The leader is a man in gray clothes and a pointed face.
He blocked the way and shouted: "No, are you leaving like this?"
"What about our losses?"
"Can't our compensation be written off just because the person is gone?"
"There is definitely no hope for this year's autumn harvest. I still have a family to support."
The man's voice was rough, and his eyes rolled back and forth on Wang Juren and Ye Chongwen.
The people outside the hall suddenly became excited and looked at them eagerly.
The injuries they suffered are not light. If they don't even get compensation, how will they live next?
Although Wang Juren was extremely sad and angry, he still understood the seriousness of the matter and said coldly: "We will discuss this matter later. Let the children take Mr. Ye home first."
"Then the Ye family doesn't care about this matter?" The man asked loudly: "Originally, Mr. Ye was in charge of the flood control and discharge matters. Now that there is a problem, the Ye family has to express something, right?"
The implication is that it is not that easy for the Ye family to cut off their relationship.
Some people came forward, holding two pieces of paper in their hands, and said in a trembling voice: "Wang Juren, there are only four people in my family. The eldest brother died, and now the land is gone."
"Wang Juren, will we really be compensated for the loss of our farmland?"
Wang Juren's breath was stagnant, and he swallowed his words again, looking at the man's uneasy expression and the tattered straw sandals on his feet.
"There will be." After a long time, Wang Juren said firmly and hoarsely, "But now the county magistrate has not been found, and Mr. Ye's body is still cold. The fellow villagers should let them leave first, and there will be an explanation afterwards."<
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Chen Ping's finger bones turned white. He just wanted to take the teacher out of here as soon as possible and wash and change the teacher's clothes.
But when he thought about the reason why these people stopped here and thought about the dozens of lives, his heart became even heavier.
The death and injury of family members and the loss of farmland are a disaster for this era.
Their demands are ruthless, but reasonable.
In fact, the common people didn't want to embarrass a few children, but the man's fierce voice attracted attention.
"Wang Juren, you have to speak with your conscience when you say this! Why would we embarrass children?"
Some government officials couldn't stand it and said, "Then get out of the way and let Mr. Ye leave!"
When the man tried to speak out again, Wang Juren glared angrily, "Get out of the way!"
After all, the man was a little afraid of this master of the people, and he looked at the subordinate without any trace.
The subordinate sneered and pointed his finger downward.
The man then stepped back with a straight face, but said in a strange tone: "Xiao Xianggong Ye, we all grew up drinking water from the Cang River. We are also very sad when Ye is old."
"But the fields in everyone's hands have been destroyed. If there is no compensation, won't everyone have to drink from the northwest wind at the end of the year?"
"Old Ye Renshan, you will definitely not make this guy miserable, right?"
My grandfather has merit!
If it weren't for the flood discharge channel, the flood peak would have directly washed away all the dams, and the entire Yongshun County would have been affected.
Ye Chongwen raised his eyebrows angrily and wanted to speak several times.
But Chen Ping held him down, knowing that no one would listen to their excuses at this time.
The government officials stepped forward to isolate the people on both sides and opened a way out for them.
Everyone was also afraid of the government and did not dare to stop him. They just watched with hesitation.
Chen Ping took note of the man's appearance, and together with He Qingxuan, they left the county government office, carrying Mr. Ye's stretcher like heirs supporting the coffin.
The three of them left without saying a word.
They gradually drifted away under the gaze of everyone, and the young figure had an inexplicable vicissitude.
Wang Juren wanted to comfort them, but he was also suffering from the pain of losing his loved ones.
Seeing that more and more people were gathering at the gate of the county government office, he picked up his official robe and wanted to leave this place of right and wrong.
However, the people who had dispersed just now blocked up again.
The leading man stared at him with sarcasm in his eyes.
"Wang Juren, why are you leaving without saying anything? Who will pay this compensation?"
The people are also anxious.
"That's right, Wang Juren, don't blame Xiao Xiao. Those few acres of land are our family's hope. If this area is in trouble, we...can't just sit back and rest."
"Moreover, County Magistrate Wang said he would pay compensation, and we all signed a written document!"
Seeing this, other people also raised their papers.
There were too many people at the scene, and some people took the opportunity to fan the flames.
The government officials did not dare to be too tough, after all, public anger is hard to offend.
Wang Juren is a scholar. At this moment, he lost a close relative. He was already at a loss. At this moment, he was even more angry and trembling all over.
This compensation was signed in the name of the county government, so it will naturally be borne by the county government.
But after all, he is not a member of the government and cannot overstep his authority.
But the chief clerk ignored him and the subordinates looked on without saying a word and allowed the situation to develop. How could he speak?
His face was green and white, and his heart was extremely sad.
It was late afternoon, and the county government's "Justice and Integrity" plaque cast a large shadow.
Wang Juren's vision was blurred and his heart was filled with despair.
The official robe in his hand is as heavy as a thousand pieces, and he can hardly hold it.
A tall and burly figure rushed to the county government office.
"The government will naturally provide compensation to the government!"
"Leave that receipt to me. When the county magistrate finds it, he will pay you a lot of money!"
"Even those who have no documented evidence but whose farmland has been washed away can still come to me!"
The momentum was as overwhelming as that of a tiger, and it instantly subdued the huge crowd.
The person coming is none other than Zhao Jin.
His face was covered with stubble, he looked tired, and his official robe had not been changed for several days.
At this time, he was holding an iron ruler and his eyes were like steel knives, piercing it in front of the county government gate.
Everyone was taken aback and subconsciously moved out of the way.
Zhao Jin didn't care about everyone's reaction, stepped forward and held Wang Juren's arm, carefully took the blood-stained official robe with one hand, and said loudly.
"When we were building roads, the county minister kept his word and never let you down!"
"The county magistrate is diligent and loves the people. He once made a great wish for the people of Yongshun County to live and work in peace and contentment. Therefore, I would like to ask you to trust the county magistrate again today."
"As long as the county magistrate comes back, the compensation that should be given to you will not be less!"
Wang Juren, who had always been serious, was now bursting into tears. He was so sad that his body could hardly support him.
He grabbed Zhao Jin's arm tightly and nodded fiercely.
The two walked away side by side.
This time, no one dares to stop me.
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Qingsong Town, Ye Family.
Mr. Ye was finally welcomed home.
But on this day, everyone in the Ye family was in mourning.
Ye Chongwen and Chen Ping personally changed Mr. Ye's clothes and wiped his body.
They also took out Mr. Ye’s favorite white crown from the cabinet, and the tears of both of them moistened their cheeks again.
"Chongwen." He Qingxuan walked in and asked softly, "The teachers and students from Huating Academy are here. How should the teacher's funeral be arranged?"
Ye Chongwen's parents died when he was young, and he lived with his grandfather.
If grandpa leaves, the Ye family can only take charge of it.
Ye Chongwen seemed unaware, and just removed the sand from his grandfather's nails time and time again.
Chen Ping said helplessly: "It should have been a big deal."
Ye Chongwen paused for a moment, then nodded, "Keep everything simple."
Too many people died in the flood-stricken county, and the accident in the flood channel also left a mark on people's hearts.
The respectful attitude of the officials in the county government is proof of this.
In these troubled times, I have no choice but to keep everything simple.