In Wen Ye's previous brief narration, Zhao Changan's memory was that in 1937, in order to contain the Japanese military pressure on North China, the National Army launched the Battle of Songhu and was defeated. The National Army was pursued and invaded by the Japanese army westward along the Yangtze River. Wen Ye's grandmother's family

The three of them fled across the river, but were robbed by bandits in the mountain city. Only Wen Ye's grandma survived and was bought by Wen Ye's grandfather as his grandfather's child bride.

The process sounds simple and straightforward.

Now it seems that just listening to Wen Ye's words "No matter how bloody and cold it is", Zhao Changan knew that the matter was far from that simple.

"Wen Ye, this is a society governed by the rule of law. You can't go to court to sue them for your grievances from sixty years ago. From now on, there is no solution to this matter except ignoring them."

"Of course I know, and so does grandma; but have you ever thought about the despicable things they did back then? They didn't know how they had the shame to do it, and why they did it? They are so kind, and the Baodao team is lying on the ground

How come they don't pay any attention to making breakfast in the streets, running grocery stores, and riding three-wheelers to carry goods, but this time, they have to be so grand?"

Zhao Changan lit up a cigarette: "You say."

"That fire was the fire that happened the night they fled to Europe. It seems that not only many people died, but also those very important things should have been destroyed by the fire."

Wen Ye said slowly: "That night, the few remaining masters of the Ye family's pearl team were all killed in battle. In the past sixty years, the Ye family has never had a martial arts master in Europe. Moreover, the Ye family has always had its ancestral training

It is the head of the family who is capable of both literary and martial arts. In Ye Zi's generation, Ye Jingtian actually joined the competition for the head of the family. Ye Jingtian was seriously injured by Ye Bai and could no longer practice martial arts. This is the first time in the past sixty years that the Ye family has clearly changed the direction of the trend."

"Holy shit, you're talking like I'm reading martial arts novels. I'm a master of what you're talking about. Why do you feel like it's useless? Why are you bragging so mysteriously?"

“Do you have a wooden chair next to you that’s not too thick?”

"have."

"You are so angry now."

A thin stream of heat, like a kite string, surged from Zhao Changan's Dantian.

"Ankles into the ground."

Zhao Changan pressed his heels tightly on the wooden floor under his feet.

"The Qi comes out of Tianshu, goes to Taiyi, - comes out of Zuo Neiguan, and spreads all over the left palm."

Zhao Changan follows up smoothly with the music.

Wen Ye shouted over there: "Throw it off!"

"Crack!"

Zhao Changan's feet pressed tightly against the wooden floor were the handles of the whip, his soft legs and straight back were the body of the whip, his left hand was like a long whip, and his left palm was the handle of the whip.

He slapped it hard on the seat of a poplar stool next to him.

"Crack!"

It directly smashed a stool board on the not too thin stool surface until it exploded.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Changan looked at his masterpiece in shock, and then felt severe pain in his left palm.

"Hiss~"

He gasped and looked at his left palm. It was as red as a monkey's butt and was swelling rapidly: "Wen Ye, my hand is swollen!"

"It's okay, just apply some bruises and bruises, and you'll be fine in a few days. Did you see that this is real power, even though it's only a scratch? It's just that your body is too weak, you have to practice hard, and you have to make medicine to nourish your skin.

Even if the muscles and bones can be punched out, the backlash on your body will be equally severe."

Wen Ye spoke lightly on the phone.

"Holy shit!"

Zhao Changan scolded angrily: "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Look, you doubted me and proved it, and I proved it and you complained; if I had said earlier that you would take pictures, if you didn't take pictures, wouldn't you still be suspecting that I was bragging?"

Wen Ye made Zhao Changan speechless and changed the subject: "You are going back during the Dragon Boat Festival, and I will be with you."

On the other side of the phone, Wen Ye was silent for a while, then sighed and said, "Chang'an, we are still too weak."

"You're not talking nonsense. This family has accumulated hundreds of years of heritage; it's the Lu family. It has been bloody and bloody in Africa for 20 to 30 years. We started as a pearl, and it's less than a year now."

