The Problem with Marrying Rich: Out of the Way, Ex - Chapter 1166

Chapter 1166: Was The Fengshui Not Good Here?

He Xiyan knelt in front of the tomb. It was just two minutes and tears had covered her whole face.

(Father and mother, I’m Yanyan, your beloved daughter. I come to see you today with my children. This is Yuanyuan, your grandson who is 12 years old already. You also have a granddaughter named Xixi. She also came, but master didn’t let her come to the graveyard to worship you. Mom and Dad, I miss you very much and want to see if you are good here. So I asked several mourners here to open the coffin for you today. I hope they won’t disturb you.)

He Xiyan said silently. After so many years, however, the thought of her father and mother still made her feel painful.

In her whole life, she had lost too many relatives, gone through too many deaths, and even experienced two bad marriages. She had lost more than she got.

Now came the sound of fireworks and firecrackers.

Then a mourner nearby patted Xiyan on the shoulder, telling her that the worship could be over.

However, He Xiyan seemed to be immersed in grief. She still knelt there, crying loudly.

Until Yuanyuan held her up.

“Mom…” Yuanyuan took out a tissue out of his pocket, gently wiping away tears from the corners of his mother’s eyes.

Yuanyuan now imitated her and knelt there for 15 minutes as well, but he didn’t cry. But seeing his mother so sad, he was also very upset.

He knew that his mother lost her father when she was 13 and her mother when she was 16. His mother had lived a hard and pitiful life.

He Xiyan took a deep breath. Since she had cried for a long time, her eyes were already red and swollen.

She waved her hand, signaling that the mourners beside them could start their work.

Then five to six middle-aged men, about forty or fifty years old, went to the car and brought hoes, shovels and other tools.

Digging the grave required great attention as well. The fengshui master decied which tomb needed to be dug first and which should start.

Master Wang was now standing in the middle of the two graves. He had something in his hand, like a map of eight diagrams. He pointed at the map with his wrinkled finger a few times, and then pointed to a grave on the left and said.

“Dig this one first, start from the southeast corner.”

He Xiyan was standing beside Master Wang, tears still pouring out of her eyes constantly. She looked at the grave that was being dug. It was her father’s grave. Her father had been dead for 23 years. That was to say, he had been sleeping in this grave for 23 years.

Her father’s and mother’s graves were very close, only seven meters away from each other.

“Master, isn’t fengshui good in this place?” When they dug halfway, He Xiyan couldn’t help asking the fengshui master.

Master Wang took a deep breath and hesitated for a moment between the two graves. Then he raised his right hand and checked the position.

Turning around, he looked at He Xiyan and sighed.

“The two graves are hidden from the sun by bamboo and tea trees in front of them. There was no sunshine on the two graves all year round. Besides, there were too many weeds on both sides. From the perspective of fengshui, it’s not a suitable place, or if you want to build graves, you need to cut down the tea trees in front.”

Master Wang said in a low voice, his eyesight freezing.

He Xiyan didn’t understand these geomancy theories. When her father died, her mother was still alive. So her mother buried her father in the back mountain of her hometown according to her father’s wishes. After her mother died, it was her decision to bury her mother next to her father, so that her father and mother could be together, and that they would not be alone underground.