As soon as the police left during the day, the officialdom dignitaries came again in the evening, and it was mighty, like a march and a war, and the good show in this village would of course become more and more exciting and lively.

Okay, the yin is too lonely and lonely, it's really good to come to the yang world to see more excitement.

The poor ghost was in the air, and when he saw that there was a lively scene to see, he was secretly happy in his heart, dancing with his hands, and turned back sharply, dispelling the idea of going to see the intestine devil immediately.

What are you anxious about? Are you afraid that the gut-pumping ghost won't pay you?

Afraid, just because you don't have the strength, the strength is in your body, and the fear will only be others.

When you are in the sun, if you don't get paid for a day, the poor ghost will lose sleep all night, and if you can't get paid for a few days, the poor ghost will stand on your feet.

At that time, the poor ghost was too poor, and his life was always in a situation of burning eyebrows, and he had no confidence in anyone, and he couldn't beat others, and he couldn't talk about righteousness and reasoning.

Now, when we come to the underworld, why do we have to live so badly? People will starve to death, but ghosts will not starve to death, at most they will starve to the point that their strength will be greatly reduced, and then the ghosts will cry and howl wolves.

Besides, the intestines of the gut-pumping ghost were made out of ninety-nine eighty-one holes by a trick "evil ghost scattering sand", eighty were cured, and there was still one key one left - the fatal one is not in a hurry, and the one who wants money is in a hurry?

The poor ghost figured out the key question, and was full of joy, and scratched his scalp three times in a row.

What could be more fun than a notorious boss and foreman, at the mercy of an obscure lonely ghost?

"Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat, brother, I will go ashore, love and love, fall into the ditch together......" The poor ghost suddenly roared out an old song heard in the sun, and the yin wind turned, and drifted back to Yanhuang Village, where he learned the name of the village from the villagers.

In Yanhuang Village, more than 50 meters away from the scorching mahjong hall, there is a wide meadow, with two crude basketball hoops nailed with nails and wooden boards, which are considered basketball court parts, and the rest of the barren parts overgrown with weeds, and there are two open spaces the size of basketball courts.

The people in the village will never waste land, but for the growth of children and for adults to have a happy land where they can relax their spirits, they do not hesitate to set aside a large open space, allowing people to sit and chat, let people roll and lazar, and let people turn over and fight dragonflies, which does not belong to any private person, but belongs to everyone.

Many vehicles from the county town slowly entered the village, and then stopped in this open space in an orderly manner.

Properly stopped, in one of the police cars with a loud horn, a stern-sounding official arranged:

"Listen to the villagers, please bring your household registration book and ID card, and come to the basketball court immediately to gather......

The voice was repeated repeatedly, and the police, doctors, and officials of the county party committee and county government in the car got out of the car one after another.

The policemen led 278 police dogs and stood aside, the police dogs sat on their tails, their eyes blazing, just waiting for orders, and the policemen looked like they were ready to be on standby.

Doctors, more than a dozen doctors, all plain white, carrying a medicine box printed with the word "ten", also looked serious, waiting for the leader's order.

A dozen or so pretentious officials, as if the earth would no longer turn without them, got out of the car with a big grin, or patted their bare heads, or pressed their fat bellies, or habitually coughed dryly, and stood in a higher position conducive to giving orders.

The poor ghost floated silently into a limousine, sat down in the seat where an official had sit, shook his head, pressed the horn of the car that had turned off the ceasefire, and muttered in confusion:

"I hadn't seen such a bustle when I was alive, but this is an eye-opener. What the hell are these guys trying to do? Is this treating the villagers? I think it's like treating the most vicious big villains! Oh, yes, that's how those little Japanese devils in the movie treat the Chinese people!"

When the villagers heard the announcement, they seemed to have made an agreement and rushed to the basketball court together, their steps chaotic, but all men, women, and children, with their faces full of resentment and dissatisfaction, shook in their hands such instruments as sickles, kitchen knives, axes, hoes, and shovels that could be used as weapons.

This is not a good sign, is it going to riot?

"Well, these villagers are not obedient sheep, there is!" The poor ghost became excited, and he looked and looked, and it seemed that he could not see a villager who had been familiar with him in the Yang world. "Well, this doesn't seem to be my hometown from my previous life!" he felt a little lost, but also relieved. "Do whatever you want......"

Seeing the villagers getting closer and closer and stronger, the leaders from the county became more and more ugly and their expressions became more and more serious.

The policemen, after a shout of the officer's hand, all removed the guns hanging from their right shoulders in unison, and prepared for battle.

"Don't mess around, we are here to serve the people and work for the welfare of the people, you have to believe us!" A leader who was fat and short and had a bald head on the front half of his head signaled to the police not to point his guns at the crowd, and then spoke loudly, "There is a special incident here, a mysterious virus has invaded the villagers - we are here to help everyone, we want to give everyone medical examination and treatment, I hope everyone will not have misunderstandings and can actively cooperate." ”

These words had a somewhat soothing effect, and the five hundred or so villagers, sparsely gathered on the court and the grass, their expressions did not change, but the hands holding the instruments lowered a little.

"It's a virus invasion again, I'm used to farting!" The poor ghost Mao Changsheng angrily honked the horn in the limousine, and the horn made a screeching sound, which attracted a lot of attention.

The semi-bald leader glanced at the car fiercely, wanting to reprimand the untimely "driver", but he didn't see anything, he was stunned for a moment, and said nervously: "Fellow villagers, please put down the tools in your hands, get in the car and go to the county hospital with us for a physical examination, strange things frequently happen in this village, all of them are caused by the invasion of mysterious viruses, and they can't be delayed any longer!"

The villagers looked panicked and looked at each other - no one honked the car horn, which was really incredible, but they didn't want to listen to the words of the county leaders, and they were at a loss for a while.

At this moment, the roar of a motorcycle came at a high speed, and then came suddenly, and with the cheers of the people, Gu Tian, the five-year-old village chief, squeezed into the crowd and walked out of the crowd, appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and said proudly: "We are not sick, and we don't need to go to the county seat for a physical examination!" Everyone, listen up, these officials keep saying that they are good for us, but in fact they want to get us away, so that they can occupy more than 5,000 acres of land in our village, and then build a resort ......."

The villagers immediately responded with a huge protest:

"Yes, we are not sick and do not need a medical examination!"

"We will defend our village and never leave!"

"What kind of virus invasion? This is clearly a conspiracy of government officials - they sent a team to the village twice to mobilize us to relocate, but they were all taken away, and today they will be renovated!"

"Soft and hard, that's the government's specialty, you must not trust them - they keep saying that they are good for us, but they want to keep us away from the land and villages where our ancestors have lived for generations, what is the reason?"

"For you, it's just for a project, for a little bit of political achievement, so that you can get promoted and get rich, but for us, it means being displaced and losing your roots. ”

"We are born with a cheap life, we can only depend on the field, please let us go - we were born here, grew up here, and we can't do without the land!"

......

The villagers were furious, and the protests shook the mountains, and the instruments in their hands were held high and waved.

The half-bald leader, the county magistrate, Wan Yitong, turned his face blue, and looked at Fan Tianming, the director of the Public Security Bureau, a man in his fifties with a wide face and a big face, and the director understood, pulled out his pistol and shot it into the sky with a "bang".

The sound of gunfire spread far away, and the audience suddenly fell silent for a moment.