My neighbor built a wall on the foundation of my house, and I dug up the debt of gratitude from thirty years ago. Plot summary: When a new house was built in my hometown, my neighbor who grew up wearing a pair of trousers got mad. While I was working in the city, he secretly moved the base of the wall 80 centimeters to the foundation of my house. My mother was so angry that she was hospitalized. His daughter-in-law shouted in the village, "Who made your house deserted all year round? It will remain deserted." When I returned to the village, I didn't make any noise, so I invited him out for a drink that night. After three drinks, we talked about stealing melons together when we were kids. The next day, I invited the surveying and mapping team to show the aerial photos of the homestead thirty years ago in public. When his parents fled the countryside and came to the village, it was my grandfather who took the initiative to give up a piece of land for them to settle down.
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