"Third uncle, more than 10 years ago, the agricultural tax was abolished, and this year urban and rural medical care has also been merged, there is essentially no difference between rural people and urban people, rural people have homesteads and cultivated land for free, this is a special welfare, but also the last guarantee, very valuable, will be more and more valuable. How can we just give up casually if people in the city can't envy it?"

"Xiaopang, if you think it's valuable, don't talk so much nonsense, just according to the price offered by others, how about the third uncle sell it to you first?"

The third uncle interrupted Ding Shan straightforwardly, and at the same time cast a disdainful look, you kid has only eaten dry rice for a few days?

Half an afternoon and half an evening, Ding Shan persuaded from house to house, and his mouth was blistered.

As a result, the feedback I heard was almost the same, and some people patted the real estate certificate and cultivated land certificate on the kang, and you took the money!

There were even neighbors who were still hesitating, but after Ding Shan's persuasion, they made up their minds.

Not to mention the cultivated land, it was not allowed to be sold in the past, so there is no reference price. Housing in Bentun is sometimes transferred, before there is no real estate certificate, the four houses are only a few thousand yuan. After having the real estate certificate, it is only tens of thousands of yuan.

Suddenly, more than 300,000 fell from the sky, what a pile that was!

Ding Shan dragged his two tired fat legs home, feeling desperate.

Obviously sitting on green waters and green mountains, why can't the neighbors create gold and silver mountains with their hard-working hands?

Not to mention the general trend of the country and rural policies, Ding Shan at least pointed out two ready-made ways to get rich for his neighbors. The first is to pick wild fruits, which he buys at the price of the miscellaneous fruit beverage factory and sends them to the mountain in bulk to sell. Ding Shan even decided to buy a pickup truck and go to the beverage factory once a day, which was regarded as a relaxation.

The second is that Ding Shan promised to provide his neighbors with baby goats or rabbits for free, and after they were raised, he would underwrite them at market prices, although he had not yet decided who to sell them to.

The result is a skeptical gaze.

Or maybe there are still people wondering, what kind of bad water is this dead fat man holding, he has collected a lot of wild fruits, and he will sell them at a high price. Raising goats too, do middlemen make the difference?

Even if someone trusts Chubby's character, they don't trust Chubby's IQ.

Ding Shan was so sad that he was dying, yes, what am I trying to do?

This is my father, my fellow countryman.

Rat-eyed, eager for quick success, and at the same time lazy, ignorant, don't want to work hard, just want to live a good life, even if it's arsenic, do you want to eat this pie?

And those two roads to get rich are the successful experiences of Soahutun and even Wawutun and Wolongtun, which Ding Shan witnessed with his own eyes. But why can't the cliffs be promoted, just because of two different mountain roads, or two different mountains?

In the dead of night, Ding Shan and his father sat opposite each other on the kang.

The old lady took the soles of her shoes next to her, looked at the old man, looked at her son, and felt that life was in honey.

"Everyone is afraid of poverty, how can the poor have any heart. Ding Mancang knocked on the dry tobacco pipe.

"Isn't the village collective a little binding?" Ding Shan then remembered that his father was the village director. In any case, my father always supported me, although it happened suddenly, my decision was also sudden, and my father had never discussed similar issues before.

In a sense, can it be regarded as the grandfather and son look down on each other?

It seems that from the time I auctioned the 200,000 manuscript fee, my father recognized my actions?

Even his old man still has the intention of Zen?

"After the big package is done, there will be no collective property, and it will not be able to give people benefits or disadvantages, so who will listen to you? The people's hearts will have long since dispersed!" Ding Mancang has been a village leader all his life, and he has a personal experience of the changes in the rural areas, and of course he also has some simple theoretical understanding, which is nothing more than the economic foundation that determines the superstructure.

Then he babbled back to the eventful years of changing the world and learning to build water conservancy in Dazhai.

Over the years, the sense of existence of the village collective has almost disappeared, and Ding Mancang, the village director, is even more soy sauce, thinking that he was an upright leader at the beginning.

Ding Shan lowered his head and swiped his mobile phone on the side, anyway, Director Ding's red memories don't need an audience, and even when his son frowns and thinks hard, he will lower his voice a little, but his thoughts are not chaotic and his words are smooth.

I still found a lot of information.

The homestead is limited to the internal transfer of the village collective, and the transferee does not have a homestead in his name, and neither party can apply for the homestead again after the transfer. When the homestead is transferred within the village, it shall be agreed by the village collective and a certificate shall be issued, and the town land management office shall handle the transfer procedures.

But these systems can't restrain the real estate group with a lot of money at all, and the gray suit said that the town government is a hammer, and it shouldn't be bragging.

