Chapter 1871

Xiliang village is still a small village in the suburb of Qingshan which is about to be demolished.

More than half a year has passed since the government issued the demolition notice.

The village head, Mr. Wang, has witnessed with his own eyes that the once bustling village has become such a desolate place.

But he was not sad at all.

As long as the resettlement housing is settled, all villagers can get a huge amount of demolition money that they couldn't earn in their lifetime, live in big houses in the city, and live a better life.

Only a fool would refuse such a good thing.

However, the only thing that makes Wang feel uncomfortable is that as long as the bulldozer comes into the village, it starts to move the ground.

The ancestral tombs near the village to the west of Xiliang mountain will be moved along with them.

To be honest.

Mr. Wang wants to move people, but he doesn't want to move graves.

It is said that the ancestral tomb in Xiliang village is a rare geomantic treasure land in a thousand years. It is said that the ancestors buried here and the descendants of later generations also had emperors.

It was only later that the emperor, who did not know what his life was, moved away the ancestral tombs, which did not make Xiliang village a scenic spot for royal tombs.

Mr. Wang is very convinced of this statement.

Who dares to say their ancestral graves are not good.

If not, can we wait for demolition?

Can the children in the village become the second generation and the third generation.

Therefore, Mr. Wang really didn't want to move his ancestral grave away.

I made an application long ago and asked the government to keep the ancestral graves.

Whether this request has been agreed or not, Wang does not know.

He was worried that the government would not reply to the letter when the resettlement house was about to be built and it was time to move away.

Even if not.

You give a letter, or let us die.

Anyway, Mr. Wang, who has been the village head for decades, is still an old Party member and will not make things difficult for the national construction.

But if you don't say anything, it's too disturbing.

Mr. Wang wondered if there were leaders who disagreed on the matter of ancestral graves in Xiliang village.

Well, there must be disagreement.

Otherwise, he would not be stuck as an old man in the village for such a small matter.

From this point of view, there are leaders who are willing to make decisions for our farmers and want to keep their ancestral graves.

That's a good thing.

We have to find a way to help the leaders share their worries and unify their opinions.

So Mr. Wang began to go door-to-door to find villagers, jointly write an application, and then report it to the higher authorities to fight for it.

This can be regarded as seeking peace for ancestors and stability for future generations.

But the joint application is being handled, and Mr. Wang thinks it's not right.

Why do some people from other places go to this village every two days?

At first, he was a young man who obviously looked like a person from northern Xinjiang.

When he came here, he was carrying two boxes on his back. He asked Old Man Wang about Xiliang mountain.

The young man could not see such a big hill in front of him.

Old man Wang didn't scold on the spot, but he was in a good mood.

As he pointed down the road and watched the young man enter the mountain, Wang felt that something was wrong.

I'm not a regional discrimination or anything. The main reason is that the young man looks like a ghost. He doesn't look like a good man. When we think of the saying that there are many thieves in Northern Xinjiang, Mr. Wang kept an eye on it and climbed up the mountain to wait to see when the boy would come out.

This is from the early morning to the dark.

The young man finally came out.

It came out of the wild mountains and forests on the east side of Xiliang mountain.

There are few people to the east of Xiliang mountain. No one has been there since old man Da Wang was born.

The main reason is that the mountains are complex and the jungle is dense. No one dares to go in.

This young man from northern Xinjiang, OK.

Those who are not familiar with the land of life can still find their way back after a whole day's scurrying in the wild forest. That's how fierce it is.

It's just that there were two boxes on him. Why is there only one left?

Watching each other leave, Wang could not understand what he thought.

I suspect that the boy stole something valuable from someone's house. I'll find a place to bury it as a treasure.

However, you can't bury them anywhere in the barren mountains. Besides, there's no saying that you can bury half of your baby.

Forget it. Forget it.

Anyway, all the people left, and there was no shady business in the village. He, a village head of Xiliang village who was about to die in name, worried about what he was doing.

But the less Wang wanted to worry, the more things went to him.

Two days later, another stranger came here.

He asked if he had ever seen a person from northern Xinjiang come here.What's the status of Mr. Wang? He's the village head. He's been working in the revolutionary development for decades. At this time, we can't see the strange things. He can't live to the present.

Facing two guys who obviously didn't look like good people, he shook his head and said he had never seen them.

They didn't talk much. Holding their mobile phones, they took pictures of the whole Xiliang village and Xiliang mountain and left.

Old man Wang is confused.

They are not looking for people to come, how to take a picture of the scenery ah.

For this reason, I wonder all night.

After a while, it's early in the morning, or at the head of the village, and two more people find Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang is not afraid to neglect those who come this time.

People with work cards are state department staff from Beijing who are specialized in investigating criminal cases.

After repeatedly confirming that the certificates were all true, Mr. Wang said everything to the two leaders from the capital.

What should be said, what should not be said, everything has been said.

I also applied to the two small leaders. Could you please send a message to Qingshan municipal government to let Xiliang village keep its ancestral grave.

The two leaders agreed very well.

Wang is also very happy.

