Chapter 172

Xu Ziwai pulled Fourth Uncle to a pile of firewood and whispered: "It's true. I'm telling you, Fourth Uncle, no matter who buys the house, you cannot sell it. When the developer comes, bite hard, ask for 80,000 in compensation per household, two buildings, and don't move if they don't give it."

Fourth Uncle's eyes lit up like a 200-watt light bulb: "Really?"

Xu Ziwai said seriously: "Fourth Uncle, I could not tell you, but I would absolutely not lie to you. And, I've used real money to buy several houses. Do I look like I have a mental problem?"

Fourth Uncle nodded violently, and Xu Ziwai lowered his voice even more: "Also, when the time comes, you must let my big brother and the others come back. Only when there are many people can there be momentum. As long as we are united, the developer will definitely be able to agree to our conditions."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Fourth Uncle said excitedly: "When the time comes, I will definitely let them come back."

Xu Ziwai didn't forget to urge him: "Fourth Uncle, you must not tell anyone else; just know it yourself."

"Rest assured!" Fourth Uncle walked away without looking back.

Fourth Aunt was tidying up the house. Seeing Fourth Uncle return, she hurriedly asked: "How is it?"

Fourth Uncle got on the kang, took the dry tobacco box, rolled a bag of tobacco, lit it, and took a puff.

Fourth Aunt got anxious: "You old thing, I'm asking you something?"

Fourth Uncle smiled: "It's true, our house is worth 80,000, and we can also be divided into two buildings."

"Pa!"

Fourth Aunt threw the rag onto the cabinet and turned to walk out.

"Hey!" Fourth Uncle asked: "What are you going to do?"

Fourth Aunt said: "I'm going to tell Xiao Fen; the house absolutely cannot be sold."

Fourth Uncle hurriedly said: "Xu boy urged me repeatedly not to let me tell people. You old woman, you just can't keep things to yourself."

Fourth Aunt glared: "Xiao Fen is my own sister; can I not tell her about this? Rest assured, I won't let her tell anyone else."

In the evening, everyone in the village knew about this news. Those who sold their houses had their intestines turned green with regret. Some people couldn't sit still, thinking they had been pitted. The next day, they went to find Xu Ziwai and the others, and then they saw an incredible scene.

They saw donkey carts, horse carts, and four-wheeled tractors transporting red bricks into each courtyard, which made them look dazed.

"Xu boy, what are you buying bricks for?"

Xu Ziwai sighed and said with resentment: "You all know why we bought the houses. No one is selling, so we can only build them ourselves. A main house, 70,000 to 80,000 in compensation, the side room must also give me 20,000 to 30,000."

A few people heard this, were stunned for a moment, and then were full of joy. That's right, I sold the house, but can't I build it again? Originally, they came to find them, and they were a bit guilty. After all, the money was collected, and the household registration was transferred; coming to ask for the house again was unreasonable.

Now, another door has been opened for them: the house is sold, so just build it again.

Xu Ziwai continued: "Anyway, no one is living in it. Go to the West Mountain to pull yellow soil to replace cement, and then go up the mountain to cut a few trees and get some rice straw to cover the roof. Only the bricks cost money; how much can it cost?"

Guo Changjiu walked over: "Everyone, don't say that I pitted you as fellow villagers. If it were you, it would be impossible to tell me, right?"

Wan Shuhui directed a four-wheeled tractor to back into the courtyard, and then said to a few people: "If it weren't for the tight time, I wouldn't even buy bricks. I would pull some stones and build the house."

Most of the houses in the village were built with stones, and Guo Changjiu and the others actually bought bricks. Even if it didn't cost much money, it was a waste. After all, building this house wasn't for living in.

A few people were still laughing at Guo Changjiu and the others in their hearts. They had only been in the city for a few years and had forgotten their roots. Life wasn't lived like this. Immediately after, they were poured a basin of cold water by Wan Shuhui, and they instantly sobered up.

Building a house with stones is indeed cheaper, but it's not as fast as using bricks. Now what they need is to grab time. When the big boss comes, if your house isn't built yet, will he give you money?

A few people hurriedly said: "That, you guys get busy, we're going back."

Looking at the few people leaving in a hurry, Wan Shuhui, Guo Changjiu, and Xu Ziwai looked at each other, and a trace of a smile appeared on their faces.

In the next few days, Lishui Village became a big construction site, and every household was building houses. There was no such thing as illegal construction at this time, especially those who had sold their houses. They could choose a piece of land at will, get a slip from the village, and then start working, and they could build as big as they wanted.

Wan Shuhui was dangling a cigarette, standing on the roof of his house, looking at the scene of raging fire, and said with a smile: "The director's move is absolute. Zhao Jianlong definitely won't take out several million more for relocation, but if he doesn't give money, the villagers definitely won't agree, and then conflict will be unavoidable."

Xu Ziwai asked: "Do you think Zhao Jianlong will really do as the director said?"

Guo Changjiu said: "If he is willing to give money, our plan will fail, but the director definitely has a response strategy there. If he doesn't give money, conflict will definitely happen."

Guo Changjiu gave a cold laugh: "We all know what kind of person Zhao Jianlong is. It's impossible for him to give money, so we must be prepared. Once it kicks off, don't suffer a loss."

In Guanji County, Henan Province, today is May 1st, the day the literary competition announces the award list.

He Zhongwei finished breakfast, put down his chopsticks, put on his coat, and walked out.

"What are you doing?" Su Xiaohui asked.

He Zhongwei said: "Today is the day the award list is announced."

"What time is it? The newsstand hasn't opened yet. Wait for me to tidy up, and we'll go together."

Su Xiaohui started to tidy up the table. After washing the dishes, it was just past seven o'clock, but looking at He Zhongwei, who was a bit restless, Su Xiaohui helplessly put on her clothes.

"Let's go!"

The couple didn't ride a bike either, and walked for about twenty minutes. They arrived in front of the newsstand at the intersection of the department store. It was open, but when they asked, "Reader," "Sprout," and everything else hadn't arrived yet; it would be around ten o'clock.

"Let's stroll around, and come back in a while." Su Xiaohui said, and walked forward leisurely.

He Zhongwei wanted to wait here, but seeing his wife walk away, he hurriedly chased after her: "Where to?"

Su Xiaohui said: "Let's just walk around; we haven't gone shopping together for a long time."

He Zhongwei had a look of guilt, silently accompanying Su Xiaohui as they walked aimlessly. Suddenly, the sound of firecrackers came from the intersection ahead, and the two curiously quickened their pace. When they arrived at the intersection, it turned out to be a shop opening.

A big door head, with the words "Jiang Xiaobai Henan Province General Agent" written on it, and below it was a line of small characters, "Jiangzhou Yugong Liquor Industry Co., Ltd." At the entrance, a table was placed, and on the table were a big color TV and a VCR, with speakers on both sides, playing the MV of "Cheers, Friends."