In Wen Ye's brief description before, Zhao Chang'an's memory was that in 37 years, in order to restrain the Japanese army's military pressure on North China, the Kuomintang launched the Battle of Shanghai and was defeated. The Kuomintang army was invaded by the Japanese army along the river and invaded west. Grandma Wen Ye's family of three crossed the river and fled. They were robbed in the mountain city. Only Grandma Wen Ye survived and was bought by Grandpa Wen Ye's grandfather as his grandfather's child bride.

The process seems simple and clear.

Now it seems that just listening to Wen Ye’s words ‘no matter how bloody and cold it is’, Zhao Changan knew that things were far from that simple.

"Wen Ye, now it is a society ruled by law. You can't go to the court to sue them with the grudges from sixty years ago. This seems that this matter now seems to be unsolvable except ignore them."

"Of course I know, grandma knows it too; but have you ever thought about it? They didn't know how they had the despicable things they did back then, why did they do it? They were so kind-hearted, the one who was in the treasure island was lying on the streets and alleys to make breakfast, run grocery stores, and pick up goods and ride tricycles. Why did they ignore it at all? But this time, it was so grand?"

Zhao Changan lit a cigarette: "You said."

"That fire was the one they fled to Europe that night. It seemed that not only many people died, but those very important things should also be burned by the fire."

Wen Ye said slowly: "That night, all the remaining masters of the Ye family Mingzhu were killed in battle; so far, there has never been a martial arts master in the Ye family in Europe. Moreover, the ancestral teaching of the Ye family is that the head of the family can be both literary and martial. Ye Jingtian, the generation of Ye Zi, actually joined the competition for the head of the family. Ye Jingtian was seriously injured by Ye Bai and could no longer practice martial arts. This is the first time in 60 years that the Ye family has clearly changed the direction of the wind."

"Damn, you said it the same as I read martial arts novels. You are so ok, aren't you so successful? Why do you feel useless? As for the bragging so mysterious!"

"Do you have a wooden chair that is not too thick next to you?"

"have."

"You are now angry with the Dantian."

A stream of hot stream like thin kite strings surged from Zhao Chang'an's dantian.

"Ankles into the ground."

Zhao Changan stepped on the wooden floor under his feet with both feet tightly.

"The Qi comes out of Tianshu, goes to Taiyi, - comes out of the left Neiguan, spreads the entire left palm."

Zhao Changan followed suit smoothly.

Wen Ye shouted over there: "Stop it!"

"Bang!"

Zhao Changan's feet tightly pressed against the wooden floor were whip handles, his legs were soft and his waist were straight and his spine was whip body with a long whip body, his left hand was like a long whip, and his left palm was whip.

He slapped hard on the surface of a poplar wood stool beside him.

"Click!"

I directly slapped a bench on the surface of this not too thin stool and exploded.

"Damn!"

Zhao Changan looked at his masterpiece in shock, and then a severe pain came from his left palm.

"Hiss~"

He took a cold breath to look at his left palm, which was as red as a monkey butt, and was swollen quickly: "Wen Ye, my hand is swollen!"

"It's okay, apply a little bruising cream and it will be fine for a few days; if you see it, this is the real power, although it is just a little bit of a claw. It's just that your body is too weak and you have to practice hard. Even if you can beat it out, the backlash on your body will be equally great."

Wen Ye said it lightly on the other side of the phone.

"Damn!"

Zhao Changan cursed angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Look, you doubt me to prove it, I prove it and you complain; if I had said you could take pictures earlier, would you still be doubting me to brag if you didn't take pictures?"

Wen Ye made Zhao Changan speechless and changed the subject: "You are ready to go back on Dragon Boat Festival, I'll be with you."

On the other side of the phone, Wen Ye was silent for a while and sighed, "Chang'an, we are still too weak."

"You are not nonsense. Their background has been accumulated for hundreds of years; it is the Lu family. In Africa, we have been in the bloody storm for twenty or thirty years. We have started from the pearl, and it has been less than a year since now."

"My physique, including the last conflict in the old fertilizer factory community, the Ye family should have noticed it and had speculation."

