Zhang Jingsong was a little disbelief: "You are policemen! With you here, they dare?"

"The police are not omnipotent," Hu Pingtao said coldly: "What's your name? It's just that you're going to be a mourning hall closed at home, but you're still so full of fanfare, afraid that others won't know?"

Before Zhang Jingsong could answer, the old lady Liu Min's sharp accusation came again in the air: "You just don't have a good intention, just hope that I will die soon!"

This seemed like a signal, and all the older onlookers in the corridor immediately agreed and cursed.

"A good house, it's a mess."

"Old Liu is right, this kid just doesn't have a good intention."

"No wonder I've been sick all the time. I went to the hospital for a while and I didn't get better after taking a lot of medicine. I've been doing it for a long time here."

"This house is about Feng Shui. If he does this, no matter how good the house is, it will be ruined. How can you live in this way?"

Faced with the stormy accusation, Zhang Jingsong became anxious. He stood up behind Hu Pingtao, his face flushed, and he argued loudly at the top of his voice.

"What are you talking nonsense? This is my own house, I can do whatever I want. I spend hundreds of thousands of dollars and I am willing to do it. This is my home. Even if I treat the house as a garbage dump, that is my business. What does it have to do with you?"

The old lady Liu Min was furious and strode forward, standing less than half a meter away from Zhang Jingsong. It was too close, and the tips of the two almost touched each other.

"Even if it's your house, you can't do whatever you want. Every household has an elderly person upstairs and downstairs. You, you, you... are you cursing us to die!"

One sentence aroused the anger of the old people present again.

"Old Liu is right. This kid just hopes that we will die soon."

"Tear the things he had stuck to the door and burn them all."

"Get out, you are not welcome here."

Zhang Jingsong was also angry when he was scolded. Although he was shocked and scared, he turned around and ran to the door, put his hands on his hips to block everyone, looking like he was willing to do so.

"I want to see who dares to do it?" He sneered disdainfully: "What do you want to do? Blast and loot? Do you think it's great if there are too many people? The police are here. Now it is a society ruled by law. Whoever dares to do it will go to jail."

Hu Pingtao and Tan Tao looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

Tan Tao lowered his voice: "I didn't see that this guy is quite smart."

Hu Pingtao said: "Split them apart first and try to persuade them as much as possible!"

After saying that, he turned around and walked to Zhang Jingsong and asked seriously: "What's your name? You can't live in a good house, and you have to do it like this. You must have an explanation for this matter today, otherwise we can't suppress it, and no one can help you at that time."

This is half true and half false.

Zhang Jingsong panicked as soon as he heard this: "Police Officer, you can't let go! I... I have difficulties."

Hu Pingtao's tense face eased slightly: "Then tell me, I'll listen."

Zhang Jingsong quickly explained. He sighed and his mood suddenly became depressed: "The cemetery is expensive now... My father left last year. According to my original idea, I planned to bury him in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city. But the land price there is too expensive, just one square meter, which costs 200,000 yuan. The remote places are also expensive, with a better environment of more than 100,000 yuan, and the worst one is more than 60,000 yuan. Moreover, those cemeteries are smaller, only half a square meter, and even smaller, only three square meters."

"The land is getting more and more valuable, and the dead are fighting for it. The old saying goes: Be in peace. My father worked hard all his life and I also want to find him a better cemetery. But my ability is limited. My wife quarreled with me several times over the cemetery."

Hu Pingtao was a little confused: "It is the greatest death of people, and it is the best to be buried in the soil. This is normal, what's there to be arguing about?"

Zhang Jingsong tiptoed and secretly looked at the old people who were blocked by Tan Tao through Hu Pingtao's shoulders. He swallowed hard and whispered with a bitter face: "You don't know, I get a salary at the unit, which costs only a few thousand yuan a month. My wife resigned from her job after she got pregnant two years ago. Later, she gave birth to a baby, and the money for a month-on-month milk powder is not a decimal. Now I rely on me to support my family... I just buy a cemetery, which is equivalent to half a suite in the city!"

Hu Pingtao nodded slightly: "So you are thinking about offering urns at home?"

