On the day of his son's wedding, village bully Meng Zhankui's wedding cars were blocked at the village entrance by six excavators. It was not someone seeking revenge, but me, Shen Yangeng, coming with a yellowed land deed and a confirmation letter from the land office. Thirty years ago, you moved the boundary marker and occupied four point eight meters of our family's land. Today, in front of the whole village, we are driving in stakes, acknowledging the debt, and signing for compensation. Meng Zhankui wanted to smash his mobile phone and push the cars, but they were all stopped. His son crouched by the wedding car and begged him, Dad, agree to it. If we don't go now, this wedding won't happen!