The little fat of the sorrowful is still so fat, but it is no longer so sorrowful.

In the past six months, for some reason, Ding Shan has grown three centimeters taller. Although the gap from 1.7 meters to 1.73 meters is only the difference between the old lady's visual inspection, even Director Ding didn't find anything. For example, a girl who is 1.6 meters today can be 1.7 meters tomorrow.

However, Ding Shan firmly believes that one hundred and eighty catties are evenly distributed on one meter seven three and one meter seven, the difference is huge, and the figure is clearly slender and fit.

And there is a factual basis, when my friends saw me in the past, they all called me fat, and now they all call me fat!

Director Ding, who is insightful in the world, pouted, more than 300,000 yuan, and threw it to Quan Tunzi for nothing, so they all called you brother. If you throw it to a person, he will call you all right!

Ding Shan scratched his head, or his father was smart! Otherwise, I would like to throw another 300,000 yuan to one person?

Lao Tzu stoned you to death, you loser!" Director Ding blew his beard and glared.

The old lady over there is no longer doing it, you can move him to try? I'm fat and I'm a loser, am I fat and ruining your family? That's all my fat own code words to earn, writing a short paragraph is enough for you to buy a bottle of good wine! Do you leave me fat a house or a land?

Director Ding disdained to give women general knowledge, and muttered that he squatted down to smoke, why didn't he stay, there are also houses and land!

The old lady suppressed her father, turned her head to clean up Ding Shan, you are fat, no matter how capable you are to make money, you can't lose like this, you have to keep the money to marry your daughter-in-law.

Mother, do you have to spend money to marry a daughter-in-law? Ding Shan's sass, just the old lady looks at her fat and handsome, right......

"Fat brother, fat brother!"

At this moment, a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl ran into the yard panting, and after shouting, the fat brother saw the old couple, and quickly folded her hands and hugged her abdomen, and smiled shyly, "Uncle and aunt are here?

The old lady sighed, maybe I'm not bragging. Fat girl, white and clean, eyebrows and eyes are not bad, she looks like a good child, and she shouldn't be hungry for a baby. It's a pity that there is less culture, and I just graduated from junior high school, and I am a college student.

"Shufen, who is looking for me?" With an outsider there, Ding Mancang was much more solemn, and the dry smoking gun slammed on the ground and stood up slowly.

Without Shufen answering, she saw three young people enter the courtyard. Gray suit and white leather shoes at the collar. Two black suits and black leather shoes on the back. They all wore glasses, with rimless glasses at the lead and sunglasses at the back.

Isn't it hot in this big summer?

Oh, there's a big car parked outside the courtyard gate, and there is a luggage rack on the roof, so there should be air conditioning in the car. What's so great about the air conditioner, I have two in my house, and I can drain it out, it's booming.

"The three of you are ......," Ding Mancang asked cautiously. Outsiders enter the tunzi, except for whose relatives come, they are often big people, not to mention dressed like this.

"You are the village director, I have a notice here, you can take it to the broadcast, gather the whole village, and have good things for the villagers! You have done this well, and you will also have your benefits!" The gray suit who walked in front looked at Ding Mancang condescendingly, and handed over a page of documents stamped with a red seal.

Ding Mancang took the document with both hands, turned it around, first looked at the red head and then looked at the payment, "Isn't it a document from the town government?"

"The town government is a hammer!" the gray suit looked at the main peak of the Tibetan horse with contempt. The main peak has a boulder standing up to the sky, and the boulder is written with three blood-red characters of "Tibetan Horse Mountain".

"Who are you?" Ding Shan walked over with a frown, and took the document from Ding Mancang's hand, "Demolition notice?"

"Lucheng Investment Group expropriated this small mountain village, including villages and cultivated land. The compensation for the demolition will be higher, and you will be allowed to move out within seven days. The gray suit dusted off his cuffs, and he went about his routine without dust.

"This is my home, where am I going, it's still seven days?!" Ding Shan only felt that a wave of anger jumped from the dantian to his brain.

"That's your business. The gray suit stared at Ding Shan.

"What if I don't move?" Ding Shan puffed up his trembling chest.

When Yu Le dealt with the demolition and relocation of Leishi Village earlier, Ding Shan had heard it so much, and he also knew that Brother Le's opinions on the various tuns in the mountain could not deprive the mountain people of the right to live in Zangma Mountain forever, even if the mountain people could not see so far.

The key is that when he thinks of Brother Le, Ding Shan has the bottom in his heart.

However, Ding Shan wanted to solve the problem himself.

How can I say that my brother is also a person who earns more than one million a year, and he will help the world at the same time!

