The sun was setting, and the shadows under the grape trellis were very long.
Both of them were drunk!
Old Wang deliberately stammered, his body tilted and he almost fell off the stool: "Brother... this wine... is strong!"
He burped loudly, tilted his body to the side, and almost fell down!
Old Zhao's eyelids were red from drinking and most of the collar of his sweatshirt was wet.
He patted Lao Wang's shoulder, and kicked his plastic slippers aside without him noticing.
Bare feet stepped on the mud: "Brother, brother... let's... hiccup... take another step!"
As he was about to pour more wine, he found that the bottle was already empty and not a drop could drip out even with the bottle mouth facing downwards.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the courtyard wall, followed by Aunt Cai's voice, loud enough to shake the flowers off the locust tree: "Wang Qiang! You old fool, you're drinking cat urine again!
You still want me to serve you, right?
Old Wang squinted his eyes and saw his wife rushing in.
His printed short-sleeved shirt was sticky with sweat down his back, and in his hand he was clutching a bunch of dripping leeks. He had obviously just come from the vegetable garden.
"Ouch, Sister Cai..." Old Zhao tried to stand up in a hurry, but stumbled and bumped into the grape trellis.
"We two brothers just drink..."
"Oh, Sister Cai..." Old Zhao tried to stand up in a panic, and stumbled, causing the grape trellis to crash.
Aunt Cai stood between the two men, her hands on her hips. The water droplets on the chive leaves splashed in Old Zhao's face. "Zhao Dezhu, are you a scoundrel? You knew Old Wang had a bad liver, but you still forced him to drink?"
As she bent down to pull Old Wang's arm, her eyes scanned sharply over the empty wine bottles and the pile of cigarette butts on the table.
By the way, he scolded Zhao Dezhu again, "You two are worth over a hundred combined, and one foot has already reported over there. I thought you were eighteen or twenty-two, and you're still trying to imitate people using bowls!"
Old Zhao's wife, Jin, had been standing behind the door curtain, listening with her ears pricked up.
She was wearing a washed-out blue smock and her fingers were twirling around the sewing machine's spool.
When she heard Aunt Cai scolding her husband, she was not angry. Instead, she took out a handful of sunflower seeds from her sewing basket and started to crack them while leaning against the door frame.
"You deserve it! You deserve to be scolded!"
Jin muttered in a low voice that this bastard had drunk some horse urine and was yelling at her, and then she spat a mouthful of melon seed shells on the ground.
Normally, if she had a fight with Lao Zhao at home, those "big boys" would pop out from every corner as if they had made an appointment to interfere!
There’s an old saying that men have to drink when they’re out socializing. It really rings true!
"If the original is wrong, the copy won't be much better"!
Aunt Cai came and took Old Wang back cursing, and only then did Aunt Jin come out.
Old Zhao, who was so drunk that his own mother didn't even know, was dragged back to the house like a dead dog!
Old Wang came out of Old Zhao's house and as he turned the corner, he immediately straightened his back. There was no sign of drunkenness at all.
He stroked the stubble on his chin, a cold smile playing on his lips: "Old Zhao, that bastard, confessed everything."
"Is it really like he said?" Aunt Cai lowered her voice.
Old Wang nodded. "Twenty square meters, plus his son's job at the neighborhood office, were all promised by Wang Papi himself."
He touched the half pack of "Da Qianmen" left in his pocket and felt very anxious!
There is indeed something fishy about this matter.
According to what Lao Zhao said, they were tricked into signing the agreement yesterday. This matter is indeed not simple!
I don’t know if it’s just to get them to sign the agreement as soon as possible, or if there’s another conspiracy!
When I got home, I saw Wang Cheng repairing his bicycle in the yard.
Old Wang was left outside by Aunt Cai to sober up!
He squatted on the threshold, looking at his son's hands stained with engine oil. He said, "Chengzi, tomorrow you go to the county and look for your cousin who works at the Urban Construction Bureau."
Wang Cheng dropped the wrench in his hand with a clang. "Dad, my family and my cousin haven't been together for three years..."
Ever since grandma passed away, she hasn't been around her parents' side much!
What’s more, my cousin is just a food server in the cafeteria!
"Take this basket of eggs." Old Wang pointed to the corner of the wall. "Just say your mother asked you to take it. It's better to take the gift so you don't get kicked out!"
At noon the next day, Wang Cheng rode back under the scorching sun, his sweaty vest covered with salt stains.
He didn't even bother to drink his saliva. He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his trouser pocket and said, "Dad, I asked around. My cousin said..."
Old Wang put on his reading glasses and pointed at the words on the paper, reading them line by line.
The more he read, the more he frowned - the city's documents were written very clearly, and even a rough man like him could understand them!
There is a neighborhood committee there to look at, there are so many twists and turns!
The latest compensation is calculated based on the area of the property certificate. There is no such thing as "the earlier you sign, the more you get"!
"My cousin also said..." Wang Cheng took a sip of cold water, "The resettlement housing will have to wait until all the houses are demolished. They will be randomly allocated. There is no such thing as priority selection!"
Old Wang knocked his pipe against the sole of his shoe several times, and sparks flew high.
He suddenly remembered something: "Go and get the blue notebook in the west room."
The demolition agreement they signed was tucked away inside.
Old Wang put on his reading glasses and looked at it carefully several times before he realized the trick!
It is written in black and white that after the compensation standard is adjusted, the compensation calculated based on area is nearly 20% less than that calculated based on per capita.
The so-called "eight square meters bonus" is just a different way of saying the compensation that should be given!
Each of their families will be given an additional eight square meters because the compensation policy has been changed.
Before, it was divided by the number of people, but now it is divided by the area. Everyone in their area had already marked out the boundaries of their land. Based on the principle of less trouble is worse than more, everyone's houses are built in similar sizes.
These families will get more, mainly because their daughters are married, so there will be fewer people registered on the household registration!
With fewer people, there is less land to be distributed!
As for what Director Wang said, "Financial allocations are limited, first come, first served!"
These nonsense are not mentioned at all in the document!
The more I read, the more chilled I feel!
There is more land, but less money!
Now I’m going straight to Shankala to be the king of the mountain!
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