"You're talking more and more now, and you don't give your interviewee a chance to refute at all. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Yang Busi stared at the interview screen on the TV, emphasizing in a didactic tone.

"You know what, some interviews are like a war, overwhelming the other party in momentum, this is called preemptive strike."

Although Yang Busan said this, she seemed to change the stage casually, obviously she herself is not used to being so strong in the image.

"What time are you going back?"

Yang Busi turned around, took back the two legs on the coffee table, and sat cross-legged facing Yang Busan.

"Number 17."

"When I go back, remember to go to the welfare home. Next month is Xiaobao's birthday. ”

"I want you to say it."

"Also, don't get too close to the cement (camera) in your stage, you will be annoyed when you see him."

"Hey, people are recruiting you, don't ask people to carry cement at every turn, the soil is not dirt."

"I said junior child, you have to listen to what junior son says. That kid is not simple, isn't Xiao Si'er afraid that you will suffer. ”

“...... First, take your hands off my head. Second, if you dare to call me a junior again, I will strangle you, believe it or not. ”

Within three seconds, Yang Busi had already put on his shoes and opened the door and was ready to go out.

"I'm going to the countryside and won't come back for dinner in the evening."

"What are you doing there?"

"Go find some material for the beautiful little lady's ghost story."

Yang Busan pursed his lips and did not pick up.

After Yang Busi left, Yang Busan was bored on the sofa alone.

turned the TV to the previous channel, curled up on the sofa, and broadcast the interview picture of Yang Busi's too powerful interview more than a dozen times over and over again.

"It's so powerful, it's just a little faster to speak."

Xiyang Bus Station, Xiyang to Changji, along the way through Xinxiang and other more than a dozen towns on the bus, Yang Busi sat in the back position and fell asleep.

More than half an hour later, the minibus stopped, Yang Busi glanced at the time, packed up his things and got off the bus, and was obviously stunned after getting off the bus.

"Yo, village chief, you're not waiting for me, are you?"

"But isn't it, if you don't come again, we won't be able to live this blind date." The village chief complained.

"Don't scare me, don't you just break the house, after all, the house belongs to the government, you can demolish it if you want, why do you have to involve us people."

"Eh, I said Xiao Yang, it's unreasonable for you to say that, your grandmother has led you to live here for so many years, after all, you are half of the village. Now the village is engaged in demolition and construction, and the house is not demolished, and the demolition money from our blind date cannot be landed until now. Why can't the house be demolished until now, I still need to tell you about it. Back then, according to the meaning of our side, we burned it directly with a fire, and it was a hundred. It was your grandmother who stopped us from moving this house. You were thirteen or fourteen years old at the time, so you should have remembered it. ”

"Okay, village chief, I didn't say I didn't care, didn't I just come back. You know better than me what's going on in that house, if it weren't for my grandmother guarding here for so many years, the village would have been so peaceful all these years? Let's take a step back and discuss something, how nice. ”

"......"

"Okay, let's talk as we go, you let me take responsibility, and you have to let me understand the situation first, right?"

Yang Busi didn't wait for the village chief and a few people to reply, and walked in front of a few people by himself.

On the way, the village chief briefly introduced the ins and outs of the matter to Yang Busi.

Xinxiang belongs to a collective village on the very edge of Xiyang County, and a place like Xinxiang has nothing to do with things like demolition compensation according to common sense.

About half a year ago, a group of businessmen came to the province, saying that there was a mine underground in Xinxiang, and it was a very huge bonanza.

The businessman wants to open a mine in Xinxiang, and all the villagers will move out, and after signing the contract, they will pay each household a very considerable amount of compensation for the demolition.

It stands to reason that even so, the matter has nothing to do with Yang Busi.

There is indeed a problem with the old house, and it will not be easy to move for a while. Yang Busi learned this when he was very young, and he almost lost his life.

But since it is a mine, most of the houses in the village have been razed to the ground, do you still care about the only old house left? It's not about choosing a dragon's eye, the house is pressed on the faucet, and it's just a mine.

But the strange thing is here, the businessmen from the city are concerned about this old mansion, the old mansion is not demolished, and the businessmen will never pay for it.

The villagers' original houses will have been demolished long ago, and everyone rents a house outside, and those who have some ability will find a place to eat and live in the county seat to work part-time.

So it's no wonder that the village chief and Yang Busi are in a hurry.

"So if they want to demolish it, why don't they demolish it themselves, and no one will stop them."

"Look at it, you said this again, you don't know what's going on with that house, they don't demolish it, they have been demolished once, and they are all scared, and I heard that they almost killed people."

"Hmph." "Village Chief, do you really believe that those people are businessmen who are engaged in mining?"

"Hey, don't you know our place, the water and soil are not prosperous, and the people in the village are poor. Now that I finally have a way out, how can I, as a village official, stop me. Each has its own difficulties, we don't care what those people are doing, there have been a lot of things stealing chickens and dogs these years, and now the important thing is that we quickly demolish the house for others, and when the villagers get the money, my village officials have not worked in vain over the years. ”

"Each has its own difficulties", Yang Busi understands this.

There are one to six groups in Xinxiang, and usually collective villages like Xinxiang are very close to each other, and several small villages form a large village.

But Xinxiang is an exception, the groups are far apart, and the place where Yang Busi and them are located happens to be wrapped in a big mountain.

It has been open to traffic for many years, but the existence of the three groups in Xinxiang is still embarrassing, coming in from the outside, and you have to walk at least dozens of miles to really see the village after getting off the bus.

The village chief said that the villagers were poor and afraid, and indeed, it was hell that such a closed place was not poor.

After walking for about two hours, Yang Busi looked at the old mansion in front of him.

The old mansion stood alone in the deep forest, with a radius of thousands of meters in ruins, and the original, all of them, were now broken bricks and tiles around the old house.

In the past, although this place was closed, at least there were some fireworks, but now the scene is a little weird.

Yang Busi has certain psychological problems with the house itself, Yang Busi stared at the old house, and the more he looked at it, the more awkward he felt.

The house is already very dilapidated, but the building area is very large, with blue tiles and white walls, and cornices arch walls, which belong to the architectural style of the late Qing period.

It stands to reason that this house can be regarded as a cultural relic.

But when you can't eat enough, who is still in the mood to care about things like cultural relics and things.