Chapter 13: Heavy Treasure!
Precious! Collect!
Hugging a box, Wu Zhengye walked slowly to the place under the bridge that could block snow but not wind. This was his long-term residence. Sitting on the stool, Wu Zhengye touched the box in his hand and muttered, "The few treasures I've collected throughout my life? What's inside this thing? Gold? Diamonds? At worst, it should be silver, right? Can't open it?"
Wu Zheng thought for a long time, but the final result was, "Forget it, since I promised Old Lady to open it three days later, then just wait for three days."
As he thought of this, Wu Zhengye put the box into his own bosom, opened his eyes and swept a glance at the road, trees and high-rise buildings not far away, which were reflected in the neon lights, shining with golden light. He looked very calm, without any ripples in his eyes. High-rise buildings, money, beauty, to him, they were things from two different worlds......
He leaned against the wall behind him and fell asleep unknowingly.
The next morning, a gust of cold wind suddenly woke him up! Wu Zhengye shivered and his hands trembled as he tightened the tattered coat on his body, his teeth chattering with cold!!!
It's freezing cold on this snowy day!
"Damn it, I can't stay in this place any longer. The days are getting colder and colder, if I stay here any longer, Master Wu will be frozen into an ice sculpture." As he spoke, Wu Zhengxie tightly wrapped his tattered coat around him, stood up, hunched over to pick up his stool and signboard, and began to move forward, looking like a beggar.
"This time I must find a place that can block the wind, block the snow, and is also very warm to stay temporarily. Hmm, where exactly has such conditions?"
"Thud!" A light sound, this is the sound of wood falling to the ground.
"Huh, what's this..."
Turning back, Wu Zhengyi looked towards the source of the sound, "Isn't this... the treasure that the old lady gave me? Hmm, it's the collection of her lifetime, what exactly is inside? It's so mysterious, and I have to wait three days before I can open it?"
As he thought, Wu Zhengye bent down to pick up the wooden box, just as he was about to open it, another gust of cold wind hit him in the face! This time, he couldn't care less about opening the wooden box, and wrapped it in his coat, shrinking his head and walking forward...
The sky gradually brightened up, and on the highway, you could occasionally see a few cars hurrying for life. As for pedestrians, Wu Zhengye didn't see a single one.
The weather is so cold!
Snowflakes keep falling...
Who else has such a spirit as Wu Zhengye, going out for a walk early in the morning?
After a morning of wandering, Wu Zhengye finally found a good place, which is called - Air Defense Cave!
Although it's called 'Cold Cave', inside is warm in winter and cool in summer. The Cold Cave is very deep, the wind can't be blocked but it doesn't blow directly, this effect is much better than that place under the bridge. However, the only drawback is that there are extremely few passersby here, Wu Zhengye stayed here for half a day and only saw one middle-aged woman hurry by.
Fortune telling? Forget it. The middle-aged woman quickened her pace as soon as she saw him, and even Wu Zhengye couldn't help but sigh in dismay.
A day's time had passed just like that, and Wu Zhengye's stomach was once again making uncooperative rumbling noises.
He slapped his own belly hard and cursed, "You're calling out again? Damn it! You didn't make a sound when I starved you for three days, but now that I've fed you well these past few days, your temper has grown. Just last night you had a big meal, and now it's not even 24 hours later and you're calling out again? Hmph, you really are a hopeless thing."
Scolding is scolding, but Wu Zhengye's mind was still thinking about what to do tonight, "Go pick up trash for money?"
"No, no, no! How can a great master like myself do such a lowly thing?" As he spoke, his body stood up straight. "Actually... actually picking up trash to sell isn't a lowly thing either. The world has many paths, and each path has its own people who walk it, and each path produces its own talents. Yes! This great master is now fallen on hard times, just trying to make a living, very normal, very normal..."
While comforting himself, Wu Zhengye turned back to hide the stool and signboard. At this time, his eyes saw the wooden box under the stool again.
"Can't open it?" Wu Zheng was contradictory, "Open? No way! This master has promised others that after three days, it will be after three days. This master cannot lose the trust of others."
He turned his head, but after three seconds, his head turned back, "If this is really gold, diamonds, silver... wouldn't the great master be freed from his suffering? Why would he still do such a thing as picking up trash?"
The contradictory him looked at this wooden box for a long time and finally made up his mind.
"Open it! Anyway, this wooden box is now mine, hehe, I can open it whenever I want!" Wu Zhengye said with a face full of expectation as he picked up the wooden box. His pair of uneven eyes shone with an unusual light, and his mouth muttered, "Gold... must be gold... gold..."