"Lucheng investment is not something you can afford to provoke! You said that if you don't move, you won't move?" The gray suit smiled and groaned, looking at Ding Shan was a joke, "Do you know which level of approval is required for land acquisition, the provincial government!"

"What about the documents of the provincial government?" Ding Shan sneered.

"Brother is not afraid to tell you, the documents are still going through the process. The gray suit wiped his face with a napkin and threw it on the ground, "But it's only been three or five days." Brother teach you to be obedient first, in the territory of Ludong, there is nothing that Lucheng Group can't do!"

"If you want to requisition my land, you have to sign and agree, right?" Ding Shan's anger slowly collected into his stomach, and he must control his anger.

After the confirmation of rural land rights, land acquisition has nothing to do with the village collective, and is basically regarded as a de facto private ownership of the farm. However, land acquisition is usually organized through the village collective, mainly for convenience, and of course, when the village leaders get their hands on it, they can also settle a little bit of soup.

The village director, Ding Mancang, opened his mouth, but finally did not speak.

It's a little strange to look at my son.

It's not a stranger, it's the son who has suddenly grown up!

Over there, Ding Shufen also stared at Ding Shan, with little stars in her eyes. Fat brother, if you want to move, I'll move with you. Fat brother, you don't want to move, I also want to live in the mountains......

Looking back at her mother-in-law, she looked a little nervous, and Ding Shufen took the initiative to lean over and grab her mother-in-law's hand.

"If you don't sign it, someone else will sign it! Young man, you don't want to give money, you don't want to give face, you have to ruin your family, and you will lose a fire in the middle of the night. The gray suit was too lazy to take care of Ding Shan, and deliberately looked at the four new tiled houses.

"Outsiders come to the mountains to spread wild, you are not Shi Lezhi!" Ding Shan scoffed.

No fear of outsiders, this is a tradition in the mountains, no matter who he is, the old and young masters will fight out first, and then say, the shovel and pickaxe can be vigorously greeted!

Last time, when Zhang Shanshan and Bai Fuyun secretly visited the gutter oil, there was such a scene ahead. In the end, Ding Mancang was forced to come forward to oppose it, resulting in a situation where it was impossible to unify with the outside world, but it was an abnormal situation.

But maybe someone will sign with the money, right?

For the neighbors of Bentunzi, Ding Shan didn't come up with any way for a while, so he subconsciously bit his lip.

If it was Brother Le in person, what would he do?

Do you want to inform Brother Le first?

There were two villains fighting in Ding Shan's head, and one villain killed the other......

Gray suits came prepared, and off-road vehicles came not one, but two.

The roof of the car is equipped with a loudspeaker, which can still gather people.

Hearing the sound, the mountain people were dumbfounded to find that there were four large boxes on the roof cover, and the boxes were full of 100 yuan bills!

Of course, the black suits of five or six tall horses were also eye-catching, but the mountain people didn't care.

The house title certificate was brought and 2,000 yuan per square meter. The certificate of confirmation of cultivated land rights was given, and 30,000 yuan per mu was given.

It is written clearly in black and white.

The gray suit also held a microphone and preached, "This is the price today! The price is reduced every day! From tomorrow onwards, every day that passes, the house will be reduced by 100, and the cultivated land will be reduced by 1,000! After this village, there will be no more shops! The three families will come together and the house will be added by 100! The cultivated land will be added by 1,000! The first person to sign will be given 300 yuan for the house! The cultivated land will be increased by 3,000! The money will be given on the spot!"

The crowd roared.

The situation of each family is similar, four houses of sixty or seventy square meters, and more than one acre of mountainous land per capita.

In this way, a family of three seems to be able to get two or three hundred thousand?

That's 300,000 yuan, after the gutter oil workshop is shut down, whose annual income can be tens of thousands?

Can a person live for 30 years?

At this time, the loudspeaker in the tunzi sounded, and Ding Shan's voice came out, "Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law! Don't be fooled! Zangma Mountain is our ancestral land, and the life of the big guys is getting better day by day! After leaving the cliff tun, where can we go to settle down!"

There are also those who have figured out where to settle down.

An old man with a goatee came out from behind the crowd and said, "I'll sign! I'll sign! I'm the first, right? I have four rooms, five acres and a half of land!"

The old man with the goatee is called Ding Mangu, and he is the same generation as Ding Mancang. In fact, the cliffs are all surnamed Ding, and they came from the same ancestor five hundred years ago. But generally speaking, if you come out of five suits, you are not considered a relative.

Ding Mangu had no sons, and both daughters married into the village under the mountain. In the past, he was a semi-extinct household. After his wife died, Ding Mancang ate alone and the whole family was not hungry. However, he didn't eat much, mainly by drinking, and he was drunk all day long.

