"Walking on the street, the gentle breeze blows, everywhere is filled with the warmth of spring..." Li Changzheng, carrying a rabbit in one hand, swaggered along the mountain road, happily singing aloud with his hoarse voice. Others followed behind, heading towards * home. It took me a lot of effort along the way to convince them that the Feng Shui knowledge I had just shared in the graveyard was self-taught from a book.

"Is what you just analyzed about Uncle Zhang's death really true?" * still seemed a bit skeptical.

"Hehe, of course. If you don't believe me, then let me ask you, does Uncle Zhang have any sons?" I asked.

"Yes, two sons and a daughter. Both sons are married, the eldest son lives with him, and the youngest son moved outside the mountain. Why? Do they have problems too?" * asked.

"Hehe, I guess his eldest son is quite thin, often coughing incessantly, and recently it has been getting worse, right?" I smiled at *.

"Ah? Have you met him? How do you know all this?"

"Hehe, I also know that his daughter is also very thin, and had an accident this year, not agile on her feet."

"Wow, when did you become a fortune teller? Everything you said is correct. Do you really not know them?" * still seemed a bit incredulous.

"Haha, of course I don't know them, haven't even seen them!" I heard * feedback confirming everything correctly, feeling very pleased, after all, it was the first time I had applied book knowledge to practical situations.

"No way, then you really became a fortune teller. Tell us, how did you know all this?" Other people also came over to ask me.

"Alright, then I'll tell you the reason." I explained to them as we walked.

It turns out that from the perspective of Feng Shui, whether it's the house or the graveyard, each direction represents a family member and also governs a part of the body. Due to limited space, please refer to the original text for the detailed Feng Shui analysis.

After explaining, the other people were suddenly admiring, praising me highly.

"If only you had come earlier, Uncle Zhang might not have died!" * sounded somewhat regretful.

"It's actually inevitable. Even if I had come earlier, I might not have discovered the problem. Today, if we hadn't chased the rabbit and gone to see their graveyard, maybe it was fate!" I patted * on the shoulder and said.

"Yeah, maybe Uncle Zhang's spirit guided that rabbit to lead us!" Li Changzheng shivered at the thought of what * said, clutching the rabbit's hand. "Don't scare me! We're going to roast the rabbit later!"

"You only think about eating," * glared at Li Changzheng, "By the way, I'll go to Uncle Zhang's house tonight and explain all this to them, and ask them to fix the graveyard as soon as possible."

"Do you think they'll believe the words of us kids?" I thought for a moment, "Let's go back first and explain to your parents, and then let them talk to Uncle Zhang's family. That might be better!"

* slapped his thigh, "You're still smart, let's do that!"

Back home, * recounted everything to his parents. At first, they didn't believe, but to convince them, I used Qi Men Dun Jia to calculate a hexagram for them, revealing many things about their youth that * had never mentioned, so they completely believed my deductions.

"Alright, let's go to Uncle Zhang's house right away and tell them about this."

"Wait a moment, let me calculate. Today is the thirteenth of August, Jia month Geng... " I carefully thought, "After you explain it to them, tell them to wait until the day after tomorrow to fix the grave. Today and tomorrow are not good days, and the day after tomorrow is a good day for burial!"

"Okay, is there anything else, Little Fortune Teller!" By now, my position in * parents' hearts had changed quite a bit.

"Um, nothing else." I blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed.

In front of * house, there was not a big pond, with a diameter of about fifteen or sixteen meters, and the water was deep and clear. Several weeping willows leaned on the bank, teasing the fish in the water with their slender branches. Beside them were several bamboo poles placed in parallel on the rocks, with extremely thin nylon lines tied to the tops of the bamboo poles. Below were fish floats made of sorghum stems, with only five fishing hooks bought for two coins each at the store, and the bait was made of sesame oil mixed with flour to make a dough.

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While * and the other five people sat quietly on the rocks waiting for the fish to bite, Li Changzheng was squatting by the campfire not far away, drooling as he roasted fresh rabbits with an iron skewer.

A master was indeed a master, Wu Jianguo's fishing skills were truly extraordinary. He caught three or four big catfish in no time, while the others couldn't even catch a small fish.

"* , how come there are so many fat catfish here?" I looked at the fish Wu Jianguo had caught with some puzzlement.

