fictionpage Chapter 399 An Unexpected Incident During the Clan's Compilation of Histories Leads to the Disc
Chapter 399 An Unexpected Incident During the Clan's Compilation of Histories Leads to the Disc
The lively atmosphere of the long street banquet had not yet completely dissipated.
Under the century-old banyan tree at the entrance of the village, several stone tables were crowded together.
Jiang Chen had just wandered over when he heard a deafening argument.
Grandpa Jiang Wanshan was holding an iPhone 15 Pro and was headbutting an old man with a goatee next to him.
The old man was Jiang Baichuan from the village, and he was of a very high generation.
Jiang Wanshan stared wide-eyed and banged his pipe loudly.
"Are you getting senile?"
"Life in the village was just getting a little better, why bother with all this nonsense?"
"Why bother compiling a village chronicle? Isn't that just a waste of time?"
Jiang Baichuan refused to accept this and shoved his phone screen into Jiang Wanshan's face.
"Look!"
"When I'm scrolling through short videos, I see those wealthy families—which one doesn't have a thick family genealogy book and county gazetteer?"
"Our Jiangjia Village is now a well-known demonstration base in the province; the village chronicle is its very face!"
"Without this, people will say we're nouveau riche, lacking in culture!"
Beside him, the pedantic scholar Jiang Jianwen cracked sunflower seeds while fanning the flames.
"Oh, Uncle Jiang, Uncle Baichuan is right."
"Look, now that the tourists have come, all they do is eat and play."
"If we could produce a well-researched village history, wouldn't our status immediately rise?"
Jiang Jianwen spoke with a swaying head, looking completely self-assured.
Jiang Chen walked over, overheard the gist of the conversation, and couldn't help but chuckle.
This is actually quite simple.
He put down the revitalized spring water in his hand and patted Jiang Wanshan on the shoulder.
"Grandpa, Uncle Baichuan, stop arguing."
"If we're going to compile a village history, let's compile the best one possible."
Jiang Wanshan glanced at Jiang Chen and said irritably, "What do you know? This is a serious historical compilation, not a dinner party!"
Jiang Chen smiled, didn't reply, and directly took out his phone to dial the number of the county history office.
"Hello, is this Director Wang? This is Jiang Chen from Jiangjia Village."
"Yes, I want to compile a local history book for the village, with a budget of two million."
"We need the most professional team. Let's get started now, the sooner the better."
On the other end of the phone, Director Wang's voice quickly changed from shock to excitement.
"Boss Jiang! Don't worry, I'll personally lead the team!"
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Chen looked at the group of people who were still in a daze.
"The expert we hired for two million will arrive this afternoon."
"You can discuss with the experts what kind of repairs you want."
Jiang Baichuan was stunned, speechless for a long time.
Two million? For a lousy local history?
Jiang Jianwen dropped the melon seeds in his hand, his eyes widening like saucers.
Jiang Chen's spending habits are truly eye-opening.
In the afternoon, two Coaster buses with government license plates stopped in front of the old ancestral hall.
Five or six elderly experts dressed in Zhongshan suits, carrying professional scanning equipment, plunged into the dusty old ancestral hall.
That was a forbidden area in Jiangjia Village that no one had touched for decades.
The air was filled with the smell of rotting wood and mold.
Wang Dagou led several strong men to pry open the rotten wooden boxes one by one.
"Be careful!"
An elderly expert wearing thick-rimmed glasses squatted on the ground, holding precision tweezers in his hand.
He flipped through a pile of rotten old books and carefully pulled out a yellowed piece of cardboard.
The paper was somewhat torn at the edges, but it was sturdy and had several illegible stamps on it.
The old expert stared at the paper for a long time, his whole body trembling with excitement.
He slapped his thigh hard, his voice trembling.
"A miracle! This is absolutely a miracle!"
"This is a land deed from the early years of the Republic of China! It's so well preserved!"
Jiang Wanshan curiously leaned over, put on his reading glasses, and took a look.
The light in his cloudy old eyes suddenly changed.
"This is……"
Jiang Wanshan's fingers traced the words on the land deed, his voice trembling with a hint of tears.
"This land was left behind by our Jiang family ancestors!"
He pointed shakily to a spot on the land deed.
"It's right over in Qingshui Town; it's a golden opportunity!"
"I remember my dad saying that there's a spring there that can cure all diseases, and it's also a place with excellent feng shui!"