He also went to live in two daughters' houses for a period of time, first not treated by the eldest son-in-law, and then not treated by the younger son-in-law.

Comfort is comfort, but the four houses are about to collapse, and of course there are not many crops growing in the fields. If the two daughters don't send some money and food back, Ding Mancang can starve himself to death.

Who would have thought that such a good thing would fall from the sky?

Without a son, to whom will the house be left and to whom will the land be left?

Ding Mancang fulfilled his wish and implemented the treatment of the first signing, tremblingly holding more than 300,000 yuan, and the boss also presented a black garbage bag.

He didn't go home either, he went down the mountain directly with a garbage bag and a trail, anyway, what was valuable at home was the pile of wine bottles......

Someone takes the lead, someone follows.

Soon, five or six more households will hand over the certificate and sign to receive the money and leave, and the family will be surrounded by walls, will it take a week to move?

No matter who it is, one counts as one, and I have never seen so much money!

There are more and more people gathering on the street, and many of them are all families who go out to make a piled up, and the noise is big and small.

The gray suit over there was still shouting for a long time, "Today's price is this, and there will be no more shops in this village after this village!"

Five or six black suits also completely relaxed, took a beer and squatted in the shade to drink, their sleeves rolled up, and there were green dragons and white tigers on their arms, but fortunately, they didn't sweat much.

"Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law, our tunzi is an ancestral land, or a treasure land of feng shui! Living here, you can live a long life! In winter, all the big guys plant fruit trees, and I will be responsible for the sales, and I guarantee that everyone will live a good life!" Ding Shan shouted from the loudspeaker.

The big horn suppressed the small horn, but it didn't necessarily speak to the hearts of the villagers.

Can you make money by planting fruit trees? It's not like I didn't plant them in the early years!

Can you live here and live a long life?

"Don't listen to his nonsense, the whole village has been demolished, and his family will not have a village director, right?" the gray suit grinned and sat on the seat of the car that opened the door, "I said, do you want to get together with the three of you to sign together?"

The mountain people who were just about to sign really brightened up, and turned around and pulled over the hesitant brother-in-law. The brother-in-law gritted his teeth and brought in another big brother.

Seeing it, more than 20 households were signed, and all of them were signed together with three families on the spot. Can you get 10,000 yuan less, do you think the people in the city are stupid?

Whether the people in the city are stupid or not has not yet been known, and there are already mountain people who look at Ding Shan's unkind face. You're rich, but you can't stop others from getting rich, right?

"Fat brother, my father also wanted to sign, but I blocked him. You said that our days in Tunzi will really get better, right?" Erhu came over with seven or eight friends and greeted Ding Shan, who ran out of the house.

"Sure!" Ding Shan sweated and his eyes were on fire.

"Then should we copy his stall?" Erhu really had a bottom in his heart, and he spoke viciously.

Ding Shan, who repaired bridges and paved roads, actually had some prestige, and the little brothers were willing to ask him for an idea, at least the fat brother had confirmed that he had the ability to make money, and the brothers also ate and drank with him.

Ding Mancang also gathered more than a dozen half-old men around him, muttering something, obviously not agreeing.

The streets are full of people, and most of the heads of the houses look anxious and hesitant, and the idea of leaving the ancestral land of the family within seven days is not so easy to take.

The head of the family's idea is not easy to take, and Ding Shan's idea is even more difficult to take.

If Brother Le was in person, what would he do?

No matter how Brother Le decides, the only thing Ding Shan can be sure of is that Brother Le must be light and calm, looking at the southern flying geese.

Ding Shan's lips trembled, and he finally shook his head, he should have copied it a long time ago, and now he has lost his fighter.

At this time, if the force is forcibly used externally, there may be chaos inside, and even prompt the neighbors to hand over the certificate and sign to get the money, who dares to stop people from getting rich?

"Do you still have a signature? I will close the stall without me!" The gray suit was clearly looking at Ding Shan's joke, "If you don't make a decision, go home and discuss it with your wife, and I'll come back tomorrow!"

Sure enough, five more were signed, and the gray suit was really closed.

There are more than 100 households in Cliff Tun, and the rough number is less than one-third, but it is only two hours, the ancestral land of five hundred years of inheritance!

Seeing the two off-road vehicles roaring away, and a few yellow dogs following and barking as they ran, it was like seeing them off, Ding Shan's lips were bleeding.

In fact, my heart is also shaken, I am worried and laborious, and the neighbors do not necessarily miss me, what am I for?

So, what is Brother Le for?

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