"Xiao Chen, why do you raise chickens on your ancestral grave?" Before the New Year, my neighbor said something that made my heart sink. In order to pay more for the demolition, Widow Wang built a chicken coop on my great-grandfather's grave. When I came to the door, she was akimbo, instructing her son Li Daqiang to expand the chicken coop. Chicken manure mixed with soil covered the tombstones. "Aunt Wang, this is my family's ancestral grave." My voice was trembling. Wang Xiulan glanced sideways at me: "Your family? Do you have a certificate? When the demolition money comes out, I will be a multi-millionaire woman. Who do you think you are, a village official?" Behind her is the asphalt road that I spent my savings and asked countless people to build it. I installed the solar street lights on the roadside one by one. The kindergarten not far away is a drawing I drew myself. "Chen Guan'er, don't act like a benefactor. We rely on good luck to get rich! Who cares about your small favor?" Widow Wang's son picked up a shovel and smashed the solar street lamp on the roadside. I didn't argue anymore, I just turned around and answered the phone call from the real estate president's sister.
