Everyone in the village knows that Old Sang's braised fish is absolutely delicious.
The village chief ate the fish on his plate and commented, "This fish isn't as good as it used to be."
Sang's father picked up the wine cup and downed it in one gulp. He flushed as the wine went down his throat, turning his cheeks and neck red.
He picked up two peanuts, put them in his mouth, and chewed them, his gaze carrying a deeper meaning.
“In the past, the village’s streams were still flowing, and every household used that water to wash rice and cook.”
Fish are raised in the river; one net can catch seven or eight fish.
Back then, there was no pollution, the fish was fresh, sweet, and clean, so of course it tasted delicious.
The village chief had drunk two glasses of wine and his nerves were a little relaxed.
People tend to become nostalgic as they get older.
When the village chief was young, he was not popular with the girls in the village because he was short, and the boys did not want to play with him.
Only the fourth son of the Sang family, though introverted, was kind-hearted and played with the short boy who wasn't the village chief yet.
At that time, every household was poor. They had wild vegetables and taro, but meat was rarely seen on the dinner table.
The children used slingshots to shoot birds and went down to the river to catch fish. If they caught any, they didn't take them home; they roasted them on the spot.
Sang Laosi is usually quiet, but he has excellent cooking skills. Whether it's grilled fish or braised fish, he does it exceptionally well.
The young village chief had received many favors from him, so after he became successful, he disliked everyone else, but he had a genuine affection for Sang Laosi.
The village chief was a little drunk, and he raised his glass and clinked it against Sang's father's.
"Fourth brother, don't blame me for being heartless. I'm used to being looked down upon, and I feel terribly resentful whenever I think about the past."
I didn't get to where I am today easily; I can't let people talk behind my back anymore.
Sang's father tried to hold back, but couldn't. He was naturally not good at expressing his emotions, so his dark face remained expressionless.
"I know you suffered in the past, but one cannot be unable to distinguish right from wrong."
Li Qi did make a mistake, you need to make him realize it. Chunlan is an innocent child..."
The village chief slammed his wine glass to the ground, his eyes bloodshot, his expression arrogant and overbearing.
"She's a whore, and she's innocent!"
So what if my son slept with her? A little money will do the trick. She even acts all high and mighty in front of me! Pah!
Sang's father silently poured himself a drink, still clinging to old feelings and holding onto a sliver of hope for the village chief.
But now it seems that he is beyond saving.
Sang's father glanced at the wall clock and calculated the time; Xie Tuoyu and the others should have arrived by now.
Just then, several men waiting outside rushed in, their faces filled with panic.
"Village chief, something terrible has happened! A lot of people have come to the village, like those who were involved in the land expropriation a few years ago, and even the county magistrate..."
Before he could finish speaking, the village chief suddenly stood up from the stool and hurriedly ran outside.
Sang's father put down his wine glass, walked into the yard, looked up at the sky, and sighed, "The weather is going to change."
The village committee is located on the south side of the village, a three-story building of about 500 square meters, plus a sizable courtyard.
The courtyard was packed with people: fruit farmers, staff from the Land and Resources Bureau, people from Xie Tuoyu's company, and Yi Mu seemed to be there to watch the spectacle.
When the village chief arrived, the fruit farmers had already roughly understood the compensation for the land expropriation, which was more than a third more than the amount the village chief had initially misled them about.
Nobody wants to farm for the rest of their life, getting up early and working late to weed and fertilize, and still having to rely on the weather.
If this land had been acquired two years ago, many of them would probably be scattered in factories doing light work and enjoying their retirement.
The village chief was behind it all, and many people have already guessed why he did it.
"Your Excellency County Magistrate, I want to report the village chief."
The village chief pushed through the crowd and happened to hear this sentence. His expression changed instantly, and he subconsciously looked at the county magistrate on the stage.
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