Female CEO’s Master Chapter 436: The Ancestral Temple cannot be demolished!
"Brother Chu, no..." Murong Yin seemed to have thought of something and whispered.
"Oh." Chu Jiang quickly stopped all his movements and smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry just now, sister."
Yes, in Chu Jiang's heart, Murong Yin has always been like his sister.
"No, I should say I'm sorry." Murongyin's beautiful face was full of red clouds, "I was not careful..."
Murong Yin finished speaking and got into the bed, then turned his face to the other side.
Chu Jiang took a deep breath, then secretly thought of relaxation, relaxation, relaxation... After the bottom gradually reset, Chu Jiang curled up on the sofa.
Just when they were about to go to bed, Chu Jiang and Murong Yin discovered a problem at the same time. There was only one quilt in the room.
Yes, it's just a quilt!
If you give it to Chu Jiang, Murongyin will definitely have a cold tomorrow, and you won’t be able to sing live if you have a cold.
If she left it to herself, she wouldn't bear the heart, how could she let her brother Chu sleep on the sofa without a quilt.
"Brother Chu, come on... come to sleep." Murongyin, "we... sleep one by one."
"Okay." Chu Jiang was not polite. He had hugged him, kissed him, and he was too polite.
You're welcome Chu Jiang also got into the quilt, but Murong Yin's head was facing east, and Chu Jiang's head was facing west.
It was the end of October, and the day difference in the countryside was still quite big. It was still quite cold at night, and occasionally a cool breeze blew in from the cracks in the red bricks, causing Murong Yin in the quilt to tremble.
"Sister Murong, are you cold?" Chu Jiang asked in a caring manner, and then joked, "Would you like Brother Chu to give you a warm hug?"
"Go, I'm warm, cold or cold." Murongyin rolled his eyes and vomited. Murongyin shivered slightly after speaking.
"In front of my brother, what to pretend." Chu Jiang turned his head, his head was facing east, and then he gave Murongyin a firm hug, and then resolutely said, "Don't worry. You are cheap."
Go, holding a beautiful woman like this is not taking advantage of it. It seems that only our brother Jiang can speak this kind of shamelessly.
"Yeah." Murong Yin, who was worried about catching a cold, replied softly, which was considered an agreement.
So he held it like this. After about ten minutes, Murongyin gradually fell asleep.
"I am the Yangtze River, I am the Yangtze River... I don't want to participate in the selection of the best female anchor of the year, don't..." When Chu Jiang was about to fall asleep, Murong Yin began to choke in dreams.
After listening to this, Chu Jiang remembered that it was already the final deadline for the third round at 12 o'clock tonight, so he smiled slightly and took out his mobile phone to operate it for a while.
suddenly, Chu Jiang had an impulse to wake Murong Yin and tell Murong Yin that I was the Yangtze River.
"Brother Chu, Brother Chu...Do you like Qingcheng or me... Brother Chu..." Murong Yin started another dream.
It turned out that this girl liked me as the Yangtze River and at the same time she liked Brother Chu in her heart. Chu Jiang's heart warmed and she held Murong Yin tighter.
When you hold hands with a woman, time slips away from that woman’s beautiful legs; when you kiss a woman, time slips away from that woman’s lips; when you kiss a woman When the woman hugs, time slips away from the woman's twin peaks.
Brother Jiang, with a warm heart, hugged Murongyin until dawn.
When he woke up the next day, Murong Yin was still in his arms, looking at him with big clear eyes.
"Are you reluctant to leave Brother Chu's embrace?" Chu Jiang joked.
"Go!" Murongyin rolled his eyes and broke free of Chu Jiang's embrace, "Virtue."
When left Chu Jiang's arms, she seemed to feel a little bit of loss in her heart, perhaps lamenting that the story on the bed last night did not develop in depth.
"Hey, why is it so noisy outside?" Chu Jiang also stood up.
"Yes, it should be the person who demolished the ancestral temple is here again." Murongyin combed his hair quickly, "We will go out and have a look later."
