Chapter 1396 - 1445: The Descent of the Celestial God
Li Yifei had already taken out his phone and started recording. He didn’t leave, initially curious about what had happened to the people of Cang Village. But seeing the way Li Musheng’s group behaved, and the solidarity of the Cang Village people, he was even more reluctant to leave. Not to mention anything else, just the sudden burst of anger from the Cang Village people had already piqued Li Yifei’s curiosity, wanting to study it. At this moment, Li Yifei could even distinctly feel the cold and fierce aura gathering over the heads of the Cang Village people, who were standing together, blocking the village gate.
So, he took out his phone to record the scene before him, for future use.
Threatened by Li Musheng, some people in Cang Village also hesitated, especially some women. Their men and children were working or studying outside, leaving only the elderly and women at home. Facing such threats, they felt most powerless. Upon thinking that they could live in apartment buildings might be a good deal, especially when hearing that taking the initiative could get them an extra ten square meters, they considered it a great benefit.
They hadn’t thought about whether those apartments even existed, or how many square meters they originally could have received.
Although shaken, they still chose not to leave the main group. Cang Village was a family-style village, with Seventh Uncle as the current clan chief. The old man usually dressed sloppily and was unkempt; otherwise, he wouldn’t be leaning against the door, sitting on the ground like a beggar basking in the sun. However, he still had considerable authority; he barely spoke, but when he did, the whole village listened. Today, he stood at the front, with a group of elderly men and women, their hunched spines straightened, their murky eyes shining. He was setting an example, and the young people in Cang Village were already passionately aroused, with the belief in defending their homeland growing in them. Even little kids were staring at the opposite side with hatred.
After Li Musheng finished speaking, he waited for a long time without seeing anyone coming out from the other side, which infuriated him. He angrily paced back and forth, pointing at the Cang Village people and cursing, "Fine, you won’t take the toast and want to drink the penalty wine instead, right? My patience is limited; I’ll give you three more minutes to think. Once time’s up, I’ll drive the bulldozer in. If you don’t step aside then, don’t blame me for running you over."
"I’ve said it before, there’s no treasure in Cang Village, and no golden head. Those graves are the resting places of the Cang ancestors. You already excavated a few places under the guise of archaeology last time, isn’t that enough? Do you have to dig up the whole Cang Village to be satisfied?" Seventh Uncle said, tears flowing uncontrollably as he thought of his failure to protect the ancestors’ graves, and now unable to hold the village.
"Exactly, the government can’t push people like this, digging up ancestral graves so righteously, it’s just too despicable."
"Seventh Uncle, we won’t waste words with them. If they dare come up, we’ll fight them. Even if we die and meet our ancestors, they won’t blame us!"