At the table of the Eight Immortals, sitting on the upper seat were the old man who was nearly eighty years old and the middle-aged and elderly man who was in his sixties. The leader of the village group sits in the west position. In the others, a young man in his 40s sat with the leader of the village group, two middle-aged people, one with a white head and the other bald, and two middle-aged women, one fat and one thin, sat opposite the village leader.

There are also a few who sit near the table of the Eight Immortals.

These people went to the village group leader's house after having dinner at home, and sat for more than three hours.

The village group leader said: "I don't think I need to make any more calls. We all know how much ability those who are developing outside, and they volunteered an extra 500 yuan and really did their best. Calling them again is embarrassing for them. The village committee gave us 50,000 yuan, which was already very face-saving for me. The remaining 100,000 shortfall can only be apportioned to everyone at home. ”

"Fa Hai," the middle-aged and elderly man in his sixties said to the group leader, "It's really impossible to apportionment again." If 100,000 yuan is spread out, it is equivalent to an additional 200 yuan for each person at home, and the average family will add more than 1,000 yuan, and how many families in the village can get this amount of money?"

"yes, yes. Several people chimed in.

"I think it's better for the village to find a way. Said a bald man in his fifties.

"I didn't say it earlier if the village could find a way? The village leader was a little displeased.

"I think I can only move the mountain forest in the back mountain," suggested a middle-aged and elderly man in his sixties. The mountains and forests in the back mountains, not to mention 100,000, 70,000 or 80,000 can still be sold. ”

"This is the collective asset of the village, and it is also the last collective asset of the village. The village group leader said.

"Building a bridge is a big deal. The mountains and forests are sold, and they can be rebuilt. The fifty-year-old white-headed man said.

"As long as everyone agrees, of course I have no opinion. The village group leader said, "But there are only three days left." The deadline given by the Department of Transportation is November 1. ”

"I don't agree!" said the old man, who was nearly eighty years old, suddenly very seriously.

Everyone looked at the old man. The old man is the old head of the village, and he is a highly respected person.

"Brother, isn't it your best wish to see the bridge in the village in your lifetime?" asked the man in his sixties.

"Alas," said the old man who was nearly eighty years old, with a long sigh, "I wish to see the bridge built before I die, but if I sell the mountains and forests behind me, I would rather not build a bridge." ”

"Is the old man worried about the destruction of the feng shui in the village?" asked the thin woman.

"Oh, Yinfeng, what kind of feng shui is it? This mountain forest was built when I was young, how many years has it been? It must have been forty or fifty years, and it affects the drinking water problem of our entire village. The old man's voice trembled, "You don't know, before this mountain forest was created, the well water in the village was bitter, and it turned yellow before it rained, and it couldn't be drunk at all." After this mountain forest becomes a forest, the water will get better and better, and now, who has drunk our well water, not to say that it is sweeter than mineral water? So think about it, can this mountain forest be sold?"

The front of the village group leader's house instantly disappeared, and everyone heard the sound of the village group leader's wife burning noodles in the back room to make supper for everyone.

"What can I do about this?" said the fatter woman, "who are reluctant to pay for the development outside, and our family can't transfer the money." Mountains and forests can't be sold. Isn't this bridge project just looking yellow?"

Sighs came and went.

"I think I'll have to try it with the young chairman. The old man, who was nearly eighty years old, spoke again.

"You mean to find that Cao Zhengxuan, hasn't he been avoiding us all the time?" said a man in his sixties.

"How realistic is it to find him?" said the head of the village group, "They came to build a new countryside for us to make money, not to engage in charity." The repair of the village road has made hundreds of thousands of people go more. ”

For the first time, the young man in his forties said, "This is simply impossible. He fooled our whole village. ”

"I'm very accurate in my opinion. The eighty-year-old man insisted.

"Do you mean he's willing to pay us 100,000 or will he give us 100,000, uncle?" asked a bald middle-aged man in his fifties.

"It's okay to pay 100,000 in advance. If he had known about the situation in our village, he might have given us 100,000 yuan. I'm really accurate in looking at people. ”

More than a dozen people in front of the hall began to talk to each other.

After the discussion subsided, the old man who was nearly eighty years old waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, "Everyone doesn't believe it, do they?" Then I will go to the county tomorrow to find him." Fa Hai, you come with me. You should know the address of his company, right?"

"I naturally know the address of his company, but it's just ...... Is it realistic to ask someone for 100,000 yuan for no reason?" the village group leader was still very confused.

The old man, who was nearly 80 years old, said: "Anyway, I don't need you to show up, what are you embarrassed about? The county has changed a lot, and I'm too old to know the way. ”

"Uncle, since you are so insistent, then I will take you tomorrow. The village leader made up his mind.

"Fa Hai, I'm really accurate in looking at people. "The old man was again prescient.

……

When the sun rose again, the village leader took the old man who was nearly eighty years old and set out on the road to the county seat.

The two of them did not find Cao Zhengxuan in Hua'an Construction Company, so they ran to Yangjiang No. 1 Middle School according to the guidance of the company's employees. A few minutes later, two people appeared in the office of the second year of high school.

"Teacher Cao, there are parents looking for you. A teacher in the same office reminded Cao Zhengxuan, who was reviewing the essay.

Cao Zhengxuan looked up at the door of the office, "Village chief?"

After a little hesitation, Cao Zhengxuan got up and walked to the door of the office to greet him, "Isn't this the elder of Hengshandun?"

"It's me, I'm from Hengshandun, Cao Dong has a good memory. The old man said.

"You still call me Cao Dong, isn't this tormenting me? You call me Xiao Cao, or Teacher Cao. Is there something going on?" Cao Zhengxuan warmly welcomed the two of them into the office and found a stool for them to sit down.

"It's true," the old man coughed dryly, "but I need to borrow a place to say it." ”

"Why do you need to borrow a place to say?" Cao Zhengxuan said with a smile, "You can tell me something directly." Do you have grandchildren who transfer to school?"

"What is the matter of studying? The grandson of the old man is older than you. The village group leader interjected.

"What's the matter?" The village group leader and the old man came to the door together, and Cao Zhengxuan's heart was not very transparent. If it was the village group leader, Cao Zhengxuan could immediately think of the matter of building the bridge. It's not like an old man who is nearly 80 years old is looking for himself for the matter of building a bridge, right?

"It's hard to say here. The old man was very embarrassed.

"It's okay," Cao Zhengxuan comforted, "No matter what, just ask, as long as I can do it, I will definitely help you." ”

"Then I'll say it. It's a matter of building a bridge in our village!" said the old man.