The Secret History of Xuanmen

Chapter 1
August 21, [-] was a day that made me suffer for the rest of my life.

That was the day of my birth and the death of my parents and eighteen villagers.

I was born in a remote mountain village in northern Henan. Although it is poor and remote, it is in the Central Plains after all. With the glory of my ancestors, some treasures are often dug out of the ground, and the life of the villagers is considered nourishing.

That day my father mysteriously summoned more than a dozen villagers and said that he found a deep cave at the bottom of the Snakehead Mountain more than ten miles away. It seems that some dilapidated machines can still be seen in the room.

Regardless of whether it is a large tomb or a mine, it is worth exploring, so a group of people set off quickly, and just a few hours after they entered the mine, there was a violent explosion in the cave, and soon Half the mountain has collapsed.

Nineteen people, including my father, were buried deep in the bottom of the mountain, and even the corpses were not found. In the end, each family dug up some mountain soil and made human shapes for burial.

Because the things done in the village were not brought to the fore, and they were not reported to the officials in the end, but the family members of the deceased directly pointed the finger at my family, saying that my father killed their relatives.

What's more, they said that my father deliberately dragged those people to be buried with him. They said that my family knew Feng Shui, and they wanted to use the lives of the villagers to change the luck of my old Zhao family and change the prosperity of future generations.

Our Zhao family really knows a little bit of Fengshui Xuanshu. The reason why my father went to the mine was because my family did have the means to find dragons and divide gold, and to catch veins and acupuncture points.

But it is absolutely impossible to say that my father deliberately killed these people.

But those who lost their relatives also lost their minds. Dozens of widows and old people surrounded my house tightly, each carrying a shovel and a hoe, as if they wanted to drag my family to be buried with them.

At that time, my mother was only seven months pregnant with me. If Grandpa hadn't been there to protect her, and the villagers were afraid of Grandpa's prestige, they would have killed my mother long ago.

But in the end she was not spared either. Perhaps it was the death of her father and the bad words from the villagers that made her distraught, or it was more likely that she knew that her grandfather's thin body could not stop the anger of the villagers, so she suddenly bumped into the on the doorpost.

Blood flowed horizontally, and one corpse and two lives were killed. Only then did the anger of the villagers be calmed down, and they left angrily.

Strangely, after my mother passed out, my grandfather did not send her to the hospital immediately, but moved out a blue stone from the inner room, which was about the size of a Maza, and looked very simple.

I laid my mother halfway on the stone bench, and after a while, although I failed to save my mother, I was lucky enough to deliver the baby.

I was born prematurely, and according to the customs, I had to be given a rustic name that was easy to feed, so my grandfather named me Gouzeng, Zhao Gouzeng, and dogs would die naturally after eating leftovers.

I have been weak and sick since I was a child, and the villagers regarded me as a thorn in their side, and often used some shady means to harm me, so I didn't have a decent childhood, but I was dependent on my grandfather. The medicine jar grows day by day.

I didn't go to school, and I didn't have any playmates.But my grandfather also taught me to read and write, and my only hobby is to read his extensive Feng Shui books.

I seem to have a photographic memory, and I can see ten lines at a glance.But I am very forgetful. Many things that I experienced on the first day are forgotten the next day.Because of this, the villagers often laugh at me as a stupid dog, and I don't bother to prove anything.

I thought that my contradictory life would continue to be muddled, and that after my grandfather died, I would die alone.

This is my life, and it is a miracle that I survived, and I dare not expect anything extravagantly.

I never thought that a welcoming team from Luoyang would completely change the trajectory of my life.

That year, I, Zhaojiatun, which had already declined that day, drove into a domineering convoy.

Four Land Rovers cleared the way, with a few Hutou Ben in the middle, followed by a row of big Gs, and these cars also had happy characters on them.

The villagers had never seen such a battle before, and they ran after the convoy crazily. They were very curious about who was in the car, and why they came to Zhaojiatun, a place where no shit.

But no matter whose house this convoy is going to, that house is definitely smoked from the ancestral grave, and this matter is worth discussing in Zhaojiatun for a lifetime.

In the end, this domineering convoy stopped where the villagers least wanted to see it.

that is my home.

(End of this chapter)