"No way, Uncle. They say that digging there would ruin the feng shui and could trigger a natural disaster," the village chief tried to explain further.
"You’ve been the village chief for so many years and have attended training in town over a dozen tis. What era is it now, and you still believe in feudal superstition? If you’re worried, then I’ll have Duoduo find a construction team tomorrow to dig a canal. The expenses will be collected from each household. I’ve already calculated it; it will cost one hundred and twenty per household, plus a five thousand yuan subsidy from the village."
"Uncle, that won’t do. If Miao Village across the way makes trouble, it’ll be terrible," the village had borrowed water from Miao Village several tis during water shortages in past years. If the dam was built and relations were damaged, it would be difficult to ask for help next ti. They say distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. The town governnt is far away, and in case of a real ergency, we still need to negotiate with Miao Village. Besides, the village chief has talked to the village chief of Miao Village about the rice, saying that as long as they agreed, we would give them so of the secrets and seeds for planting new rice. Seeing the reaction of Miao Village’s chief, there was a faint sign of loosening.
"You’re not listening to the organization’s opinion; are you trying to revolt? Have you forgotten who carried your father on his back down the mountain when he was sick?" Qian Yongfu had heard from his son about so investnt that cost over ten thousand yuan, and he was tight on money at the ti, so a wicked idea ca to his mind. No matter what, the construction team would ultimately be a few strong local n forced to dig a channel, and once water was brought to the village, it would be settled.
Ge Village has over one hundred households; at one hundred and twenty yuan per household, that’s twelve thousand yuan, plus the five thousand subsidy from the village, making a total of seventeen thousand yuan. If any family disagreed, their well would be sealed, and their electricity cut off day and night. The real amount spent on digging the canal wouldn’t even be one percent of that. With such a profitable deal, Qian Yongfu wouldn’t compromise for anything.
"Uncle, don’t be angry. I’ll discuss this matter with the village committee again." The so-called village committee was just a few idle elderly villagers.
"There’s no need for discussion. Zhu Zi’s father and Mrs. Yadan have agreed. Tomorrow morning, while it’s still cool, I’ll have Duoduo co back and find soone to dig an entrance at White Dragon Pond. Anyway, we are just digging a canal on our side; the people from Miao Village won’t even know about it," Secretary Qian flicked off a few ashes from his cigarette, deciding the matter.
The village chief lay in bed without closing his eyes all night, and as soon as dawn broke, he sat up and rushed to knock on the Zhu Family’s door after pacing around the room.
Afraid that the old man had gone to the mountains at this ti, the village chief delayed for a while inside the house. After knocking a few tis, he heard Xiao Xian answer the door.
"Uncle Jin, are you looking for my grandfather?" Xiao Xian had stopped following Zhu Shijun to the mountains for exercise after starting school, and was getting ready for breakfast. Seeing that Xiao Xian was the one answering the door, the village chief had no other choice and, after a greeting, decided to go up the mountain to find Zhu Shijun.
Just as he reached the entrance of the village, he saw Qian Duoduo parked at the entrance with his car, with several rough-looking construction workers sitting in the back seat. It turned out that Secretary Qian had called the village broadcast station the night before without informing the village chief and had notified his son to co back early the next morning. By the ti the canal was dug, the people of Miao Village could only watch helplessly.
Qian Duoduo had returned ho the day before and went to the police station to inquire, learning that the skunk gang had been taken to Guiyang for interrogation. Fortunately, Skunk had so loyalty and didn’t rat out Qian Duoduo, who had just got involved in the ss.
The old policeman at the station stretched out a finger, saying that for the cris they committed, they would be sentenced to at least ten years. The old policeman did not forget to add, "You’re lucky; if it was right after the liberation, stealing a sheep would cost more than this. As a person, you must never get involved in cris."
Speaking of Qian Duoduo, he had the heart of a thief but not the courage. Yet, when he thought of that ten thousand yuan, he couldn’t help but feel the pain. Hearing about such a profitable new venture from his father, there was no question that he would drive out at four in the morning the next day.
"Duoduo, why are you back so early?" The village chief sounded sowhat unsure of himself.
"Isn’t there sothing going on in the village? Village Chief, you know I’m warm-hearted. Anything that concerns the village is dear to my heart. You’re just worried that things won’t go well, right? Don’t worry, I’ve even thought of the place for the canal. Co on, let’s go have a look together." Qian Duoduo took the arm of the village chief, and calling the n behind him, they headed up the mountain.
The rising sun was obscured by heavy clouds, with the sky turning the golden-red color that foretells a storm.
The leaves were waiting for enough autumn sunshine to toast them into yellow, and Zhu Shijun had just started practicing Tai Chi. His dark hair and steady footsteps moved in the morning light, looking even more spirited.
Along the mountain path, the peaceful morning was shattered by the noise of Qian Duoduo and his son, along with the workers. Zhu Shijun had to stop his movents, "Why have they co?" He was puzzled; people like Secretary Qian usually wouldn’t be seen until the sun was high in the sky.
"Right here, asure with a ruler and dig a channel leading down the mountain. This spot is the best," Qian Duoduo pointed out an area, glancing at Zhu Shijun without a greeting.
Zhu Shijun saw the construction equipnt and the area Qian Duoduo had marked out, which almost entirely included his usual exercise spot, and felt very dissatisfied. Indeed, this land was good. To use feng shui terms, it faced the sunny side of the mountain and backed the shadow side, with a breeze bringing auspicious purple qi and clouds indicating fortunate tidings.
The whole shape of White Dragon Pond was like a coiled sleeping dragon, and now Qian Duoduo and the others were planning to dig at the position of the dragon’s mouth.
Every strike from the construction team caused ripples on the surface of White Dragon Pond. (To be continued. If you like this work, please go to Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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