After I returned to the village, I discovered that my eldest brother Wang Dalong, in order to build a wedding house for his son, forcibly snatched our ancestral home which had the best location, and also pushed my wife and daughter into a mud pit, forcing us to live in a dilapidated cow shed at the end of the village that emitted marsh gas all year round! He united with the third grand-uncle to force me to exchange land. I didn't argue or make a fuss, and decisively signed a liability waiver! Because only I, who studied urban and rural planning, knew that this mud puddle at the end of the village would be included in the red line for expressway land requisition and demolition next month! I smashed pots and sold iron to build a six-story Western-style building comparable to an air-raid shelter in the mud, enduring the ridicule of the entire village. Until three months later, the red-headed demolition document was issued, and only my cow shed in the entire village was within the red line, compensated by tens of millions according to the area!