Chapter 8 You can’t lose even an inch of your own land!
The sun rises.
The temperature is getting higher and higher.
Zhao Dahai stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and frowned.
What's going on?
Who planted something here?
Zhao Dahai looked up and took a closer look at the straight line facing the east corner of his house. When his parents built the house, they faced the ridge of their land, and there was a half-dimension in the middle. On the other side of the path, which is about 1 meter wide, is another family's land. Now that the path is gone and the ridges are gone, they have all been turned into fields. They have put up a shelf to grow beans, which are growing pretty well.
“Hmph!”
“What a sneaky thing!”
Zhao Dahai sneered, occupying the open space that was originally a path, and then occupied the ridge of his own field, and there were more people at once. A piece of land that is one meter wide and ten meters long is a good plan. When I came here early in the morning, I didn't pay attention and didn't notice it. I thought it was someone else's land. Grandma Zhong Cuihua said that someone wanted to plant their own land but refused. No matter who planted the beans, it didn't matter who planted them. They just dug up the beans with a hoe.
"Hey!"
"Zhao Dahai!"
"What are you doing?"
"Digging my beans!"
Zhao Dahai looked up At first glance, a short, fat woman rushed over while shouting. It was Dong Li, the mother-in-law of Sun Minghua's house next door to her own.
"Your beans?"
"Planted on my ground?"
Zhao Dahai was not polite. One hundred and eighty yuan is a small thing, and the land must not be ambiguous. There is very little land that can be cultivated in the fishing village, and every inch is rare. This is what my grandfathers used and passed down to my own hands. In the future, I have to pass it on to my children and grandchildren. If I don’t have the ability, the old man will If you work hard on the land, you will have some grain and vegetables to eat, and you will not die of hunger. This is the root of your livelihood. It is impossible for Dong Li or Sun Minghua not to know whose land this is. They saw that they had been a fool in the past two years. Grandma is too old to farm the land, so she wants to occupy it and plant things. For three to five years, ten to eight years As time goes by, as soon as grandma leaves, even if she is not dead, she will dare to say that the land belongs to them, or once she dies, she will immediately say that the land belongs to their family. If any family in the village has an unworthy descendant, this kind of deprivation will definitely happen.
“What is your land?”
“This is my land!”
Dong Li scratched her neck and bared her teeth.
Zhao Dahai sneered and continued digging beans with the hoe in his hand.
“I’ll fight with you!”
Dong Li waved her hands and rushed over.
Zhao Dahai sneered, raised his hoe, pointed it at Dong Li, and dug down hard.
Dong Li screamed, stopped, sat down on the ground, her face was as white as paper, glanced at the hoe, and directly dug it into the ground, less than half a step away from her. If she ran faster, it would definitely land on her forehead.
“Oh my god!”
“Kill someone!”
……
“What happened to the land I farmed?!”
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"Zhao Dahai, this guy, is bullying me, a woman!"
"Take my land!"
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"Everyone Comment! ”
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"You, the boss, are such a coward!"
"Zhao Dahai bullied your mother-in-law, and you still hide and don't show up!"
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Dong Li was lying on the ground rolling around, crying and crying loudly.
"What the hell!"
"Zhao Dahai!"
"Dare you bully my mother-in-law!?"
Sun Minghua shouted and rushed out of the house.
Zhao Dahai stood up straight, threw away the hoe in his hand, and looked coldly at Sun Minghua who was rushing towards him. How dare you stand in front of yourself.
Beat him to death.
Sun Minghua was shocked. Zhao Dahai was over 1.8 meters tall. He grew up by the sea. He was a middle-aged boy who had to do manual labor since he was a child. He grew tall and tall. He was over 40 meters tall. He was as thin as a monkey. If he really charged forward, he wouldn't be able to kick him away and he would stop abruptly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Is Zhabu rushing over?”
"See if I don't beat you to death!"
Zhao Dahai was not polite.
Sun Minghua's face suddenly turned red. He said this without giving any face. The key point was that he really didn't dare to rush over.
“This is my family’s land.”
“How dare you hoe the beans I planted?”
Sun Minghua looked left and right, his voice loud, but he had no confidence at all, and he secretly complained even more. In the past two years, Zhao Dahai was too lazy to work, and Zhong Cuihua was old. The land behind the house was unplanted and the grass was half a person tall. He and his mother-in-law got greedy and occupied the land secretly. At first, they were very worried that if Zhao When Dahai found out, he immediately said that he remembered it wrong, but for more than a year, Zhao Dahai kept silent. He originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity this year, but he didn't expect that Zhao Dahai went crazy and started digging early this morning. Dong Li had seen Zhao Dahai digging the ground a long time ago. She kept watching and saw the beans planted on the ground occupied by the hoe. She was reluctant to take advantage of it before rushing out. She thought that Zhao Dahai didn't bother to fight with women and sat on the land he occupied. It's his own. I didn't expect Zhao Dahai to be so tough.
Zhao Dahai picked up the hoe and continued, and the beans fell down in clusters.
The village is not big, so the news spread immediately, and people gathered around to watch the fun.
“What’s going on?”
……
"Haha!"
"It's about the land!"
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"Yo!"
"This is the land of Zhao Dahai's family. ”
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"Who would let this matter happen?"
"Even if you beat me to death, I have to take it back!"
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"Lard covered in Are you worried?”
"People are not dead yet!"
"Isn't it a good idea to plant seeds on other people's ground to get rid of them?"
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Sun Minghua blushed and had no shame in staying. Dong Li went home dejectedly and closed the courtyard door without even daring to let out a fart. Every inch of the land is owned. People in the village know who owns the land after staying in the same place for several lifetimes.
Zhao Dahai dug out all the beans planted by Sun Minghua and Dong Li with hoe after hoe, and threw them aside. Not even an inch of his own land should be missing. Anyone who dares to occupy his own land will be punished without hesitation. Death-defying.
These people around you?
Fighting injustice?
Thinking too much!
There are not many people who sincerely speak for themselves. Most of them just hated Sun Minghua for taking advantage but not themselves. Doesn't anyone know that Sun Minghua and Dong Li occupied their own land? Why doesn't anyone come forward to complain?
If grandma Zhong Cuihua and herself are dead, and there is no one left in the family, not all of them, but there will definitely be many people rushing to grab their land. This is the same as what Sun Minghua and Dong Li are doing now.
Zhao Dahai saw his grandma Zhong Cuihua walking over in a hurry. Knowing that she was disturbed by the loud noise behind the house, he immediately walked over to support her and whispered what happened.
"Sun Minghua!"
"You are the one who has no descendants!"
"Dare you occupy our land!?"
Zhong Cuihua felt a lump on the ground The stone directly hit the glass window of Sun Minghua's house.
Zhao Dahai was not surprised at all that Zhong Cuihua did this. Unless he nodded in agreement, he could not let others take his own things, let alone a piece of firewood or even a piece of grass, let alone occupying land. Will the village have simple folk customs? Helping neighbors? It's very silly and naive to really think so. I've definitely never seen two families in the village fighting each other for ten and a half months over some trivial matter. I've certainly never seen a family with two sons being bullied by a family with five sons. scene.
Zhao Dahai waited for his grandma Zhong Cuihua to scold him enough before helping him go home.
(End of this chapter)