"Okay." Chu Jiang is quite interested in rural affairs. Besides, the big talk has already been said yesterday, and he wants to seek justice for Murongyin's father.
came out of the room, Murongyin's sister-in-law and parents were gone.
"Let’s eat a bowl of porridge, and then go take a look." Murong Yin said as he served a bowl of porridge for Chu Jiang, and also a bowl for himself.
Turnip greens and white porridge are very refreshing. Chu Jiang ate two bowls, and Murong Yin only ate one bowl, so they set off.
Everyone in the village rushed in one direction, and Murong Yin took La Chujiang's hand and rushed in that direction.
"Get up!" Chu Jiang exerted a little effort, and Murongyin followed Chu Jiang with his feet non-sticky.
Murongyin looked at Chu Jiang next to him in surprise, but Chu Jiang was walking like a Xin Ting, his face was not red, and he was not breathing.
Chu River followed the flow of people and soon came outside the ancestral shrine of Murong's family.
There are almost a thousand people in Murongyin, almost all of whom have the surname Murong. They share an ancestral shrine, the Murong family ancestral shrine.
Murong Family Ancestral Temple is located in a relatively remote place outside the village. There is a courtyard house built inside a large wall, covering an area of hundreds of square meters, with mountains on both sides.
To put it plainly, the Murong Family Ancestral Temple was built in a mountain col. It is better to have a feng shui to build an ancestral temple like this.
Chujiang and the others rushed, hundreds of people were already surrounded by Murong's ancestral shrine, and they were full of voices.
"The Ancestral Temple cannot be demolished, and no money can be demolished! The Ancestral Temple cannot be demolished, and no money can be demolished!" People shouted excitedly and waved weapons such as poles, hoes, and sickles in their hands.
"Uncle, has the Xinran Group come again?" Murong Yin asked a familiar villager.
"Yes!" The villager sighed, "If we don't demolish our ancestral shrine, they will have to build a tunnel several kilometers long. It seems that they have made it hard and soft with us!"
"But this is our ancestral shrine, how can we say that we dismantle it!" Murong Yin also said indignantly.
"Yes, how can the ancestral shrine for hundreds of years be moved at will." The people around said excitedly.
"Our Murong family don't agree, they still dare to demolish it?" Murong Yin asked suspiciously.
"But our patriarch agreed, and what we said is for the overall situation. To put it bluntly, our patriarch just used other people's benefits!" An uncle took the stubbornly and said.
"Yes, the ancestral temple can't be demolished, and the money can't be demolished!" Then the uncles and aunts followed up and shouted slogans~IndoMTL.com~Murongyin and Chu Jiang found Murongyin's father and asked. Murong Jun's situation is almost the same as the previous uncle and aunt said.
"At this moment, more than a dozen villager representatives are negotiating with the patriarch’s family, all of them are inside, and behind the patriarch’s family are dozens of people on the road, all holding weapons, looking fierce and evil." Murong Jun While speaking, he pointed to the inside of the ancestral hall.
"Dad, you are hurting your head. Go back!" Murongyin looked at several people wearing bandages around him. It is estimated that they were injured at the same time as his father.
"It's okay, I'll take a look." Murong Jun shook his head and said, "Stay at home and don't know anything. It's harder."
"Okay, be careful yourself." Murongyin looked concerned, and said to Chu Jiang, "Brother Chu, let's go inside and take a look."
"Okay." Chu Jiang took Murong Yin's hand, squeezed for a while, and entered the Murong Family Ancestral Hall.
" Folks, folks, we must have a big picture. The country’s need to build highways next to our village is very beneficial to our village. The relocation of the ancestral temple can at least save the country hundreds of millions. Even billions of dollars in financial resources!" A patriarch in his 60s and 70s was talking loudly, with a righteous and awe-inspiring appearance.
"Do you save money for the country or for the contracting company?" a tall middle-aged villager said with a sickle in his hand.
"..." The patriarch was immediately speechless. js3v3