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Xiliang Village is still a small village on the outskirts of Qingshan that is about to be demolished.

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

The village head, Wang Laohan, has witnessed with his own eyes that the once lively village has become such a desolate situation.

But still in that sentence, Wang Laohan was not sad at all.

As soon as the resettlement houses are settled, all the villagers can take the huge amount of demolition money that they could not earn in their previous lives, and live in a big house in the city and live a better life.

This kind of good thing, only a fool would refuse.

It's just that the only thing that makes Wang Laohan feel uncomfortable is that as long as the big bulldozer drives into the village and starts to break ground.

The ancestral grave near the village on the west side of the West Liang Mountain will also be moved with it.

Let's be honest.

Wang Laohan wants to move people, not the grave.

I don't know which life has passed down the saying, the ancestral tomb of Xiliang Village is a rare feng shui treasure land for thousands of years, and it is said that the ancestors buried here have also produced emperors in later generations.

It's just that later, the emperor who didn't know which life came out moved the ancestral tomb away, so that Xiliang Village did not become a scenic tourist area of the royal mausoleum.

For this statement, Wang Laohan is very convinced.

Who dares to say that their ancestral graves are not good?

If not, can you wait for the demolition?

Can the children in the village become the second and third generations?

Therefore, Wang Laohan really didn't want to move the ancestral grave.

I made an application early and made a small request to the government to keep the ancestral grave.

Whether this request was agreed or not, Wang Laohan did not know.

He just saw that the resettlement house was about to be built, and when it was time to move out, the government still didn't give a reply, and he was anxious.

Even if it doesn't.

You give us a letter of approval, so that we can die.

It's good that Wang Laohan has been the village chief for decades, and he is still an old party member, and he will not do anything that makes it difficult for the country.

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

Wang Laohan wondered if there were leaders above who disagreed on the matter of the ancestral tomb in Xiliang Village.

Well, there must be a disagreement.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been stuck with an old man in the village for this little thing.

From this point of view, this is because there are leaders above who are willing to make decisions for our farmers and want to keep the ancestral tombs.

That's a good thing.

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

So, Wang Laohan began to find villagers door-to-door, jointly write an application, and then report it to fight for it.

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

But the matter of this joint application is being handled, and Wang Laohan feels that something is wrong.

Why are there always some outsiders running to this village twice in three days?

At first, it was a young man who clearly looked like a native of northern Xinjiang.

When he came, he carried two boxes on his back and asked him Wang Laohan to inquire about Xiliang Mountain.

Such a big mountain was in front of him, and the young man couldn't see it.

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

casually pointed down the road, and watching the young man enter the mountain, Wang Laohan felt that something was wrong.

It's not that we discriminate against regions or anything, the main thing is that the young man looks ghostly, and he doesn't look like a good person no matter how you look at it. Thinking of the saying that there are many thieves in northern Xinjiang, Wang Laohan paid more attention at that time, climbed up the hill and waited to see when the kid would come out.

This is from early morning to late in the evening.

The young man finally came out.

It actually came out of the east of Xiliang Mountain, a large area of barren mountains and forests with no edge in sight.

The east side of Xiliang Mountain is inaccessible, and no one has been there since Wang Laohan was born.

The main reason is that the mountains are complex and the jungle is dense, and no one dares to enter it.

This young man from Northern Xinjiang, okay.

If you are unfamiliar with the place, you can still find your way back after running in the wild forest all day, this is amazing.

It's just that there is only one of the original two boxes on his body?

Seeing the other party leave, Wang Laohan couldn't figure out what he thought.

Suspect that the kid stole someone's valuable objects, and find a place to bury them as treasures.

However, you can't bury it anywhere in the barren mountains, and besides, there is no such thing as burying half of the treasure.

Forget it, no matter.

Anyway, everyone is gone, and he hasn't done anything shady in the village, he, the head of Xiliang Village, who is about to exist in name, is worried about what he is doing.

But the more Wang Laohan didn't want to worry about it, the more things looked for him.

Within two days, another foreigner found him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he asked if he had seen a person from northern Xinjiang come here.

What is the identity of Wang Laohan, that is the village head, who has been doing revolutionary development work for decades, and at this time he can't see the strangeness of things, and he can't live now.

Faced with two guys who obviously didn't look like good people, he shook his head at the time and said that he hadn't seen it.

The two of them didn't say much, they took pictures of the entire Xiliang Village and Xiliang Mountain with their mobile phones, and left.

Wang Laohan was confused.

Didn't they find someone to come, why did they take pictures of the scenery?

For this, I wondered all night.

When the day came, it was early in the morning, and it was still here in the village, and two more people found Wang Laohan.

The people who came this time, Wang Laohan didn't dare to slack off.

He has a work permit, and he is a staff member of a state department from Beijing, the kind who specializes in investigating criminal cases.

After repeatedly confirming that the documents were true, Wang Laohan faced the two small leaders from the capital, and he definitely knew everything and said everything.

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

I also applied to the two small leaders, can you send a message to the Qingshan Municipal Government to let Xiliang Village keep the ancestral grave.

The two little leaders agreed very well.

Wang Laohan was also very happy.

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

Once again, he walked through the village.

Of course, I also saw the new tenants in the rented house in the westernmost part of the village.

This tenant is definitely the person who impresses Wang Laohan.

