Everyone present was still in shock and hadn't recovered.
Zhang Yan, who was watching from upstairs, was so frightened that she fell to the ground, her face turning deathly pale.
Niu Dachun turned around and shouted angrily at the crowd.
"Are there any of Wang Dabiao's henchmen here? If so, step forward and I'll deal with them all."
The henchmen of Zhuxi Village who usually followed Wang Dabiao dared not stand up. If they did, they would suffer the same fate as Wang Dabiao.
It was common knowledge in Zhuxi Village that Wang Dabiao had dug up Niu Dachun's father's grave.
Desecrating someone's father's grave is tantamount to murdering him. This is the hatred of patricide, an irreconcilable enmity.
The vast majority of villagers present felt that Wang Dabiao deserved what he got, and many even thought that Niu Dachun had done a good thing for Zhuxi Village.
The villagers, especially those who owed Wang Dabiao high-interest loans, were as happy as if they had won the lottery.
Seeing that no one dared to step forward, Niu Dachun pushed through the crowd and walked towards the village chief Wang Chaozhu's house.
At that moment, Niu Dachun seemed to become a hero in the hearts of the villagers of Zhuxi Village. No one called Niu Dachun a rapist or a labor camp inmate.
The crowd quickly escorted Niu Dachun to the home of village chief Wang Chaozhu.
Village chief Wang Chaozhu seized control of the village's coal mine and embezzled poverty alleviation funds allocated by the state, relying on his power.
The 20,000 yuan housing subsidy allocated by the state almost entirely ended up in Wang Chaozhu's pocket.
Only Wang Chaozhu's relatives were eligible to be selected from the registered poor households in the village.
Wang Chaozhu's son, Wang Zhanquan, bought a truck specifically for transporting bricks in the village. If anyone building a house refused to let Wang Zhanquan haul bricks for them, they would dare to ask someone else to do it.
The next day, Wang Zhanquan would send a group of people to beat up that family, or the people hauling bricks would be blocked at the village entrance and not allowed to enter.
The more remote the place, the more surreal things happen!
As the old saying goes, "When the mountains are high and the emperor is far away, monkeys become kings!"
Wang Chaozhu's family owns a five-story luxury villa with a large courtyard, where a BMW 6 Series GT and an Audi A7L are parked.
The villagers wanted to spit on the two cars when they saw them, because all the luxury cars owned by the village chief were bought with money stolen from the villagers.
At that moment, the village chief's family was eating lobster at home.
The village chief was puzzled when he saw a group of villagers rushing into the courtyard.
"Today isn't the day I have to pay my medical and pension insurance!"
"Zhan Quan, go out and see what's going on?" the village chief said dismissively.
"What else could it be? These villagers are just tired of living."
"They actually dared to gather a crowd and come to our door. I'll call my men over right now."
The hot-blooded Wang Zhanquan immediately pulled out his phone.
"Hey, can you change this habit of yours?"
"If the villagers have opinions, we should listen to them. It only takes a few minutes."
"The villagers are just venting their frustrations. After they've vented, nothing will happen. There's no need to make a big deal out of it."
"If we really want to make a big deal out of this, we can make an example of someone and send them to warn others. Then the villagers will naturally have no objections."
"Seriously, you've been with me for so many years and haven't learned a single thing."
"Damn it, that's my temper. These peasants dare to cause trouble while I'm eating, I'm not going to put up with it," Wang Zhanquan said irritably.
"Never mind, never mind. I'll go."
"It seems I can't count on you," Wang Chaozhu said helplessly.
After saying that, Wang Chaozhu put on a smiling face and went out to greet them.
"Is there anything I can do for you today?"
"Please feel free to voice any opinions you may have. Everything is negotiable."
Wang Chaozhu said with a forced smile.
Wang Chaozhu's gaze was entirely fixed on Niu Dachun, who was walking at the very front.
"Hey, isn't this Dachun? When did you get back? You didn't even tell your uncle?"
"You haven't eaten yet, have you? My family is having dinner right now, come in and eat with us."
Wang Chaozhu offered a feigned invitation.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
"Wang Chaozhu, I only have one question for you today: Did you approve Wang Dabiao to acquire the land for Chang Qingcong?"
"Why didn't they preserve my father's grave when they acquired that land?"
At this time, Wang Chaozhu was unaware of what had happened to Wang Dabiao's family.
"Da Chun, so that's why you came here."
"Then you can't blame your uncle for this."
"Firstly, your family's land has already been sold to Wang Dabiao. Logically speaking, the area where your father's grave is located also belongs to Wang Dabiao."
"nonsense!"
“When I signed the contract with Wang Dabiao, it was already agreed that my father’s grave site could not be disturbed,” Niu Dawu interrupted.
Wang Chaozhu glared at Niu Dawu. Of course, Wang Chaozhu didn't take Niu Dachun's family seriously.
"Secondly, the government has now issued a policy that prohibits burial in rural areas and mandates cremation."
"Your father's burial was illegal."
"You were in there for four years, you probably didn't even know that."
“Now, when an elderly person dies, their body is cremated and then buried in the village cemetery.”
"These are national regulations, and I can't change them. As a mere village head, I can only act in accordance with national regulations."
"Go to hell with the Dynasty Pillars!!!"
One of the villagers heard this and began to curse Wang Chaozhu.
"Are you forcing us to dig up and rebury elderly people who have already been buried, just because of national regulations?"
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