People are focused on immediate interests, and choose to turn a blind eye to the great dangers hidden behind these interests.

Zhuo Yan raised his thin eyebrows, "Do you really think that the ditch is useless?" Do you know why only the ditch is overgrown with alfalfa? ”

The villagers calmed down, everyone look at me, I look at you, they can't answer Zhuo Yan's question, they really don't know why there is only alfalfa in the ditch.

"The ditch is different from other places, three hundred years ago, it was originally the official road selected by the imperial court, when the road was built, the grass of the ditch was dug up, but the heavy rain in the autumn of that year, the soil on the mountains on both sides of the ditch slipped down, and a passing man was buried at that time!"

Zhuo Yan talked eloquently, she had read the book, and she knew the history of the fine willow camp best, "The magistrate who presided over this area at that time was punished by the imperial court because of this matter, in order to make up for the merits, he bought the best grass seeds, and let the people of the fine willow camp plant them for three years in a row, and the grass grew in the ditch after three years!" ”

The villagers were stunned, they originally thought that the alfalfa in the ditch was the same as the grass in other places, it was a gift from God, a snack for cattle and sheep, but they didn't think that there was such a history.

An old man surnamed Niu opened his mouth in a trembling voice, "Zhuo Yan, according to what you say, the grass in the ditch is left by the ancestors?" ”

"Yes, not only is it left by the ancestors, but the ancestors also have ancestral training, and the descendants of the Xiliu Camp will not be able to touch this piece of grass in the future," Seeing that everyone was going to consciously grave for two cents, Zhuo Yan had no choice but to move out of the ancestors.

The people at the scene looked at each other, unable to digest Zhuo Yan's words for a while, and even Village Chief Zhuo himself was stunned, when did the ancestor say this, why didn't he know?

However, the power of the ancestors is still great, listening to Zhuo Yan say this, the villagers who were still selling the land just now are not so active, everyone is frowning and hesitating, money is a good thing, but you can't not want ancestors because of money, right?

At this time, the leader Xie sent by Xilin Town was the first to react, and he coughed lightly, "Comrade Zhuo Yan, I understand your feelings, but Mu Ke Zhai opened a brick kiln to invigorate the economy, you as a brother village should support Mu Ke Zhai, if the ancestors knew about it, they would definitely support this matter!" ”

Zhuo Yan smiled, his tone was gentle, but his attitude was very firm, "What I want to emphasize today is not whether you can move the soil of the ditch, but what will be the consequences of digging the soil of the ditch?" ”

"Don't think that the grass grows there just to look good, it plays a role in fixing the clay, so that when it rains, the soil on the mountain will not be washed down, and there will be no mudslides, are you willing to repeat the tragedy of 300 years ago for two cents?"

"I don't want to!"

"Mu Kezhai is too lacking in morality, he doesn't dig up the soil of his own village, but comes to dig our soil, what kind of intention is this?"

The villagers love and hate clearly, and immediately figured out the cause and effect of the matter, digging the soil of the fine willow camp and making the people of Mukozhai rich, how can there be such a reason?

Leader Xie frowned, he glanced at Lu Jiangtao, the meaning is very clear, there is only so much I can help you, these guys in the Xiliu Camp don't listen to the greetings, you have to convince them yourself.

Seeing the leader's eyes, Lu Jiangtao was stunned, he knew that if he didn't turn the public opinion around, let alone buy the soil of the Xiliu Camp in the future, it was estimated that he would have to suffer stones from the Xiliu Camp.