Jiang Shiyue finished eating a piece of watermelon and wiped his mouth. His face was refreshed, but he sighed: "Yes! We must move the ancestor's grave."

She's not doing charity.

In the final analysis, neither Sha Hai nor the village chief really helped her. At best, they did not make things difficult for her.

Jiang Shiyue bought a trunk for their food and daily necessities, which was considered as repaying their kindness.

Those who claim to repay a favor and want to build a building are mostly motivated by commercial value.

Only when the villagers agree to build the house and the government supports it can she proceed.

The local government’s current attitude is definitely to support the construction of new houses in Shajia Village, but they cannot provide either money or land.

As for Shajia Village, the villagers all support the construction of buildings, but they are old-fashioned and unwilling to move their sleeping places.

Perhaps the earliest ancestors of Shajia Village were buried according to Feng Shui, but after so many years, apart from the ancestors of eight generations, what Feng Shui is there for the rest?

To put it bluntly, it means picking up a piece of Feng Shui that your ancestors didn't want and then choosing one with good Feng Shui.

Especially in the past two years, there is only so much collective land in Shajia Village, and all the places that can be used for burial are full. Burying more would be like squeezing into gaps.

Why is there so much emphasis on feng shui?

As the saying goes, when you are well fed and well clothed, you will think about sex. When you are not well fed and well clothed, you are nothing.

Sha Yu is young and can’t hide her feelings on her face, disappointment is clearly written on her face.

She knew very well that her ancestors' graves would never be disturbed.

But as a young person who had trouble sleeping, her thinking was not so pedantic. She muttered, "Life is so hard for the living, why should we care whether the dead are happy or not?"

Jiang Shiyue: “…”

***

Jiang Shiyue was pushed out of the village entrance by the village chief.

"I'm warning you one last time out of your kindness. Don't come to our Shajia Village again!" the village chief warned with a stern face.

Jiang Shiyue was nearly pushed to the point of stumbling. Rubbing her painful arm, she swallowed her anger and shouted to the village chief, "Alright! If you promise me you'll hold another village cadre meeting, I won't come again!"

It's not like she has no temper. She still comes with a smug look on her face even after being rejected again and again.

Although Yingcheng is not big, there cannot be only one Shajia Village.

Of course, after calming down, Jiang Shiyue would sigh and realize that only Shajia Village met the requirements.

Under the premise that land is not allowed to be bought, sold or even leased, there are indeed many restrictions on using demolition to develop real estate.

This is the most uncomfortable time for the silkworm pupa before breaking out of the cocoon. It wants to fly but has no wings, and its body is getting bigger and bigger, so the small cocoon cannot accommodate it.

In the past three or four months, Jiang Shiyue has frequently traveled to Shajia Village.

The villagers all knew her and knew the purpose of her visit.

They all followed behind him and walked towards the village branch.

Jiang Shiyue heard constant discussions coming from behind him.

"Aunt, do you think Shiyue's plan can succeed?"

"What can be done? The fact that she wants to dig up our ancestors' graves alone is enough to make her unacceptable. Anyway, I'll be the first one to disagree." My aunt is eighty-two years old this year. As the old saying goes, at seventy-three or eighty-four, the King of Hell won't call you to go.

She didn't want to have no place to sleep or no place to be buried when she died.

"I think it's great. Think about it, every household can live in a new building. It's not like everyone can have their own room, but at least everyone can have a bed. It's better than the current situation where several people in a family can't even turn over in one room."

"That's right. My children, Gensheng and Miaoye, are both big enough and will soon have to sleep in separate rooms. How can we split them up in such a small space? If we divide them any further, they'll have to share the kitchen and bathroom! I think Miss Jiang's idea is a good one. We're really disappointing them by doing this."

"Why are you so disappointed? Do you think that little girl is really the reincarnation of a bodhisattva? She's so cunning and clever, the kind of person who won't do anything without a profit. How much kindness has our Shajia Village shown her to deserve her to be so shameless as to let us scold her and send her away time and time again, and still come to our door with a smug face? Who knows what evil things she might be up to!"

"That's true. It's just that we took the wrong road..."

“…”

Jiang Shiyue curled her lips when she heard this, thinking: "As expected, the older the ginger, the spicier it is!" She hit the nail on the head.

***

This is Jiang Shiyue's second visit to the village branch office.

The small room was packed.

The village chief reluctantly sat down and knocked on the table, urging: "Xiao Jiang, if you have something to say, please say it quickly! We have to go to work this afternoon!"

The implication is that Jiang Shiyue has no chance.

Jiang Shiyue, who had been rejected many times, didn't care and stopped talking nonsense. She took out a few photos and some glue from her bag, and slapped the photos on the wall.

She wiped the glue off her hands and gestured towards the photos: "Everyone can take a look first. The black and white photos are of our village that I took. The color drawings are of Shajia Village after it is demolished in the future."

Everyone looked at the photo.

They were not unfamiliar with the current photos of the village: crowded, dilapidated and dirty.

Especially the photos taken by Jiang Shiyue from some unknown angle, they all look like wartime refugee camps.

There are also several close-ups of the cemetery.

There are graves of all sizes densely packed in a wasteland, which looks a bit weird and creepy when placed together with the photos of the village.

Someone in the crowd shuddered, "Why is my hair standing on end watching this?"

The person next to him pointed to the colorful hand-drawn rendering and said, "Then look over here."

The rendering shows tall buildings surrounded by beautiful courtyard walls, and pedestrians and children playing on the clean asphalt road.

There are also corridors and benches in the yard for people to rest.

The effect at night is even warmer, with lights on in every household. Some people are eating in the small windows, some are helping their children with their homework, and some couples are playing together.

“This house looks so nice!”

"Yeah! It would be great if we could live in a house like this!"

Someone turned to Jiang Shiyue and asked, "Miss Jiang, according to what you said, after our village is demolished and rebuilt, will it look exactly like this picture?"

Jiang Shiyue nodded. "It's pretty much the same. There might be some differences in the details. I'm not a designer, so there might be some things I didn't consider carefully when I drew it. But the overall look is roughly like this."

"That's great! How nice it would be if our family had a house like this?"

"I want it too."

The sharp-eyed villagers all sided with Jiang Shiyue. The village chief slammed the table, "What's good about that? You're fine, aren't you afraid your ancestors will come to you in your dreams and scold you for being unfilial when you go to sleep tonight? You only see that the building is fine, can you still see the graves of your ancestors?"

When everyone looked carefully, they found that there was indeed no trace of the grave.

In fact, judging from the location, this community is built on a cemetery. A building was also built on the original location of the village, which looks taller and more beautiful.

"Oh, that's right! Jiang, where is our ancestral grave?"

"Exactly! How can you build a house on a cemetery? How creepy!!"

"What's the building next to this one used for?"

"Is that strangely beautiful building also built for our village?"

"I also like the one next to it better."

“…”