5278. Chapter 5278 Storm in the mountain village 5
Seeing this scene, the big men lying on the ground were all stunned. Zhuo Yifan didn't bother to care about their reactions, got directly into the car, and said to Song Yingjie, who was still in shock: "Don't be stunned.
Hurry up and drive, let's go to Shangwen Village. I want to see what kind of medicine that Lang Guoqing sells in his gourd?"
"Just leave them here like this?" Song Yingjie asked as he started the car and drove forward.
"Don't worry, I'm careful with my actions. They will only stay in the hospital for a few months at most!" Zhuo Yifan explained disapprovingly.
Not long after, the car drove into Shangwen Village, the destination of Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie's trip.
A village road will pass through the village. On both sides of the road, you can see some old houses and double-story buildings. Even at the foot of the mountain, you can see a few short adobe houses! You can see that this is the above
The economic situation of the village is not very good and development is relatively backward.
The car drove to a low-lying area in the center of the village and stopped. Song Yingjie turned to look at Zhuo Yifan and asked, "What are you going to do next?"
"Let's check the situation first!" Zhuo Yifan said, then opened the door and got out of the car.
Soon, the arrival of Zhuo Yifan and the others attracted the attention of some villagers in the village. Some people who looked like uncles and aunties stood at the door and looked around, with either angry expressions on their faces, or helplessness and bitterness.
, Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie frowned as they watched.
"It seems they don't welcome us!" Zhuo Yifan said with a helpless smile.
"Are you people sent by the Sanya Municipal Government?" At this time, a middle-aged uncle, carrying a shovel, came to Zhuo Yifan and asked with a hint of vigilance.
"Huh? Uncle, we are not from the government. I think you have misunderstood?" Zhuo Yifan asked with some surprise.
"You're not from the government? Then what are you doing in Shangwen Village? Stop lying to me. I'm telling you, you can go back and tell your leaders that if we can't give us reasonable compensation, we won't move!"
The middle-aged uncle didn't believe Zhuo Yifan's words at all, and snorted angrily.
"We are really not from the government. Uncle, can you tell me what happened in the village?" Zhuo Yifan frowned and then asked softly.
"Are you really not from the government?" The uncle looked at Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie suspiciously. Seeing that they were well-dressed, it was obvious that they still had some concerns. Of course, if they were really from the government, they would definitely be arrogant.
Angry, I wish everyone knew about it, but Zhuo Yifan and Song Yingjie denied it, which made the middle-aged uncle feel a little confused.
"We are just reporters from the newspaper. We heard that Shangwen Village was treated unfairly, so we came here to interview and record the truth. We want to get justice for you!" Zhuo Yifan quickly stopped Song Yingjie who was about to speak.
, explained to the middle-aged uncle.
"Are you a reporter?" The middle-aged uncle was stunned when he heard this, then put down the shovel on his shoulder and shouted to the villagers: "Come out quickly, reporters are here, they are here to help us redress our grievances. Everyone, hurry up
come out!"
Immediately afterwards, the whole village was in a commotion. Villagers came in twos and threes on the small roads in all directions, and soon dozens of people gathered.
"Which one of you is the village chief?" Zhuo Yifan asked with a frown. There were so many people talking all over the place, and he didn't know who to listen to.
"I am...I am the village chief. Friends from reporters, why don't you come and sit at my house. Although it is relatively simple, it is more convenient than talking outside!" The middle-aged uncle from before quickly ran forward and said,