People have no long-term worries, but they must have near-term worries. They are talking about people like Qianmai.
When she was still indulging in the ordinary and moisturizing days, the winter wind swept through the storm and has rushed to the door of the potential home.
After school on Wednesday morning, Qian Mai and Qian Xiaofen walked down the low slope hand in hand. From a distance, they saw a large number of people gathered at their door, and they were all talking about their opinions. With a bad premonition, the whole body suddenly instinctively warned, and Xiaofen walked away and ran home.
When the door came in, the courtyard and courtyard were squeezed into the third and third floors of the courtyard. A group of men stroked their arms, pointed fingers and feet, and yelled eagerly with a pale face. In the meantime, they were mixed with Li Meijun's mother and many other women who were talking to the people watching the excitement next to him. The mayor of Nanjiang Township, Comrade Ruan, and Village Chief Sun were surrounded by the courtyard, smoking cigarettes with a gloomy expression, and from time to time asked the villagers a few questions and answers.
Before Qian Mai could figure out the facts from the noisy discussion, Qian Liqin pulled his collar back into the back room. Qian Liqin's face was full of sadness, and he exhorted at the door to "look good, brother", turned around and locked it out.
Inside the room, Qian Xiaohai opened a corner of the curtains, kneeling on the sofa chair, pouting his butt and staring at the outside from the wooden lattice window. Seeing my sister coming in, she immediately ran over with her calf and pulled her sister over, her little hand shivering unconsciously in the cold.
Qian Xiaohai bent down and helped Qian Xiaohai step onto the sofa chair. Before she could ask any questions, Qian Xiaohai's face was pale, her eyes were foggy, and she told her incoherently: "TV Tower... They want to divide our family's money." … Sister, they are so fierce, I'm so scared!"
That's it! Qianmai gently hugged Qian Xiaohai, patted his back and said: "Don't be afraid, there are grandpa and mother outside."
Having said that, idiots can see the isolation and helplessness of Qian Jia's grandfather and Qian Liqin. Grandpa Qianjia pressed his thin lips and said nothing, with his hands behind his back, watching coldly. Standing behind her father, Qian Liqin was also very disturbed, and from time to time she murmured a few words with her uncle Qian Songyu on the side.
For a long time, the mayor frowned and took a few deep cigarettes. He threw down the cigarette butt and rubbed it out with his feet. He raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down and said, "We have heard everyone's opinions. The township needs to hold a meeting to study it. Please come back today, everyone."
With a single word, the courtyard suddenly exploded.
Li Meijun’s father, Li Dafu, was the first to jump out: “No! This TV tower is halfway through, and it’s about to be completed soon. You are delaying the time, when the county people pat their buttocks and leave, who do we look for? ?"
The man from the Wang family immediately followed up: "Yes. Let them stop work immediately, otherwise we will move the materials home."
Comrade Ruan also spoke on the side: "It is illegal for you to do that! This hill is from the potential family, and the materials are from the public..."
Before he could finish talking, a thin, middle-aged man yelled at Village Chief Sun next to him: "Xiaotouhu, you are from the village, so you are saying something. Is that mountain a potential home?" When the mountain was divided in 58, my grandfather, secretary of the commune, established that big cedar tree as the boundary of the mountain. Now the cedar tree is dead, but I clearly remember the location. The top of the mountain is half our home."
Li Dafu repeatedly said: "Yes. The camellia tree on the top of the mountain belongs to my family, and it has been picked by my family over the years. How come the mountain has become a potential home. In my opinion, the mountain world can't tell it clearly, just let it be second. The brigade organization came forward and received it as public ownership. Every household in the brigade has a share."
This remark was well received, and everyone who echoed it was fair. Even Yang Jiabao, who is closely connected with Qianjia Ziliu Mountain and has a good relationship, also remained silent.
The head of the township was somewhat displeased when he saw the crowd collided and the scene was out of control, but he couldn't tell if he had ten mouths when the scholar met the soldiers. I blame myself for being too anxious at the beginning. I wanted to be the first to erect the TV tower in my brothers’ towns and villages, and started construction without completing the formalities in order to grab time. Now that most of the project is going on, but this kind of right and wrong has happened, and it's hard to get rid of it. I had to say repeatedly: "This matter will be discussed when Yang Yong comes back. The Shanquan register writes his name. But I have to say first, if anyone goes to the mountain construction site to find fault, the township committee and the township government will severely punish them."
Upon hearing this, both Li Dafu and the Wang family sneered: "What is he Yang Yong? He's just a son-in-law from a hometown. Don't want to take the money alone. The people in our brigade resolutely refused to agree."
Holding Qian Xiaohai’s potential wheat in the room, at this moment I couldn’t help but think of the TV series "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji". In Wudang, Yin Susu said to his son Zhang Wuji before his death: "You have to keep these people in mind, don’t worry, but don’t want any of them. Let it go." At the time, she felt that Yin Susu was too cruel, so she let the young children face this chaotic scene of hatred. But today, Qianmai did the same thing: "Xiaohai, open your eyes to see clearly, and keep in mind how these people deal with the potential home today."