An autobiography from a Feng Shui family. The real practice of Feng Shui is all in the middle, late and early stages. It is paved by the growth experience and environment. If you read it carefully, you will get different results. In 1950, the land was divided. The "Dragon's Back Field" that no one dared to ask for was given to whom in the end?
In 1960, people who died of starvation were buried on the hillside, and dogs barked all night in the middle of the night.
In 1970, the four olds were destroyed and statues of gods were smashed, and the leader was blinded on the spot.
In 1980, when a household with ten thousand yuan was building a new house, on the day when the beams were installed, a snake fell from the beams.
In 1990, a businessman invited Pixiu home, but he couldn't get in or out - his son was born without a butthole.
Fifty years, one hundred stories.
Every one of them was seen by the villagers with their own eyes.
Each one is related to Feng Shui.
Each one, by the end, leaves one speechless.
Someone asked: Is it true or false?
The old man in the village took a puff of cigarette: There are people who believe it, and there are people who don't believe it...
Really true and easy to understand.
Real, helpless, alive