"The budget for a few more houses is added to the lakeside nursing home to exchange with the village department of your Wenjia Village now. The courtyard is closed and locked. I don't believe they dare to break in!"

Now that grandma Wenye lives in the village headquarters, if the Ye family members want to enter the village courtyard, visit and drink tea or have other purposes, there is no reason to stop it, whether it is Wenye or his grandma.

But if the village department can be replaced, then if the door is not opened, who can enter or cannot enter, it is Grandma Wen Ye who has the final say.

"How could it be too late? There are only twelve days to Dragon Boat Festival now."

Wen Ye is obviously not optimistic.

"That's because you don't really understand China's speed. Twelve days? For a house with only one floor, you can use red brick prefabricated roof to make it ok in ten days!"

"It doesn't match the building next to you?" Wen Ye still felt it was not easy to achieve.

"It's just that, the nursing home is ancient and ancient, the lotus pond rockery corridor is meticulously carved, and has the style of exquisite gardens in the Ming and Qing Dynasties; the red brick wooden door and prefabricated roof of the village on the side is also simply painted with white lime. Think about it, this strong contrast between exquisiteness and simplicity, can I not convince those relatives and village cadres of your relatives?"

Zhao Changan was so angry that he even forgot that his hands hurt.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Changan started to call the village department of Wenjia Village. After a long time, Grandma Wen Ye's voice came.

"Grandma, I'm Zhao Chang'an. Please call Rensheng with a loudspeaker, Uncle Shizhong, and say I have something to look for them. Well, well, Wen Ye is very good, and we are all very good,—"

soon,

Wenjia Village.

"Hey, hey, Ren is promoted to the branch secretary, Shizhong village chief, Chang'an, well, Zhao Chang'an calls you."

The sound of the loudspeaker ripples in the valley of Wenjia Village in the twilight.

Wen Rensheng, who was squatting under the big locust tree to scoop rice, was the two of Wen Shi who were in the Wen Shi, quickly put their rice bowls on the ground and walked towards the village on the mountainside with great strides.

Wen Rensheng also shouted and told his grandson: "Dan'er, be careful about the jobs of your third grandfather and me, don't call him a dog, a ox, a chicken, a scoundrel, a damn disaster!"

Zhao Changan soaked his congested left hand in cold water to relieve the pain.

He cursed Wen Ye indifferently, but he felt extremely excited in his heart.

The persuasion between real friends is always so direct and fierce, without leaving any softness.

There is no doubt that Wen Ye opened a door for him with this slap.

No matter how much Wen Ye bragged before, Zhao Changan still believed in strengthening his muscles and body. No matter how magical other things were, he completely sneered.

He couldn't believe before that he could even break the wooden board with one palm one day.

Now he really believes it.

——

After Zhao Changan called, he went to the school infirmary to get some ointment. It was already dark.

It's almost nine o'clock in the evening.

It was definitely not suitable to point at his left hand to pay back the money, so Zhao Changan decided to wait until tomorrow night to pay back the money.

I went back to the hotel, sat on the small chair in front of the bed, thinking about things.

Convinced the Wenjia Village team that Zhao Changan didn't need to talk too much, but he just completed the construction and relocation within twelve days. He hesitated, but he agreed happily.

After all, building a bungalow is not like building a building. You don’t need to lay a deep foundation. Tonight, you can dig out several complete shallow foundations with a depth of 0.5m overnight with a small excavator.

The foundation stone will be built tomorrow morning. In this kind of weather and low loading, the walls can be built in three days and the 3.5m-high walls can be built in two days.

At the same time, the floor is tapped.

After 5 days, you can put the prefabricated plates on them, then put steel bars on them, and pour a layer of concrete stones on site to hold these prefabricated plates firmly.

Wait for another three or four days.

The village department can move in first, and then slowly replenish it.

Zhao Chang'an sighed in his heart that the old people insisted on the Dragon Boat Festival to pass. If it were the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nursing home, Wen Ye's new house, and Lu Feifei's villa would be built.
Chapter completed!