The construction of the TV tower on the top of the mountain continued, and the township officials avoided entering the government compound, but the days when the potential home was harassed were endless. Men kept coming to yell a few times, and more women came to chirping for a while, as if the mountain would become theirs as long as this way.
What Qian Liqin said the most to Qian’s sisters and brothers this time is: “You must keep in mind that you must not eat what others give you. Mom will buy you everything you want to eat.” Intermittently in the morning, midnight and evening. Second, early the next morning she would ask nervously again: "What did mom say to you yesterday?"
Qianmai knows that she is afraid that others will poison the children's food. And this worry is not redundant in the countryside. Therefore, except for picking up the goods as usual on Sundays, she did not leave Xiaohai in the rest of her free time.
Things are getting worse and worse. In addition to some people clamoring with potential homes, people from the brigade also flocked to the township government compound. The dispute over the land of the TV tower has become the latest gossip topic in Nanjiang Village. Every day after dinner, there are people who are willing to talk about gossip on the cement bridge in front of the credit union in the face of the winter wind.
On this day, Qian Mai was ordered to go to Qiaotou to collect clothes.
A large group of men, women, and children stopped for a moment when they saw the children of the potential family coming, and then they started chatting again.
The loudest voice is naturally from Li Dafu: "A few people in our team went to the township government to make a fuss today. This group of grandsons dragged on and off, talking about research, research, and research."
A typical follower of the Wang family man: "Yes, they can naturally drag it to the tower and build it. It is a fait accompli, what can we do with them?"
In a loud swear word, a non-salty or weak voice said: "Yang Yong's silly goods, the mountain is half sold and half given to others. I heard about selling dried powder in Zhixi, the locals. After making a fuss, the compensation has quadrupled to nearly two thousand."
Qian Mai deliberately slowed down the speed in his hand, and suppressed his anger. It seemed that his calligraphy was far from calm, and he was easily provoked to anger. Slightly squinting sideways, Su Jiaru, who hadn't seen him for a long time, was squatting and scratching the ground with a "dragon branch" in his hand.
"Is there such a thing?" Hearing such fierce news, the discussion reached a climax in an instant, and there were babbles saying "Yang Yong has posted this time", and angrily said "Why did Yang Yong take our mountain?" It’s a bargain!" Even more outrageously said, "Why the county looks down on our Nanjiang and gives so much less, then we have to make trouble for it."
In this case, Li Dafu also stroked his sleeves, and he called with great enthusiasm: "Tomorrow we will go up the mountain to make a fuss, who of you will go?" Unfortunately, there are not many people in the crowd. But real swords and guns will fight against the wind with you unless your mind is flooded.
In this box, Su Jiaru’s unsalty and undiminished voice sounded again: "That won’t be enough. This mountain has been a commune since history. The top of this mountain, one mountain on top of one mountain, has been shared by everyone since history. Isn’t our village'Shuixian' still alive? He was the secretary of the brigade at that time, so just lift him up the mountain and give him some pointers."
Everyone nodded and said yes, and moved to the house of "Shui Xian Gong". Qianmai collected his clothes in twos and then walked back, and couldn't help but sneer. It turned out that Su Jiaru was a dog-headed strategist. No wonder it was calm before, but it has become more and more fierce this time. It's true that a dog can't change eating shit. It's the same in the past and this life, but I originally planned to avoid the river.
After that, Shi Shiran didn't care much about things, they could go crazy, but the township government always had to say something with evidence, and wouldn't dance with it. So, what she didn't know was that after the group of people rushed to the courtyard of "Shui Xian Gong" to complain, the wrinkled, thin and tough old man only said lightly: "History, sons-in-laws have It's a helper for the father-in-law, your Su Jiaru is different from the others."