"On what grounds are you charging here? This is a national road, it's the country's road!"
Ke Yunan stood angrily in front of the car, glaring at the villagers before her.
The entire road was blocked by a few bamboo poles, and several old men and women with wrinkled faces were lying across the road.
The leader, a sturdy man in his thirties, with his hands on his hips, sneered at her and said, "I don't care if it's a national road or a village road. Anyway, if it passes our village entrance, then it's ours. Your construction vehicles are running back and forth all day long, scaring our pigs so much that they won't give birth. You need to compensate us; a hundred bucks per trip, and don't think about passing if you don't pay!"
"Right, don't think about passing!"
"My cows aren't birthing either, you have to compensate us!"
"If you don't pay, don't think about passing!"
