefoot and wearing straw sandals. The two of them were talking and pointing into the river.

"Hey, isn't that Yongxian? Who is the man with bare feet and straw sandals standing next to him? Is he that immortal master?"

Yang Huaming had sharp eyes and saw it all at once.

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

Everyone soon arrived at the river, and Yang Huazhong shouted to Yang Yongxian.

Yang Yongxian turned around and saw a large group of old Yang family members coming behind him. He smiled and waved to everyone.

Then he turned around and said a few words to the immortal master next to him. The immortal master nodded, turned around and looked at the group of people walking by with burning eyes.

"Third uncle, fourth uncle..."

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

"Third uncle, this is my master. He came here to accompany me to check the terrain and feng shui to determine which section of the bridge should be paved."

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

"It turns out that the master has come to the village. I heard Yongxian talk about it a long time ago and I have admired him for a long time!" Yang Huazhong said, "I wonder what your name is, master? How do you call him?"

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

"It turns out to be Master Sanwu. I'm so glad to meet you!" Yang Huazhong expressed his welcome again.

Sanwu smiled faintly and glanced at the villagers in front of him.

Then, it fell 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 next to him also had a beautiful face and sparkling eyes.

The two stood together, condensing a powerful aura 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 a few simple greetings, Yang Huazhong led everyone to the mountain to offer sacrifices.

After the two parties separated, Sanwu said to Yang Yongxian: "Found it!"

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

San Wudao: "A noble person who can give you noble air and make you change your life against the will of heaven!"

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

He met this master by chance. The master was not from Daqi, but a worldly master who came from Nanyang.

The techniques practiced by Master can change people's luck and even change their destiny.

During this period, my business was going smoothly and I was making money every day, all of which could not have been possible without the guidance of this master.

The master ordered Yang Yongxian to die, saying that he was invisibly short of energy.

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

Build bridges and pave roads, do good deeds and accumulate virtue, and change the feng shui pattern of Yangzhai and Yinzhai...

But those are all short-lived. If you want to truly achieve a breakthrough, you can only change your destiny against nature.
Chapter completed!