"Later, during a period of chaos, that land was forcibly seized, and our Jiang family was never able to get it back."
Jiang Wanshan spoke, his eyes reddening.
This is not just a land deed; it's a regret from our ancestors.
Jiang Chen stood to the side and glanced at the boundary markings on the paper.
That place wasn't far from Jiangjia Village; it was now a wasteland, covered with what looked like some shabby junk.
"Since it's an heirloom from our ancestors, we won't let outsiders take it."
Jiang Chen didn't think it was anything difficult.
He looked at Jiang Wanshan and said in a calm tone, "Grandpa, don't be sad."
"We'll take this land back."
"No matter the cost, we must take Jiangjia Village back!"
Jiang Chen turned his head directly to look at Wang Dagou.
"Da Gou, go get the Maybach."
"Take some people and go to Qingshui Town to see who is currently using this land."
"Bring plenty of cash with you. If the other party is reasonable, we'll get it done."
"If they're unreasonable..."
Jiang Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing an enigmatic smile.
"Then let him know that our Jiang family's land is not something just anyone can take advantage of."
Wang Dagou immediately patted his chest and guaranteed it.
"Don't worry, Brother Chen, I'll make sure you know everything about that piece of land!"
"If anyone dares to block my way, I, Wang Dagou, will be the first to object!"
The roar of the Maybach's engine echoed at the village entrance.
Wang Dagou, carrying several capable brothers, drove briskly towards Qingshui Town.
At the entrance of the old ancestral hall.
Jiang Baichuan and Jiang Jianwen looked at each other in bewilderment.
Jiang Jianwen stared at the land deed, his mind racing with unseen schemes.
"This...this is an old land deed! If we can really get it back, it's worth several hundred acres of land!"
"Jiang Chen, that kid, he's got some really wild methods up his sleeve."
Jiang Wanshan listened to their words, ignoring the two men, and simply watched the departing car.
He knew that his grandson was about to do something big again.
Qingshui Town is only half an hour's drive from Jiangjia Village.
Wang Dagou sat in the car, looking at the increasingly dilapidated scenery outside the window, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.
This place doesn't look like a feng shui treasure land left by our ancestors at all.
Instead, it was filled with the smell of various industrial waste residues.
The car stopped outside a wall.
Wang Dagou got out of the car and was completely stunned by the scene before him.
This large area of land has been fenced off and turned into a waste recycling station.
Everywhere was covered in black oil stains, and there was an extremely pungent burnt smell.
You can even see sewage seeping directly into the ground.
If that legendary sacred spring still existed, it would probably have been completely destroyed by this polluted water long ago.
Wang Dagou was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.
Is this the legacy of our ancestors?
It's being used as a garbage dump?!
He took out his phone and dialed Jiang Chen directly.
"Brother Chen, something terrible has happened."
"That land was taken over by an old thug named Biaozi, who turned it into a large-scale scrap metal recycling station."
"It's a complete mess inside, a disgrace to our ancestors' sacred land!"
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Chen's voice was completely flat.
"I see."
Send me your location.
"I'm going over there right now to see just how dirty this place is."
At this moment.
At the entrance of the waste recycling station.
A man with a muscular face was picking his teeth under a tree, shirtless.
He wore a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck; this was Biaozi, the local tyrant of Qingshui Town.
He looked at the black Maybach approaching in the distance, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
Even if he sold his dilapidated land ten times over, he still couldn't afford this kind of car.
The fat sheep has arrived.
Biaozi spat out the toothpick, chuckled, and waved to the henchmen behind him.
"Brothers, get your knives ready."
"A big fish has taken the bait! Looks like this land will fetch a good price today!"
The Maybach came to a steady stop at the entrance of the junkyard, which was filled with nails and scrap metal.
Jiang Chen pushed open the car door.
He frowned even before his feet touched the ground.
The air here is filled with a nauseating musty smell.
He glanced around.
This isn't land! This is clearly a gold-devouring garbage dump!
Biaozi, who was standing not far away, was staring at Jiang Chen, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.
"Oh, so this is the rich boss from Jiangjia Village?"
"She looks delicate and easy to talk to."
Biaozi sneered.
He had no idea what kind of opponent he was about to face.
Jiang Chen looked up, his gaze sharp as he looked at the desolate wasteland covered in rubble.
He's determined to get this land.
Anyone who dares to block the way will have to pay the price.