Independent Black Eagle Chapter 1: Family War
Yuan Mountain Village was located on the edge of City A, not far from the bustling metropolis. Despite years of reform, this small village remained poor and backward. Recently, the government proposed the slogan “Renovate old cities, revitalize new cities,” completely transforming the old city. The surrounding villages and farmlands had been purchased by the government to prepare for urban expansion.
Yuan Mountain Village was selected for this development. Some families were excited to escape their struggles and join city life, while others worried about how their interests might tear apart once-harmonious families.
“Ping pong” – sounds came from the second floor. Wang Qingmei looked up, her wrinkled face expressing helplessness. She felt powerless to change the situation that unfolded daily, sometimes even waking them at night.
Jing Xin looked up from her book: “Mom, stop sighing. I’ll go tell my brother that I don’t want the house.”
“Wang Qingmei stood up and stopped her, ‘Jing Xin, Mom won’t allow you to do this. I never balanced this bowl of water properly. You and Jing Rong are both children of the Tian family. When the old house is demolished, what belongs to your brother also belongs to you. No one can change that.’ Her voice was resolute.
The sound upstairs suddenly went quiet. Jing Xin felt her sister-in-law must be listening.
Her mother continued: ‘Three houses were allocated. One must be given to you, one to your brother, and I’ll live in one. When I die, this house will go to your brother. What else can she say? She’s always causing a scene.’ Wang Qingmei was pushed to her limit by her daughter-in-law’s recent tantrums.
As soon as she finished speaking, a figure rushed down from upstairs, shouting: ‘Who are you calling unreasonable? You don’t earn a penny, using our things, spending our money, and still want to give houses to outsiders. Tell me, who’s being unreasonable?’
Jing Xin sighed helplessly. Her sister-in-law was notorious in the village for her sharp tongue.
Her brother also came down, looking worn and dejected. He timidly tugged at his wife’s sleeve, mumbling: ‘Ai Ping, please stop. Don’t let the neighbors hear and laugh.'”