After the little leader left, he was busy with the joint application.

He went all over the village again.

Of course, I also saw a new tenant in the rented house at the west end of the village.

The tenants of this family are absolutely impressive to Mr. Wang.

An old man with two granddaughters, or twin granddaughters.

Granddaughter looks beautiful. She is in her twenties. She looks like a fairy in a painting.

The old man is even more powerful. He has white hair, white eyebrows and white beard. He is hale and hearty, like an old fairy.

Mr. Wang only felt ashamed to stand in front of others. He didn't dare to say anything. He only knew that the family was staying here.

Anyway, there are too many temporary tenants in Xiliang village, and Mr. Wang doesn't check his household registration. He can't manage so many.

Besides, he is too busy to keep his ancestral grave.

There's no time for these people.

After finishing the joint application, he rushed to the municipal government and submitted it.

Mr. Wang felt that his heart was half lost.

If you think about it, there are applications from villagers and two small leaders in the capital to help deliver the message. It's not as difficult as Chengdu.

As a result, turn around the day.

People from the city's demolition office took a big notice and pasted it on the wall of Mr. Wang's house at the head of the village.

When old man Wang saw what was written on the notice, he almost fainted.

"Notice from the demolition office of Nanshan District Government of Qingshan City:

all tombs located around Xiliang mountain shall be relocated to the funeral home of Nanshan District within three days, and the government shall allocate special funds to purchase the cemeteries and replace them.

In three days' time, if there is no relocation, the relocation office will arrange special personnel to assist the relocation together with the police department and funeral department.

Thirty days later, the construction of Xiliang village started.

At that time, if there is no tomb found, the police will intervene to find the family members and deal with them according to the national unified funeral management regulations.

Those who violate the regulations will be fined 5000 yuan and detained for 15 days.

I hope the villagers of Xiliang village will cooperate with me. "

Big notice paper, short and clear content.

At the back is the red seal of the district government demolition office.

Seeing this, can old Wang not be angry?

He felt that it was the two little leaders from the capital who gave the wrong message.

Otherwise, how can such a result come out.

The ancestral tombs that didn't need to be moved in the first place can't be moved in the twinkling of an eye. Who can we talk to.

How the villagers joke that Wang Laohan is "holding his daughter-in-law on the Kang in the dark - working blindly" is secondary.

The key is that the leader has ordered to move, so move quickly.

Every family rushed to tell each other, and asked the master to count the days and find monks and Taoists to surpass the ancestors.

A series of ground breaking and grave removal preparations have been made.

On the second day after the demolition notice came down, the whole Xiliang village was in full swing.

Thousands of villagers of Xiliang village gather at the ancestral tomb on the west side of Xiliang mountain, and there are many outsiders living here to watch.

After he had to accept the reality, Wang threw a handful of yellow paper into the sky, clapped his hands, waved his shovel, and was the first to dig his ancestral grave.

No one can say clearly how long the cemetery in Xiliang mountain has existed.

In the past, there was no saying about cemetery property rights.

For generations, people in the village buried their ancestors in a well drawn boundary.

It's easy to see who belongs to whose family.

Of course, there are those wasteland graves that haven't been cleaned for many years. They are families that have gradually lost their descendants.What's more, the head of the tomb, who doesn't even have a tombstone, doesn't know whose family it belongs to, let alone who is buried under it.

The village people can't and dare not manage those graves.

I'll wait for three days. I'll send someone up to talk about it.

The whole process of moving tombs was noisy, but it didn't seem so chaotic.

Old man Wang is old. He hasn't done much hard work for many years. He is also in a bad mood. After digging a few times, he was so tired that he threw his shovel to his eldest son and ran to the top of the mountain with a cigarette in his mouth. He was sulky all alone.

Half way through the smoke, he turned his head.

I saw an old man, two granddaughters, the fairy family who lived here in the west of the village.

Seeing the family, Wang's eyes were a little confused. He nodded his head with a smile as a greeting. He was busy reaching out for the crumpled cigarette box and wanted to give the old man a cigarette.

But when he reached half way, he stopped.

As I have said earlier, the old man has white eyebrows, white hair and white beard, just like the emperor in the TV play journey to the West.

Can such a person smoke his five yuan box of cigarettes at will.

Thinking of this, Mr. Wang wants to take it back.

Who knows, the fairy like old man across the street snatched a cigarette before he stopped.

"Thanks, brother. My granddaughters are strict with me. They never let me smoke, but I'm depressed. Another light, please

Fairy like old man, what he said was so grounded.

Wang felt comfortable all over and didn't have much formality. He handed the lighter over and said with a smile: "brother, I'm much more comfortable with your voice. I'm not afraid of your jokes. Look at the temperament of your grandfather and grandson. Tut Tut, they are not like ordinary people. I was too embarrassed to talk before. Ah, what do you call it? "

"Ha ha, brother, you are really flattering."

The fairy like old man was laughing. He arched his hand to the king and said, "I'm Yang, and I live in Xichuan.

This is my great granddaughter, Yang Feifei.

That's my little granddaughter, Yang coffin. "