Jiang Ying's parents have worked hard in the city for more than 20 years and bought two houses with loans.
On the first day after returning to the village, my eldest aunt blocked the door and cursed: City people live in high-rise buildings, and let your mother live in a leaky and dilapidated house. How shameless is it?
The whole village forced her parents to build a new house for her.
After the new house was built, grandma turned around and handed the roasted chicken to her eldest aunt, then scolded her mother as "a hen that can't lay eggs is a waste of money."
The whole village pointed their fingers: The two daughters are from a poor family, and this house will have to be left to their nephews in the future!
Jiang Ying smiled.
The transfer record of 870,000 yuan was recorded by grandma herself, and the uncle's family was able to enjoy the iron rice bowl created by the state.
No one in the village can escape.
Loudspeakers were set up on the roof and broadcast continuously for seven days: Who stole the relief money, whose father kicked the father out, whose daughter-in-law ran away with someone, and whose son gambled away all his money.
Screenshots of chats about "filial sons and grandsons" of each family were thrown out in the family group, without leaving a single word.
The whole village was lively.
Old ladies blocked the door of Jiang Ying's house and cried, men squatted in corners and smoked, and wives with red eyes begged me not to broadcast it. People at the entrance of the village knelt down, begging her to show her kindness.
She ignored him, opened the family tree, and neatly wrote her and her sister's names.
The old lady shook her hands and tried to stop her, but Jiang Ying raised her head: "Executed household? I am an extinct household. Your grandson is squatting, and the whole village's scandal is on the Internet. Whoever dares to say that my family has no son, I will engrave all the bad things of the eighteen generations of our ancestors on the ancestral hall monument!"