An old man with two granddaughters, twin granddaughters.

The granddaughter is beautiful, in her twenties, like a fairy who came out of a painting.

The old man is even more powerful, with white hair, white eyebrows and white beard, and he is in good spirits, like an old fairy.

Wang Laohan only felt that standing in front of others, he was a little ashamed of himself, and he didn't dare to say anything, he only knew that this family was living here temporarily.

Anyway, there are more tenants living in Xiliang Village temporarily, and Wang Laohan is not checking the household registration, so he can't care so much.

Besides, he was too busy to keep the ancestral tomb.

There is no time to pay attention to these people.

I finally got the joint application ready, and I hurriedly ran to the city government and submitted it.

Wang Laohan felt that half of this heart had fallen.

Think about it, there are applications from the villagers, and there are two small leaders in the capital to help deliver the words, which is not as difficult as Chengdu.

As a result, the day turned.

The demolition and relocation office in the city took a big notice and pasted it on the wall of the village head Wang Laohan's house.

After Wang Laohan saw what was written on the notice, he almost fainted.

"Notice of the Demolition and Relocation Office of the Nanshan District Government of Qingshan City:

All graves located around Xiliang Mountain will be relocated to the Nanshan District Funeral Home by their families within three days, and the government will allocate special funds to purchase cemeteries and replace them.

After three days, if those who have not been relocated, the Demolition and Relocation Office will arrange special personnel to work with the police department and the funeral department to assist in the relocation.

Thirty days later, the ground for Xiliang Village started.

At that time, if no grave is found, the police will intervene to find the family and dispose of it in accordance with the national unified funeral management regulations.

Violators of the regulations shall be fined up to 5,000 yuan and placed under administrative detention for 15 days.

The villagers of Wangxiliang Village enthusiastically cooperated. ”

Big notice paper, short and clear content.

At the end is the red seal of the District Administration Demolition and Relocation Office.

Seeing this, can Wang Laohan not be annoyed?

He felt that it was the two little leaders from the capital who handed the wrong message to the top.

Otherwise, how could such a result come out.

The ancestral grave that didn't have to be moved, in a blink of an eye, it won't work if you don't move it, who will reason with this.

How the people in the village laughed at Wang Laohan for being "hugging his daughter-in-law on the kang in the dark - blindly busy", this is all secondary.

The point is that the upper authorities have already issued an order to relocate, so let's move quickly.

Each family ran to tell each other, asked the master to count the days, and found monks and Taoists to surpass the ancestors.

A series of preparations for the groundbreaking and relocation of graves have been made.

By the day after the demolition notice came down, the entire Xiliang Village was completely lively.

Thousands of villagers in Xiliang Village gathered in the ancestral tomb on the west side of Xiliang Mountain, and there were many outsiders who rented here to watch the excitement.

After having to accept the reality, Wang Laohan, who had a sad face, threw a handful of yellow paper into the sky, clapped his hands, waved an iron shovel, and was the first to dig his ancestral grave.

How long this cemetery in Xiliang Mountain has existed, no one can say clearly.

In the past, there was no such thing as a cemetery property right.

For generations, the people in the village have buried their ancestors in the demarcated boundary.

It's clear who is from who's house.

Of course, there are also the kind of deserted graves that have not been cleaned for many years, and they are the families of the descendants that have gradually been cut off.

There are even grave heads who don't even have tombstones, and they don't know whose family they belong to, let alone who is buried underneath.

Those graves, the people in the village can't take care of them, and they don't dare to take care of them.

Just wait for three days, and then send someone from above, and then let's talk.

The whole process of moving the grave is noisy, but it doesn't seem to be so messy.

Wang Laohan is old, and he hasn't done much rough work for many years, and he is also in a bad mood. After digging a few times in the soil, he was so tired that he was out of breath, threw the shovel in his hand to his eldest son, ran to the top of the mountain with a cigarette in his mouth, and sulked alone.

The cigarette was halfway through when he turned his head suddenly.

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

Seeing this family, Wang Laohan's eyes were a little confused, he smiled and nodded as a greeting, and hurriedly reached out and took out the crumpled cigarette box, thinking about handing the old man a cigarette.

But halfway through his hand, he paused.

As I said earlier, the old man's white eyebrows, white hair and white beard are similar to the Taishang Laojun in the Journey to the West TV series.

Can such a person casually smoke his five-dollar box of cigarettes?

Thinking of this, Wang Laohan wanted to withdraw his hand.

Who knows, the immortal-like old man on the opposite side actually grabbed a cigarette before he could stop it.

"Brother, thank you. My two granddaughters are strict with me and never let me smoke, but I am depressed. Trouble, borrow another fire. ”

The old man who is like an immortal, when he speaks, is so down-to-earth.

Wang Laohan immediately felt comfortable, and he didn't have much restraint, and while handing over the lighter, he said with a smile: "Brother, you brother, then I am much more comfortable." I'm not afraid of your jokes, look at the temperament of your grandfather and grandson, tsk, tsk, not like ordinary people. I was too embarrassed to speak. Hey, then again, what do you call it? ”

"Haha, brother, you're really lifting people."

The old man like an immortal smiled, bowed his hand slightly to the old man, and said, "The old man's surname is Yang, and he lives in Xichuan.

This is my eldest granddaughter, Yang Feifei.

That's my little granddaughter, Yang Coffin. ”