"Ah!"
The wooden box was opened, but Wu Zhengye was stunned there!
"Gold... where's the gold?" Wu Zhengxie stretched out his hand and grabbed the things inside the wooden box, shaking them continuously, as if he wanted to find the gold in his mouth, but he was disappointed.
Ten minutes later, he had turned the wooden box and its contents over several times, but still couldn't see any sign of gold. At this moment, he sat on the ground in despair, laughing, "Haha, I'm thinking nonsense again! What would an old trash-picking woman have to do with gold? I'm just daydreaming! Hahaha..."
He got up and immediately walked towards the outside of the cave, despite the heavy snowfall, but his stomach had to be filled, right? As for the wooden box he threw on the ground and the scattered 'treasures', he didn't care at all, letting the 'treasures' lie on the cold ground. In his heart, what was most important now was not something else, but his stomach.
Having had the experience, Wu Zhengye naturally knew where to sell the plastic bottles after picking them up, where to pick more plastic bottles, and when the shops that collected these would close.
He spent three hours picking up two big bags of plastic bottles and sold them for 10 yuan, then went to a small grocery store in the civilian residence to buy a pack of cigarettes. As he smoked, Wu Zhengye thought, "Where should I go to fill my stomach now?"
After thinking for a long time, Wu Zhengye suddenly thought of the place selling tofu rice at the entrance of H City People's Hospital. "Now that I have money, I'll go to your place. Initially, I predicted that there would be bloodshed within three days. Today, I'll see if it's accurate or not. If I have the chance, I won't mind telling you the solution for free. Hehe, I've never owed anyone anything."
With that, Wu Zhengye strode towards H City Hospital in big steps...
"What's going on? The store is being transferred? How can they transfer the store so quickly?" At the tofu rice shop, Wu Zhengye only saw that the rolling shutter door was closed tightly, with a transfer notice posted on it.
Seeing this scene, Wu Zhengye's heart suddenly rose with a bad premonition, "No, his disaster won't have appeared already, will it?"
He cast a glance around and saw that about ten meters away, there was a small grocery store with its door open. Without hesitation, he walked over in big strides. "Boss, may I ask, why is the 'Ping Ping Restaurant' next door not open for business? There's even a transfer notice posted on it, what's going on?"
The boss was a middle-aged woman, sitting in the store with a cold face, roasting by the stove. When she heard Wu Zhengye's words, the middle-aged woman glanced at him and saw his outfit and the half bag of plastic bottles in his hand, she couldn't help but frown, "Go ask the fortune teller, I don't know about this kind of thing."
The voice was icy cold and full of resentment, causing Wu Zhengyi to pause in surprise. He thought to himself, "This person shouldn't be someone who's been abandoned, right? Otherwise, why would they have such a big temper? Excuse me, but I'm not the man who hurt you! Do you need to vent your anger on me?"
But he only dared to think about it in his heart, "Uh, that... forget it."
As he turned to leave, just as he took his first step, the middle-aged woman behind him suddenly spoke up, "Ten days ago, the owner of that restaurant got into a fight with a group of thugs and had his left hand chopped off. He's still in the hospital..."
Wu Zhengyi was taken aback, "Indeed it is!"
"Thanks, old lady!" he said, and Wu Zhengye walked away slowly. Suddenly, a burst of angry curses came from behind him!
"You little rascal, am I older than you? You dare say that again..."
When he heard this, Wu Zhengyi didn't dare stay any longer and ran away quickly.
Late at night, Wu Zhengye slowly returned to the cold cave with a full stomach, took out the stool he had hidden, and saw the books scattered all over the ground that he had thrown away. Out of boredom, he picked one up...
"Huh, this is... the only copy of Yang Gong's secret art of wind and water!" Wu Zhengye's eyes suddenly lit up! As someone who had come for this purpose, he naturally understood the value of "Yang Gong's secret art of wind and water, the only copy"!
Yang Gong, courtesy name Jun Song, also known as Jiupin (also known as Shu Mao), Yang Gong was born with a clever and wise nature, and had an extraordinary understanding from a young age. He began to accept students and teach. For over twenty years, Yang Gong devoted himself to the study, development, practice, and transmission of Feng Shui secrets, upholding the truth, promoting goodness, rescuing the poor, and supporting the weak. His virtue and art were renowned, his reputation spread far and wide, and he was able to leave a lasting legacy for thousands of years, with praise that will forever remain. Therefore, he is called the Master of Chinese Feng Shui!
