"Junlin, just because your dad casually issued a certificate, you think these mountains really belong to your family?"

The old village chief didn't give any face and said immediately.

Back then, Deyou was the village chief, and Yougui and his gang were village cadres, deceiving their superiors and doing whatever they wanted.

The fish ponds and mountainous land in the village are contracted by several families every year.

But after so many years of contracting, the village has not seen a penny.

They have been making money with their left hand and right hand, and now they have the nerve to say that the mountains belong to them.

Besides, the contract period has expired long ago.

Jiang Junlin paused holding the cigarette, his eyes rolled around, but he wasn't panicked.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but I remember my family gave money."

"As for why it's not in the account, I'll have to ask you, Uncle Dahe."

"Anyway, all I know is that the mountain where I live was flattened and a greenhouse was built."

"I won't make things difficult for Yunshan's Xiao Che. I can just allocate a piece of land in Huaxi to my family. And Xiao Che must pay me rent."

Jiang Junlin was too lazy to argue anymore and was ready to continue being a rogue to the end.

"Junlin is quite capable. When he failed to get the land, he started blackmailing her, right?"

"There's no way I'm going to give you the land, let alone rent."

The old village chief, Da Zhuang, Jiang Lirong and others were almost laughing out of anger. They really wanted to go crazy.

"Oh, murder! Jiang Dahe murdered someone."

"Why am I so miserable? Deyou, open your eyes and see that our family is being bullied to death by Dahe."

"Jiang Dahe, you bastard, you stole our land, you will die a miserable death..."

As soon as the old village chief finished speaking, old lady Chunlan threw away her walking stick and sat on the ground howling.

The howling sounded ups and downs, just like singing.

Seeing this, the sisters around her also sat down on the ground, rolling around and howling.

The old village chief raised his hand to cover his forehead with a headache. He was still like this.