"The Ye family should have noticed my physique, including the last conflict in the Lao Lao Fertilizer Factory Community, and made some assumptions."

"The budget for adding a few more houses to the lakeside nursing home will be used to exchange it with the village headquarters of your Wenjia Village. The compound is closed and locked. I still don't believe they dare to break in!"

Now Wen Ye's grandma is living in the village. If someone from the Ye family wants to enter the village compound to visit and drink tea or for other purposes, neither Wen Ye nor his grandma will have any reason to stop it.

But if this village head can be replaced, Grandma Wen Ye will have the final say whether the door can be opened, who can or cannot enter.

"How come it's too late? There are only twelve days until the Dragon Boat Festival."

Wen Ye is obviously not optimistic about it.

"Does that mean you don't really understand China's speed? Twelve days? For a house with only one floor, using a red brick prefabricated roof, it can be done in ten days!"

"Doesn't it match the neighboring buildings?" Wen Ye still felt that it was not easy to achieve.

"It just doesn't match. The nursing home has an antique look, and the lotus pond and rockery corridors are carefully carved and have the style of exquisite gardens in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The red brick wooden door and prefabricated panel roof of the village next to it is also simply painted with white lime.

Think about it, with this strong contrast between sophistication and simplicity, how can I not convince your relatives and village cadres?"

Zhao Changan was so happy that he even forgot about the pain in his hand for a moment.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Changan started calling the Wenjia Village Headquarters. After ringing for a while, Grandma Wen Ye's voice came.

"Grandma, I'm Zhao Chang'an. Please use the loudspeaker to call Rensheng and Uncle Shizhong, saying that I have something to ask them. Well, well, Wen Ye is very good, and so are we, -"

soon,

Wenjia Village.

"Hello, hello, Party Secretary Rensheng, Chief of Shizhong Village, Changan, um, Zhao Changan is calling you."

The sound of the loudspeaker rippled in the Wenjiacun mountain pass in the dusk.

Wen Rensheng, who was squatting under the big locust tree, eating rice, and the two civil servants quickly put their rice bowls on the ground and strode towards the mountainside village.

Wen Rensheng also yelled and told his grandson: "Dan'er, take care of the jobs of me and your third grandfather, don't let the dogs, cats, and chickens get in trouble!"

Zhao Changan soaked his congested left hand in cold water to relieve the pain.

He scolded Wen Ye for being unreasonable, but in his heart he was extremely excited.

The persuasion between true friends is always so direct and fierce, leaving no trace of softness.

There is no doubt that this slap opened a door for Wen Ye.

No matter how boastful Wen Ye was before, Zhao Changan still believed in strengthening muscles and keeping fit. No matter how miraculous other things were, he completely scorned them.

Before, he couldn't believe that one day he would be able to break a wooden board with a single stroke of his hand.

Now he really believes it.

——

After Zhao Changan made the call, he went to the school infirmary to get some ointment. It was already dark.

It was almost nine o'clock in the evening.

Pointing at the appearance of his left hand to pay back the money, it was definitely inappropriate, so Zhao Changan decided to wait until tomorrow night to pay back the money.

I went back to the hotel, sat on the small chair in front of the bed, and thought about things.

After convincing the Wenjia Village team that Zhao Changan didn't need to waste any words at all, the construction and relocation would be completed within twelve days. They hesitated for a while, but then readily agreed.

After all, building a bungalow is not like building a building. There is no need to dig a deep foundation. Tonight, you can use a small excavator to dig out several complete shallow foundations with a depth of 0.5m overnight.

The foundation stones can be laid tomorrow morning. With this kind of weather and low load-bearing, the wall can be built in three days, and the 3.5m high wall can be built in two days.

Lay the floor at the same time.

The prefabricated panels can be installed in five days, with steel bars tied on top, and a layer of concrete and gravel poured in place to firmly hold these prefabricated panels.

Wait another two days.

The village department can move in first, and then slowly replenish it bit by bit.

Zhao Changan sighed inwardly, those old people had to wait for the Dragon Boat Festival. If it were the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nursing home, Wen Ye's new house, and Lu Feifei's villa would all be built.
Chapter completed!