Moreover, Lucheng Investment Group did not buy housing and farmland, but signed a demolition agreement, but first took the real estate certificate and farmland certificate as collateral.

Besides, if the village collective forcibly disagrees, isn't that cutting off people's money?

Cutting off people's financial means is like killing their parents, I'm afraid that before Lucheng Investment Group can do it, the villagers will come over to smash the glass and demolish the house, right?

Brother, this is strong, it seems that no one is human?

Ding Shan fell asleep depressed, and Ding Mancang insisted on telling the story of the past in a low voice......

The next day, the gray suit came again with two off-road vehicles, and more than 30 households were signed out again, and half of the entire cliff tun had been lost.

The remaining sixty or seventy households can be roughly divided into four categories, each of which is about a dozen households. The first category was persuaded by Director Ding. The second group is those who trust Ding Shan. The third category is those who refuse to leave the ancestral land. The fourth category is those who want to move but are ready to ask for a high price.

Of course, there are several families in each type who are quarreling, and whether they move or not depends on the outcome of the quarrel.

On the third day, more than 10 households were signed.

There are less than 50 households left, accounting for less than 40% of the whole tunzi.

This time, there were five off-road vehicles, and more than 20 black suits were divided into four groups and began to visit door to door.

He speaks very kindly, and his eyes are very sharp.

It's nothing more than taking money and leaving, don't be greedy, your arms can't twist your thighs, don't be embarrassed, be careful of the candles, and take the crosswalk when crossing the street......

The mountain people are not afraid of this, some people copy the guy to serve, and the man in black does not face the stiff bar, and leaves the scene without smiling, and then goes to the next house.

Ding Shan called the police, and the police car from Guyang arrived in more than 20 minutes, looked at it in a big way, and pointed to Ding Shan, who came out of the newspaper's house, and reprimanded, "Did you fight, what did you report to the police if you didn't fight? Economic disputes, negotiate well, if the negotiation fails, go to court to sue, don't call the police blindly!"

Police cars and five off-road vehicles left in a row, and a fire broke out in the courtyard of a house east of Tunzi that night.

Fortunately, it was discovered early, and the neighbors were rescued quickly, and it did not cause much loss, but panic was inevitable.

Ding Shan stayed awake all night and took more than a dozen friends to patrol the night.

The next day, three more families rushed to sign the agreement in gray suits, including the one that caught fire.

The gray suit lazily agreed, but it was a matter of words, and there was no negotiation of a daily price reduction. These three families took tens of thousands of dollars less, but they still arranged to move with the money.

Nowadays, in every village under the mountain, there are many people who have gone to the city to make a living, and there are quite a lot of empty houses, which are rented for 35,000 yuan a year.

Besides, who doesn't have a few relatives, so take refuge and settle down slowly.

It's money in your hands!

With more than 300,000 in hand, you can think about doing some small business in the town, and you can grind a tofu and fry a melon seed at the worst.

Even if you don't do anything, if you store it in a credit union, you will have an interest of tens of thousands of yuan every year, right?

Ding Shan's eyes were red and his nose was spewing fire, but he couldn't stop the neighbors from running towards a happy new life.

The friends wanted to smash the off-road vehicle, but they were stopped by Ding Shan.

When they trespass into someone's house, they will follow and beat them up, and don't kill anyone!

The five off-road vehicles were parked in the village for a long time, and the black suits lined up in a straggler formation, making reconnaissance along the streets and alleys, and no longer visited from house to house.

Ding Shan felt that he was controlled by others everywhere, and he was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.

In other words, the other party is really experienced.

So, it's just going to be wasted?

In the afternoon, three more off-road vehicles came, whizzing through the tunzi, frightened chickens and dogs, and then stopped directly on the embankment of the steep cliff reservoir. Five or six big people got out of the car, giggling and pointing at the country.

Then more than ten excavators drove into the tunzi, and the big shovel slapped the earthen house and collapsed.

I'm not wrong. All the people who dug up were people who had already moved away. I haven't moved the money yet, and people are not in a hurry, and it hasn't arrived after giving a week.

Even if only twenty families have been dug up, the good tunzi looks devastated and looks like they are living in ruins.

More than 10 excavators that completed the task were lined up under the embankment, shaped like tank cannons, with a breathtaking power.

Five or six more families hesitantly found gray suits, is it too late to sign an agreement now?

"Uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters-in-law, this is our tunzi! Our ancestors have lived here for 500 years! The tombs of our ancestors for 500 years are watching us from the mountains!" Ding Shan shouted hoarsely from the loudspeaker.

More than a dozen friends closely rallied around Ding Shan, and then, that's all.

"After the demolition and relocation of several villages, such as Shanxia Leishi Village, each family received nearly one million yuan in compensation! In any case, we cannot tolerate outsiders acting as a bully in the tunzi! No matter what we are for, if we want to live in the tunzi or get more compensation, we must also kick out the outsiders!" Ding Shan changed his propaganda strategy.

