Chapter 22: [008] The first barrel of gold (1)

Sure enough, after a while, the big brother in Huo Wenhua's black handbag screamed.
He took out the big brother, the size of a brick, connected it, and listened carefully, his face suddenly sorrowful, his body trembling, and he knelt down on the ground, facing the east of Hong Kong, and rubbed his three heads heavily, his eyes were full of tears.
Looking at his grief, Yang Zimei thought of the ruin of his last life's home, and he felt so sad that he couldn't help crying.
"Niuniu, why are you crying?"
When Yang He saw tears suddenly, he asked strangely.
Yang Zimei reached out and wiped her tears. "I can't help tears when I see this Mr. Huo is sad because he lost his father."
"Mr. Huo? How do you know he is Mr. Huo? Do you know him?" Yang He asked strangely.
His voice was loud, and both Hua Shaoguang and Huo Wenhua in grief heard it.
Huo Wenhua got up from the ground, wiped the tears in the corner of his eyes, and looked at Yang Zimei in doubt.
He came here, never revealing his identity, and no one knew his father had just died.
How did this baby girl know?
He looked at Yang Zimei in doubt, and found that the baby girl was very different. The black and white pupils had maturity and compassion commensurate with her age, like seeing the vicissitudes of the world, and the little red eyebrows The cinnabar mole makes her little face bright and shiny, and the skin on her whole body is as white as jade, even with a slight light.
In the past few decades, he has seen many people and has never seen such a child.
"Little girl, come here!" He waved at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei walked over, looked up at Huo Wenhua slightly, and said to him with a childish voice: "Mr. Huo, hello, may I ask you something?"
"Little girl, how do you know my last name is Huo?" Huo Wenhua was even stranger when she saw that this little girl was different from the ordinary rural baby.
"I figured it out." Yang Zimei smiled lightly.
Yang He shouted, "Don't look at Niuniu's young age. She is a disciple of an old fairy on the mountain, and she is fortune teller."
"Oh? It ’s so easy to learn from such a small age? It ’s rare and rare." Huo Wenhua turned to ask Hua Shaoguang aside, "Master Hua, is it difficult to calculate a person's last name?"
Hua Shaoguang glanced at Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei also gave him a very strange feeling, but he absolutely did not believe that a little girl would master the real metaphysics, and it would be impossible to infer the surname of a stranger, even he could not, so he dismissed it. I guess she just saw you on TV. "
In 1992, Huo Wenhua had a family property that was not big enough, only 30 million yuan. There were very few opportunities to get on TV. It was impossible to be recognized by such a small girl.
However, out of respect for Hua Shaoguang, he didn't say much, but continued to ask, "Can you calculate any other information for me?"
Yang Zimei nodded slightly, "Mr. Huo is from Hong Kong and is looking for a feng shui place to bury his dead father."
Hearing her words, Huo Wenhua was completely shocked.
He brought Huashaoguang here, he really wanted to find a feng shui treasure in his hometown, rounding his father's desire to return to his roots.
When I passed Yangcun, I found that there is actually a golden silk old Nanmu here, which is the best material for making a coffin, so I stopped and wanted to buy Nanmu.