There is a Guantou Cliff in Lingshi, Shanxi, and on the cliff stands the General's Mansion of the Liang family. In the eighteenth year of the Republic of China, Liang Ziyu, a cowherd boy, became the commander of the Kuomintang army and returned to his hometown in glory. He married his sixth concubine and built his ancestral house more grandly than the county government office. The stone lion at the door stared as if it wanted to swallow the entire ravine.
Feng shui masters say that this is called a tiger descending from the mountain, and it will bring wealth to the three generations.
Liang Ziyu believed it. He named his eldest son Chengzhi, his second son Chengye, and his third son Chengzong - inheriting the ancestral industry, inheriting the ancestral lineage, and honoring the ancestral lineage.
But he didn't know that what he planted with his own hands was not a dragon, but a flea.
The eldest son died of smoking on his concubine's bed, with only a pair of underpants on him when he died. The second son learned to do business, but was deceived and cheated, and two shops in Taiyuan lost everything. The third son was even more brilliant. He lost the last few hundred acres of the Liang family's farmland in Lingshi to a master in one night. After the loss, he smiled and said, "What are you afraid of? My father is an army commander and has plenty of money."
The fourth aunt ran away with someone. Fifth Aunt is so crazy. Aunt Six fell into a well.
Liang Ziyu died on the island. Before he died, someone helped him up and kowtowed three times toward the northwest. He said: "I'm sorry to my ancestors for raising a bunch of prodigal roots."
Three years after his death, his great-grandson sold the pair of stone lions at the door for 500 yuan.
The old accountant in the village lived for ninety-three years and had settled accounts all his life. On the night before his death, he pointed in the direction of the Liang family compound and said, "I have figured it out. The Liang family failed not because of Feng Shui, but because of their roots."
After saying this, the old man breathed his last.
That same night, the last surviving side hall of the Liang family compound caught fire.
