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The kid patted the back of his head and smirked. He was also straightforward and didn't insist on giving Ling Yao three dollars.

Ling Yao looked at the clean cement road in front of him, leading directly into the village, and sighed that the changes were really great.When he was in middle school, the road was still a dirt road, and when it rained, it turned into mud.

There was also a stele erected at the intersection, on which were written "Baihua Village" in three big red characters, and a door opening was built a little further in. Ling Yao glanced at the door opening, which also had the name of the village written on it, and there was a couplet on both sides.

Walking into the village, many faces looked familiar and unfamiliar. Ling Yao didn't know how to address them, so he simply stopped talking.

The black boy greeted each of them.Ling Yao looked at the rows of buildings on the side of the road, basically two-story buildings, and occasionally a three-story building, with bright tiles on the outside, and a concrete floor in front of the door. When approaching the roadside, basically every house is A persimmon tree was planted on the left and right sides, and it was covered with green lumps.

His memory is completely different from Ling Yao's. When he reached the crossroads, Hei boy looked at Ling Yao and asked, "Brother, where is your house? My house is on the right."

Ling Yao pointed to the front and asked, "Is it Xiaohui? Okay, let's go home. My house is on the street in front."

Hei boy nodded, smiled shyly at Ling Yao, and waved: "Brother, then I'll go back first."

Ling Yao waved his hand and walked towards the home in his memory. When he came to the door, it looked like his own home, but there was a crowd of people around the door, and an excavator was digging towards the roof.

Ling Yao frowned, looking at that house, did he remember wrongly?Isn't this your home?

He stretched his neck and looked forward, but there were only a few houses further ahead, which were clear at a glance, with white tiled walls and concrete floors, and none of them had red brick walls.

Isn't his home this street?Ling Yao turned around and walked towards the intersection again, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. His house was Laozhuangzi, and there was a large sloping land behind it, and there was a mountain behind him. His house must be on this road. It was demolished just now. The house that I lived in should be his house.

Ling Yao raised his eyebrows, his face darkened.After his father got into a car accident, less than a month after finishing the funeral, his mother left him 2 yuan and left with the remaining compensation of more than [-] yuan.

Later, he heard from the villagers that his mother had remarried, and the marriage was not bad.Now that he is married and his household registration is taken away, it is impossible to come back and demolish his old house.

His grandparents are long gone, the ownership of that house belongs to him, and someone demolished his house without his consent!

Ling Yao ran over quickly, the excavator was still digging, but the door had already collapsed, and the first few houses were almost demolished, he walked over and wanted to stop digging, a middle-aged man beside him pulled his Arm, said kindly: "Young man, what are you doing? It's dangerous there, don't go there."

Seeing that the excavator was about to dig down again, and the remaining common roof was crumbling and about to collapse, Ling Yao shouted anxiously: "Stop! Stop! Who told you to demolish my house!"

"What?" The middle-aged man holding Ling Yao looked at Ling Yao in confusion for a while, then slapped his thigh and said loudly, "You are... Shake? No wonder you look familiar."

The excavator dug again, and with a bang, half of the wall collapsed.

"Well, I'm Ling Yao," Ling Yao nodded to the middle-aged man, then rushed to the front of the excavator and stretched his arms, shouting: "Stop!"

"Jianguo, don't demolish it now, your nephew is back." The middle-aged man also shouted.

At this time, someone on the side also recognized Ling Yao and greeted him: "Yao Yao is back."

"Look at this coincidence, if Yao Yao returns one day late, your house will be gone."

Surrounded by people from the same village, Ling Yao looked familiar.He nodded one by one, then turned to look at the man called Jianguo by the middle-aged man, his uncle.Ling Yao never liked his uncle since he was a child, and always liked to take advantage of his family.

He took a few steps towards his uncle, expressionless, and said flatly, "Uncle, I'm back. Why are you asking people to demolish my house?"

Ling Jianguo looked at Ling Yao with a bad expression.After a while, he changed into a smiling face, and his tone was very rude: "Uncle also wanted to discuss with you, but you haven't heard from you for so many years. It's good that you are back this time, anyway, you have been here Outside, you don’t live in your house, and if you’re idle, you’ll leave it to Uncle, you see your younger brother Kunkun is getting married soon, and Uncle is going to build him a new house.”

Ling Yao was impatient to deal with his uncle. It was because he had suffered enough from his uncle when he was a child, and that dislike had already been carved into his bones.He said lightly: "Uncle, I am planning to stay at home for a while when I come back this time."

