Shocking! A master of metaphysics has been mind-reading!

"I only have this much corn, just enough for my own consumption," the auntie said. "If you walk a little further in, turn west at the last intersection. Old Chen's family had a good harvest this year, so they might be selling some."

Xia Wange nodded and was about to get on the tractor and drive away when the aunt called out to her, "Oh dear, don't use this, it's a waste of gas. I have a bicycle over there, you can ride it and ask."

Xia Wange laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid I'll steal it?"

"Hey, you still have to leave your tractor here, why are you running around?" the aunt said with a laugh. "Just leave your silly brother here too, I'll watch over him for you."

"Hehehehe." Zhang Song laughed again, looking anxiously at Xia Wange. Please don't leave him here. He can only play the fool, he's not really a fool.

"Oh, what a poor guy, he's completely stupid," the aunt muttered as she saw Zhang Song grinning foolishly. "He won't hit anyone, will he?"

Xia Wange coughed lightly: "My brother can ride a bicycle, and he's really good at it. I have to take him with me, otherwise he'll wail. You see, he starts crying as soon as I leave."

After saying that, Xia Wange pretended to leave, and Zhang Song immediately burst into tears.

He suffered a mental breakdown.

At the same time, he was relieved that it was him; he didn't even want to think about what would have happened if President Lu had been with Master Xia.

The aunt quickly waved her hand, "Alright, alright, you take him with you. Sigh, you're unlucky, you can't live without someone here."

As she spoke, the aunt pushed out a bicycle and gave Xia Wange a clean cloth to wipe the seat.

While wiping the pears, Xia Wange tried to get information out of them: "I saw a tractor hauling autumn pears out just now. Those pears are pretty good."

The aunt's smile immediately faded, and she muttered, "Rich people can make money no matter what they plant. They build beautiful houses, but they don't care about the people in the village. Look at the state of the roads."

"The government won't fix it?"

"The government can do the repairs, but can't the Ming family donate a little more to pave the road?" At this point, the aunt waved her hands repeatedly, "You should take your brother there quickly, it gets dark early now, if it's really not possible, you can have dinner at my house when you come back later."

"No need." Xia Wange pulled Zhang Song away. "I have to take my brother on a blind date tonight."

"You're going on a blind date? Oh dear, it'll be tough bringing your brother along."

Xia Wange followed up, saying, "There's nothing we can do about that."

With that, she grabbed Zhang Song and quickly rode away on her bicycle.

Zhang Song, riding his bike, was a little worried that he had been exposed, so he kept smiling foolishly as he talked to Xia Wange.

"Sister Xia, I remember Mr. Ming said that in order to increase the income of the people in his hometown, he contracted a piece of land on the mountain, hired experts to help grow pears, and asked the people in his hometown to grow them. For the first few years, they didn't bear fruit, and he kept losing money. Finally, one year they bore fruit, but the pears were very small. However, they were very sweet. Later, everyone realized that the land in that mountain was particularly suitable for growing pears, and they sold very well. Didn't he increase the income of the people in his hometown? Why does that aunt still hate his family?"

"Increase your income. How can the money you earn from working be as much as the money you make from growing and selling pears?" Xia Wange said.

"Huh? Sales channels, transportation losses, shouldn't Mr. Ming bear all of that? I heard from Assistant Xu that the pear industry suffered huge losses a couple of years ago, but the people in the village who grow pears have a guaranteed income regardless of drought or flood, and they don't have to go out to work."

"People will only see you hauling pears away truckload after truckload to make money; no one will see the losses you incur."

Zhang Song thought about the aunt's resentful attitude towards the rich earlier, and then about how kind she was, lending them a car and offering them food as strangers. He felt a sense of contradiction in human nature.

He sighed, "I'm worried about my brother's life, and I'm also worried about him driving a Land Rover. It's tough for Ming in the village."

"Turn right, you're really planning to harvest corn, huh?" Xia Wange patted Zhang Song on the shoulder.

"Oh, oh, oh."

On the right, which is the east side of the village, Zhang Song rode his bicycle for a while and felt that the surroundings were getting darker and darker. Before long, he saw a graveyard in the distance. Normally, if he saw such a place, he would definitely stay far away, but now, because of Master Xia, he was not so afraid.

Xia Wange jumped off her bicycle and instructed, "When someone comes, just start crying!"

Zhang Song nodded with a troubled expression.

Xia Wange found a slightly higher spot to overlook the cemetery. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened her third eye.

With her divine eye activated, Xia Wange immediately noticed the problem: regardless of whether it was a new or old grave, the souls had all left too cleanly, without a trace, and the aura surrounding the entire cemetery was very complex.

He composed two formations. The obvious formation was very perfunctory and would hardly produce any effect; it was just to extend the fortune of a small cemetery to the surrounding area.

She took a picture with her phone at 50x zoom.

Then, upon closer inspection, yes, it was indeed the Ming family's. No wonder the villagers were so vigilant about the Ming family bringing a feng shui master to their ancestral graves; someone probably said they were helping them steal their fortune.

As it turned out, this person had fooled all the villagers. The formation that supposedly stole their fortune was just a facade; the real useful formation was another, much larger one.

It's as if there's an underground formation that absorbs all the spiritual energy of the entire village into the graveyard.

Xia Wange pursed her lips, frowned, and pondered.

I just don't know what's buried underground that needs to absorb this energy.

"Waaaaah~ Waaaaah~ Who, who are you?!" Zhang Song's cries echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

Xia Wange immediately snapped out of her daze, took a foxtail grass she had prepared and went down the slope. Sure enough, she saw several villagers with sticks surrounding Zhang Song.

The villagers, who had initially been aggressive, were stunned when Zhang Song approached. He started grinning foolishly and then burst into tears. They looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry, my silly brother is shy." Xia Wange quickly apologized. "My brother was acting up earlier, so I picked a foxtail grass over there for him to play with."

After figuring out the situation, the villagers carrying sticks breathed a sigh of relief. A young man with a short stick asked, "Are you from out of town? What brings you to the village?"

"Oh, we came to the village to collect corn, but the contact person surnamed Tong said he took his elderly mother to the provincial capital for medical treatment. We were afraid of making a wasted trip. An aunt at the village entrance told us to go west. There's a family surnamed Chen who planted a lot this year, so we should be able to get some."

"Oh, you've gone the wrong way. This is the east side; the only place without people there is our village's ancestral graves." The young man with the short stick looked at another, "The Chen family she mentioned seems to have already sold their property, right?"

Xia Wange immediately looked disappointed. "Ah? Then I've really made a wasted trip. My silly brother still needs..."

"Don't panic," said a kind-hearted young man. "We'll find a few places and divide the money among ourselves; we'll definitely be able to fill it up for you."

Xia Wange, who was trying to gain sympathy: "..."

That's not necessary.