The Prodigal Son: I Can Foresee the Future

Lin Ming stopped joking with Xiang Ze. The two walked along the mountain road to the hillside of Guanyun Mountain and looked down into the distance. The prosperous and busy Tianhai City came into view. The endless flow of cars on the Huanwan Viaduct could be vaguely seen. This was only during the day. The view of Tianhai City from here at night was the most beautiful. There was a temple on the top of Guanyun Mountain. It was called "Guanyun Temple". The temple was not big and there were no monks living in it. It was said that there lived an old immortal in the temple who would answer any request. Guanyun Temple was built spontaneously by residents around Guanyun Mountain, and most of the construction costs came from those tourists. Lin Ming and Xiang Ze saw many people coming and going while climbing the mountain.

There were local villagers and tourists.

However, it was not the peak tourist season, so most of the people were local villagers.

Lin Ming bought a stick of incense, a bottle of rice wine, and a piece of yellow paper at the stall next to him.

"Brother Lin, do you still believe this?" Xiang Ze's eyes twitched.

"In all matters, we should advise people not to hide the truth, and there are gods above our heads."

Lin Ming said slowly: "You'd better come in and worship."

"Oh."

Xiang Ze also bought the same things as Lin Ming.

Lin Ming knelt on the mat and looked at the majestic Buddha.

He did not speak.

In his heart, he was asking himself, how did he get this ability to predict the future?

Lin Ming did not know whether there were gods in the world.

In short, the gods did not answer him.

They stayed for a while.

Lin Ming and Xiang Ze walked out of the temple.

When they came to Guanyun Village again, it was almost 3 o'clock in the afternoon.

What Xiang Ze didn't expect was that.

Lin Ming stood at the entrance of Guanyun Village, looking at the towering mountains in the west.

"Brother Lin, what are you looking at?" Xiang Ze asked in confusion.

Lin Ming pursed his lips: "Do you think this mountain is formed by stone or soil?"

Xiang Ze rolled his eyes: "Brother Lin, why do you always ask such strange questions recently? When I picked you up yesterday, you asked me if it would rain, and today you asked me if this mountain was formed by stone or soil. How should I answer you? Of course, it was formed by stone and soil together!"

"Then tell me again, is there more stone or soil?" Lin Ming asked again.

"Stone!" Xiang Ze didn't even think about it.

Lin Ming shook his head and smiled, patting Xiang Ze on the shoulder.

"This mountain should have more soil."

Xiang Ze immediately became anxious: "No, Brother Lin, is there more stone or more soil? What does this have to do with us?"

"Ah..."

Lin Ming sighed: "Guanyun Village is too close to this mountain."

Xiang Ze was speechless.

He also stared at the mountain for a long time, but couldn't figure out what was going on.

Guanyun Mountain is not just a mountain, but a general name.

For example, the one Lin Ming mentioned at this moment is not the main mountain of Guanyun Mountain.

Now is not the time to explain to Xiang Ze, so Lin Ming didn't say anything more.

The two walked into Guanyun Village and saw many villagers busy with their own things.

Some elderly people took a small bench and sat at the door to bask in the sun.

"Uncle."

Lin Ming sat next to a few old men and took out a cigarette and handed one to each of them.

The faces of the uncles suddenly bloomed with smiles like flowers.

"Whose child is this?" One of the uncles asked.

"I'm not from Guanyun Village, I'm here for tourism." Lin Ming said with a smile.

"Oh."

The old man responded and said, "Nowadays, almost no young people live in the village. Only old people like us still insist on living there, haha!"

The old man's tone of voice was quite trendy, but he spoke in the local dialect, so Lin Ming had to think about it slowly before he could understand.

"Young people like big cities, where life is convenient and they can earn more money at work."

Lin Ming paused slightly.

Then he said, "You guys' children have all gone out? You are so old, and your legs and feet are not convenient. Have you ever considered living with your children?"

"It would be inconvenient if we really lived with the children!"

"Yes, yes, yes, we need money to live in the big city, so we won't go."

"It's so good to be in the village? We old friends can chat when we have nothing to do, or play cards, it's very comfortable!"

"Young man, do you want to consider living in Guanyun Village? I will teach you how to play poker."

Lin

The corner of Ming's mouth twitched fiercely.

As expected.

A man is a teenager until he dies!

These uncles like to joke.

"I still think big cities are good, there are everything." Lin Ming said.

"Yes, but it costs money, right? With our bodies, going there will only cause trouble to the country." Another uncle said.

Lin Ming fell silent.

That's true.

Old people like this in their seventies and eighties have no ability to make money and no pursuit of things.

Living in the village is much easier than living in the city.

"Young man, if you come here to travel, you must go to the Guanyun Temple on the top of the mountain. The old gods there will answer any prayers. If you go there to burn incense and worship, you may live as old as us." Another uncle spoke.

Lin Ming: "..."

"We have been to Guanyun Temple. The reason we came to Guanyun Village is to see if there are any suitable houses. I plan to buy one here." Lin Ming smiled.

"Empty houses?"

The old man who spoke first immediately said, "Of course there are. Young people don't live in the village anymore. There's no point in keeping houses. Many are selling them."

Lin Ming immediately asked, "Uncle, how much is a house in our village?"

Rural houses are basically sold by unit, regardless of square meters.

The same is true for Guanyun Village.

"It's hard to say. Some five-room houses can be sold for 300,000 yuan, while some four-room houses can only be sold for 200,000 yuan."

As the old man said, he pointed to the three small houses behind him.

"For someone like me, it's worth about 150,000 yuan."

Lin Ming took out another cigarette and handed one to the old men.

The old man was still an old man and accepted it without hesitation.

"Then how many houses are there in our village now?" Lin Ming asked again.

"The country doesn't allow building houses now. For now, there are probably about 800 to 900 houses."

The old man joked again: "Young man, are you planning to buy the whole village?"

"I don't have that much money."

Lin Ming shook his head and smiled: "Thank you for telling me, I'll leave first. I wish you a long life."

"This young man is good."

"He is handsome and has a good attitude."

"He is also very generous. He gave us two cigarettes. I like this kind of young people."

"I have to save them for the evening."

Behind him, there came the voices of the old men praising.

Lin Ming and Xiang Ze walked around Guanyun Village.

When they got in the car, Lin Ming said something that made Xiang Ze confused.

"On December 20th, at 10:30 p.m., you will be at home. You are not allowed to go anywhere. Wait for my call."