"I don't know. I've known there were fish here since I was a kid. Even during the driest times, this pond never dries up. During the three years of natural disasters, when everyone had nothing to eat, they crazily came here to fish, and for a long time, they couldn't catch any fish. But after a few years, the fish came back, and they were even bigger than before. Maybe it's because there's living water under the pond." * said, just as Wu Jianguo's fish float began to sink, "Haha, it's biting, the strength is not small, it must be a big fish!" he stood up, swinging the fishing rod left and right to play with the fish in the water, then suddenly lifted it up, pulling up a large catfish over a foot long.

"Changzheng, come over here and roast these fish too!" Wu Jianguo held up the big fish to show off to everyone.

"Alright! These fish are really fat! Look at them~~~" Li Changzheng drooled with excitement.

Soon, the scent of rabbit filled the air, accompanied by laughter spreading throughout the entire mountain village.

As the sun set, the last remnants of red disappeared from the sky, and night was approaching.

At night, Uncle Zhang came to *'s house. This Uncle Zhang was in his forties, wearing a mourning cap, draped in sackcloth, and tied with a long white belt. He looked pale and thin, constantly coughing.

"Thank you, young comrade." Seeing that I was very young, Uncle Zhang seemed unsure how to address me.

"Don't mention it. There's no need for thanks. You can call me nephew from now on." I pretended to be mature.

"Yes, Uncle Zhang, don't be polite to him. Just treat him like you would treat me." * said.

"Alright, then, nephew, I won't say much polite words. It's all because we're usually too busy,

and we didn't often come to sweep the graves for our ancestors, otherwise it wouldn't have ended up like this now." Uncle Zhang seemed very regretful.

* father quickly advised, "You can't blame yourself. We ordinary people, who would think about what problems might arise in the graveyard on ordinary days?"

"Yeah, now that we've discovered it's not too late. After fixing the grave, taking some medicine, your health will definitely improve." I also persuaded.

"Sigh..." Uncle Zhang sighed heavily, "That's all we can do. By the way, my mother is in her sixties, she's always had trouble sleeping, feeling suffocated, often out of breath. Nephew, do you think there's any reason for this?"

"Oh, I see. Well, tomorrow I'll come to your house and take a look!" I thought for a moment and said.

"Okay, I was planning to invite you to dinner at my house tomorrow. It's just as well that you can take a look at what's wrong with the house while you're there."

"No problem, I'll do my best." By now, I had become the savior in Uncle Zhang's heart.

The next day, * took me to Uncle Zhang's house as agreed. Upon entering, I saw a string of white paper hanging on the door, indicating that the family was mourning. Behind the door was a screen wall, on which the white characters of blessings had faded due to the passage of time. In the center of the courtyard was a dark white pine coffin, and various offerings were placed on the offering table in front of the coffin.

I carefully observed the structure of the surrounding houses, and they were all arranged properly, with no major problems. Generally, even if a family builds a house without consulting a Feng Shui master, as long as they build it according to common sense, there won't be any major problems.

Uncle Zhang saw me and quickly invited me inside. After introducing everyone in the family, I began to carefully inspect each room. When I came to his mother's room, I finally found the problem. Above where Zhang slept was a beam, and because the beam bore the weight of the roof, there would inevitably be a strong magnetic field below it, so Zhang, who slept below it, would definitely feel suffocated.

Moreover, the bed position was also not good. Zhang belonged to *, and according to the Nine Star Flying Palace method, it was calculated that this position was in conflict with the You position, so his sleep must have been poor. So according to the layout of his house, I moved the bed to the position corresponding to the You position, forming a pattern of "welcoming blessings and elements", so Zhang's health would improve with better sleep in the future.

In short, I arranged the layout of Zhang's house as ideally as possible, and for the things that couldn't be changed, I used some items to neutralize the bad energy, finally stabilizing the Feng Shui energy field of the entire courtyard.

With this, the whole village knew that * had brought a little Feng Shui master, and one by one invited me to their homes for advice on layout. The other classmates also benefited from it, going door to door to eat, especially Li Changzheng, who had gained weight again during these days in the mountains.

By the fifth day, almost every household had been visited, and we were ready to return home. The people in the village were very enthusiastic, packing various mountain products for us, especially Uncle Zhang, who, after fixing the grave, was clearly much better, tearfully urging me to come often, saying that here was always open for me. I was also touched by their warmth, bidding farewell to the villagers with tears.

Back home, I carried two rabbits to Uncle Li's house and enthusiastically recounted the experiences in the mountains, expecting Uncle Li to praise him, but who knew that after Uncle Li listened, his face sank, and he coldly said, "Immediately tell me in detail the process of adjusting the Feng Shui for each family."