Of course, Ding Shan knew about the demolition of Leishi Village and Songyuan Village, and at the same time, he also knew that Brother Le had thrown hundreds of millions of dollars out of his own pocket, and this kind of thing was certainly not replicable.

And Ding Shan also knew that the tunzi in the mountain would not be relocated in Brother Le's planning.

More importantly, Ding Shan recognized Brother Le's concept, no one can deprive the mountain people of their right to live in the mountains, whether it is coercion or inducement!

However, after all, no one is willing to pay a million for every family in Cliff Tun.

The situation was urgent, and Ding Shan had no choice but to take power, and suddenly there was a kind of sad urging of the nail household......

The effect is immediate.

Men, women, and children all came out, and they were in their early teens.

When it comes to fighting, the people in the mountains have never been afraid of anyone, but this is on the land of Sohutun!

On the embankment in the distance, five or six young people in high spirits looked down at the movement in the tunzi for a long time, clearly watching the joke.

Twenty or thirty black suits gathered in front of the excavator and confronted more than 100 mountain people, young and old.

Before he could start, he heard the sound of a siren and two seventeen-seater special service vehicles drove into the tunzi. The spies of the two squads quickly got out of the car with various equipment, separating the black suits from the mountain people.

Over there, a police officer in a white shirt came out and summoned the person in charge of the tunzi.

Ding Shan was about to rush up, but was dragged back by Ding Mancang.

Afterwards, Ding Mancang nodded in front of the white-clothed police officer and admitted his mistake.

Before, Ding Shan would only feel that his father was obscene, but now he only feels sad, how did things come to this point?

Brother Le, what should I do?

I obviously want to do something for the folks in Bentunzi, and I'm obviously a person with an annual income of one million?

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

If you want to know how Brother Le does it, of course, you call Brother Le.

All the spirit on Ding Shan's body dissipated, languishing like a deflated ball......

The mountain people have never been afraid of official homes, such as police stations, and even police cars overturned.

But in front of the special services of long guns and short guns and steel fork shields, it is not easy to resist. After all, a few months ago, the same special service car drove up and arrested the three Ding Manchu masters who opened the gutter oil workshop, and after they were arrested, they were never put back, and the thriving gutter oil workshop disappeared overnight.

And this time, there are two!

Do you want to arrest Ding Mancang this time?

"Director Li, get that obscene dead fat man, I have to ask him, who gave him the courage to go against Hong Shao?" suddenly shouted a flower-haired young man on the embankment.

The white-clothed police officer who was reprimanding Ding Mancang stiffened and did not turn to respond.

Who gave him the courage to call out a deputy director?

Hong Shao beside the flower-haired youth...... Didn't make a sound.

The two spies in the back hesitated to step forward, seeing that the white-clothed police officer did not stop it, and finally worked together to catch Ding Shan, although it was quite laborious, but it was still successful.

Erhu and other friends were in a commotion, and they hugged forward with men, women and children.

Ding Mancang stretched out his hand to stop the big guy, and then knelt in front of the white-clothed police officer with a "poof", "Comrade, you want to arrest me, it has nothing to do with my son, I instructed him, he is just a child!"

The white-clothed officer hesitated, turned around silently, and returned to the police car.

"Dad, you get up! I just called Brother Le! Brother Le won't let them go!" Ding Shan, who was sluggish, suddenly burst out of his strength, broke free from the two spies, jumped back, and helped Ding Mancang up.

The two agents looked at each other in wonder, why did this fat man work so hard?

"You guys!" Ding Shan turned around angrily, his fat body trembling, and asked a series of questions, "What are you? Who are they? Why are you under their orders?"

The two agents looked at each other again, and invariably took two steps back, and the agents with various instruments in their hands looked up at the sky.

Ding Shan had already turned back, almost shouting out his throat, "Uncle and aunt, this is our home......"

On the embankment, Hong Yu, who had been giggling with his friends, looked at the crowd under the embankment, frowned imperceptibly, and his smiling face was still relaxed.

Suddenly, a wind blew, Hong Yu rubbed his eyes, and a smile froze on his face, "You...... Who?"

Even subconsciously used honorifics.

ps: Thank you to the "Desert Cavalry Regiment", the first fan of July! Thank you to "*Drifting Snow*Tianya*", the ticket king of July!

ps: This chapter is really difficult to write, and I am still worried in my heart, and I wrote a chapter for several days and changed it many times. Because there is a cloud bureau in front, the cloud bureau is also coming, otherwise I won't write about special services or anything like that, and if I don't write it, the plot won't be round. In the process of revision, the plot has been weakened to the lowest level......