Jianguo saw that he was carrying a small plastic bag in his hand. He had heard that this kid went to college later. If he didn't come back after all these years, he must have done well outside.This time he brought such a small amount of things, and he definitely won’t be staying for a long time, so he smiled sincerely, patted Ling Yao’s shoulder and said, “It’s okay, I’m staying at Uncle’s house for as long as I want, let’s go and sit at Uncle’s house.” sit."

Turning around and yelling at the excavator driver: "It's okay, it's okay, keep digging, hurry up."

3. Back to the house

Ling Yao took a deep breath, and secretly warned himself not to care about this kind of shameless person who loves petty things and cheap things.Besides, it's not good to offend uncle just after he came back.

He waved away his uncle's arm on his shoulder without a trace, and said calmly: "No need, uncle. I'll just live in my house. Kunkun is getting married. I'm here to congratulate uncle. I'll clean up the house first. Clean up and go see him later, I haven't seen him for many years, hehe."

Ling Jianguo's face became more and more ugly, Ling Yao just pretended not to see it.If he didn't come back today, and his uncle took his house, he could only consider himself unlucky, because he knew that if the house was really taken by his uncle, he would never be able to get it back. I want a little bit.

But since he happened to come back today, it is absolutely impossible for his uncle to occupy his house.He pointed to the house whose roof was almost demolished behind him, and smiled: "Forget it, uncle, we are all one family. If you make my house like this, I won't ask uncle to pay for it."

Jianguo was gasping for breath, unable to refute Ling Yao's words, his face turned into a liver color, and he said gloomily: "Shake, look, you don't plan to live in the village for a long time, you want this house It's useless, otherwise, Uncle bought it from you, you see, Kunkun is getting married, and Uncle is short on money, can 2000 yuan be enough?"

Ling Yao almost laughed angrily, his uncle really had the nerve to speak up.Before he left the village, the villagers had to pay more than this price for a yard, and it was still two rooms wide. Besides, there was no inflation at that time.

His house is an old Zhuangzi, but it is three and a half rooms wide and nearly 70 meters long. There are no more than ten Zhuangzi as big as theirs in the village. It is said that his great-grandfather left it to his father, and his uncle's house belonged to his grandfather. .

Ling Yao shook his head, smiled and pulled his uncle's arm: "Uncle, it's not a question of how much money is. I still want to save this house for retirement. When I get old and retire, I will come back to live here. It's spacious and airy. That's fine too."

Jianguo looked at Ling Yao fiercely, thought for a while and said, "Yao Yao, what do you think, how about uncle's house leaving you a house for your retirement?"

Ling Yao resisted the urge to roll his eyes and spoke nicely.When I'm old, you don't know if I'm here anymore.

He resisted the urge to curse, and played the emotional card patiently: "Uncle, my dad left this room for me because he left early..." His voice was a little choked up as he spoke.

The spectators didn't dare to say much, shook their heads and sighed, telling Ling Yao to go to their house when they had time, and then walked away.Ling Yao's uncle is a hobgoblin in the village, and few people dare to mess with him.

Ling Yao looked at the anger in his uncle's eyes without hiding it.He pretended to be ignorant and said, "Uncle, do you think this is okay? You give Kunkun another yard in the village. As my brother, I will add 2000 yuan to him."

Jianguo was furious, and scolded Ling Yao bloody in his heart.Now the Zhuangzi in the village is not easy to plan. Not to mention the small place, the minimum cost is 3 yuan, and at least half a year has to wait.

He sighed, very painful.Looking at Ling Yao's house, such a big Zhuangzi almost belonged to his family.

Damn boy, I haven't been back for more than ten years, why didn't I die outside!Ling Jianguo thought viciously.Why did he come back at this time, and he couldn't find the land use certificate, and this kid is not good at anything.

Ling Yao saw his uncle's expression in his eyes, and sneered in his heart, but with a faint smile on his face, he pulled his uncle's arm: "Uncle, the roof has collapsed, and I still have to clean it, uncle, you If it's all right, help me tidy up quickly."

With a dark face, Ling Jianguo wrenched his arm out of Ling Yao's hand, "This...you see, uncle's homework is not finished yet..."

"That's fine, uncle, go home and do your work first. I'll clean up the house and go to your house to sit at night."

Ling Jianguo didn't speak anymore, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he turned and left.

Ling Yao looked at the master who was driving the excavator and smiled at him, "Master, this house will not be demolished anymore, you can go back."

The excavator master jumped out of the car, looked at Ling Yao, and went after Ling Jianguo again, asking, "Are you sure you won't demolish it?"

Ling Jianguo waved his hands angrily and said, "Forget it, forget it, we won't demolish it."

The excavator master smiled innocently, and said to Ling Jianguo: "Success, if you don't dig, you won't dig. Then the wages will be settled. It will delay me for a long time."

Ling Jianguo secretly thought it was bad luck with a dark face.