Crossing 1992: Contracting a barren mountain and becoming a huge demolition household

Ye Wenhui didn't hear it. She was listening attentively to Aunt Zhou's gossip next to her.

Ye Ke, his aunt, and his younger aunt were not much better off, so they also lingered over and listened quietly.

My uncle was whispering something to the village chief, and no one's attention was on the staff.

My uncle looked around and rubbed his eyebrows.

This family will break up without me.

He nudged Ye Wenhui with his elbow and said, "Sister, they're calling you!"

He pursed his lips to signal Ye Wenhui to the staff in front. Ye Wenhui was listening intently and was startled by his retort. Then she heard the staff shouting again.

"Who is Ye Wenhui? Didn't she come?"

Ye Wenhui raised her hands high, pushed aside the group of people blocking her way, and squeezed into the encirclement with difficulty. "I'm coming, I'm Ye Wenhui."

It's no wonder she didn't hear it; the noise around them was too loud, everyone was too happy to contain themselves. Although they didn't dare to argue loudly in front of the staff, they couldn't avoid whispering.

The discussion of one or two people will not have any impact, but the discussion of ten or twenty people will cause a lot of chaos.

The village chief saw the staff frowning and quickly stood up and shouted, "What are you arguing about? Are you still going to divide the houses?"

I don’t know if it was because of the village chief’s intimidation or the house’s allure, but now everyone finally fell silent.

The staff member looked at the village chief gratefully and extended his hand to Ye Wenhui, "Show me your ID."

Ye Wenhui handed over her ID card and household registration booklet, and at this time Ye Ke finally squeezed in.

After verifying the information, the staff took out a document and asked Ye Wenhui to start choosing a house. "Your family's available area is 400 square meters, and the inside..."

"Why should her family choose first?" A dissatisfied questioning voice came from the crowd.

Ye Ke's forehead twitched violently, and he looked at Aunt Zhou, who thought she had hidden herself well, along with everyone else.

My aunt was so angry that she laughed, "Zhou Chunmei, do you think everyone is as stupid as you? Can't they hear your voice?"

Aunt Zhou's voice is not special, but her tone of voice is quite distinctive. In order to attract everyone's attention, she always raises and lengthens the tone of the words she wants to emphasize, for fear that everyone will not understand the meaning of her words.

For example, in the question just now, she emphasized the two words "her home".

When Aunt Zhou saw that everyone was looking at her, she knew she hadn't hidden it, so she simply laid it out, "So what? I have questions, but I can't ask them anymore?"

Ye Ke curled his lips and snorted, "Of course you can ask questions if you have any, but you can't be unreasonable. We stipulated that whoever measured first gets to choose first, so it's only right that my family chooses first."

"That's right!" Aunt-in-law and Ye Wenhui agreed at the same time.

My aunt also stood up to support me, "Respectable people always follow the rules, but they won't favor anyone who makes a fuss. There are so many people taking pictures in front of you. You can't expect everyone to give way just because you make a fuss, right?"

Aunt Zhou is notoriously noisy, especially when it comes to her own interests. She will make a fuss even if she is wrong. Everyone gets a headache when they see her.

My aunt was afraid that the staff would be weak-willed or would give in to calm things down, so she stepped forward and turned the conflict in her family into a conflict among everyone.

Sure enough, when the people around heard this, they who had originally kept a distance from the matter began to criticize it.

"That's right, it's already been booked, how can you change it just because you want to?" shouted a person who was queuing behind the Ye family to choose a house.

"Of course they are. They were afraid of losing out when they were measuring, so they were not proactive. Now that they have something to gain, they come out and make a fuss." A person who was standing in front of Aunt Zhou spoke up.

Aunt Zhou curled her lips in the face of everyone's outrage and said, "Alright, I just asked casually. Did I say anything else?"

She was just trying to take advantage of the situation, whether it was a good opportunity or not. If she could get something, that would be great, but if she couldn't, it wouldn't be a loss either. What did her face matter? She had long since given up on it.