Zhang Jingsong continued to sigh: "If I just spend some money, I will admit it. After all, that's my dad. No matter how filial I have, I still have this little filial piety. But the problem is, this cemetery is not as simple as it seems. It is not a one-time buyout, and it only has a service period of twenty years at most. Once the time comes, the contract will be renewed. Let's talk about the cemetery that I like in the suburbs of the city! Two hundred thousand per period, ten thousand yuan a year. Who can stand this kind of approach?"

Hu Pingtao could only nod his head silently. This was not a limit that the police could govern, and it was not convenient for him to comment.

Zhang Jingsong took a deep breath, and the volume was lower than before: "I also thought about buying only one period and burying the ashes there without moving, no matter how the cemetery management office urged him. Anyway, I have paid the money, what can you do to me?"

"But this is not possible! I have a friend who does this. But the cemetery doesn't care about it at all... guess what, people only look at the time. If you don't renew the contract or pay when it expires, they will dig the grave directly, dig out the ashes, and call to notify you to come and claim it."

"The person made it very clear on the phone: Anyway, it has been dug out. If you don't claim it within a week, you will be sprinkled as fertilizer according to regulations."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jingsong sighed a little: "Twenty-hundred thousand is the most expensive, but even a cemetery worth tens of thousands of yuan per phase is difficult for me to accept. I can't save much money throughout the year. If I spend it all in this regard, what should my wife and son do? Will I drink the northwest wind?"

"My father is in poor health and left early. Although my mother is not sick now, who can tell what happened next? When people get older, they will be hospitalized if they are not careful. The old saying goes, "Seventy-three, eighty-four, the King of Hell will not invite himself to go." Although this cemetery can be buried together with parents, it is a lot of money after all!"

Zhang Jingsong licked his lips, hesitated for a while, and continued: "Kuihe Community is a newly developed property. Although it is far from the city, the environment is good and the housing price is only 6,000 per square meter. The one I bought is a small apartment, more than 50 square meters, plus deed taxes, and so on. My son went to school and usually lives in an old house in the city. I thought that instead of spending hundreds of thousands to buy the cemetery for twenty years, it is better to buy a house here directly. Anyway, I don't come here very much, and I never thought about using this house for rent. If you should be filial to the elderly, you should be filial and have a spacious place for my father... I made this house very cheap, and I made it waterproof, and the walls were scraped casually. Thick curtains were hung in the house all year round, so the sun could not shine in."

"Actually, I'm not just doing this. I've asked, and many people do this. Let's talk about the newly opened community in the east! The opening price is more than 5,000, but it's actually only 4,020 yuan. The main reason is that the location is far away and the transportation is inconvenient, but many people who buy houses there are outsiders."

"Like me, they buy houses not for living people at all, they are used to store ashes."

"Police officer, I really didn't think about causing trouble on purpose. This person, no one can escape from birth, old age, sickness and death. Since ancient times, we have emphasized "the dead are the greatest". In the past, there were coffins, but now they are cremated. Only ashes are left after a fire. The country also advocates cremation, but ashes have become more and more expensive. Those people in the cemetery are really unwilling to do it! The business of the dead is getting bigger and bigger. I spent hundreds of thousands to buy a residential house, and the property rights are 70 years. After the expiration, I just need to pay the relevant fees. I use this house to put the ashes, and there is no so-called cemetery management fee for every 20 years... It's so cost-effective!"

What he said was reasonable and well-founded, and Hu Pingtao could not find a reason to refute it.

More importantly, Zhang Jingsong's actions did not violate the law.

After thinking for a while, Hu Pingtao said seriously: "Even if that's the case, what you did is a little over."

As he said that, he raised his hand and pointed at the door frame: "Look, you have painted the whole door white, and you still pasted those words in the middle... After doing this, a good house was turned into a grave."

"The white flowers on the door and the word "Dian". Do you think this is appropriate?"

"And that couplet, candle string money, etc.... Tell me, what do you think of your neighbors?"

Zhang Jingsong also knew that he was in the wrong, so he focused his attention a few times, but he was still a little stubborn: "...I...I didn't do this intentionally. I...I learned from others."

Hu Pingtao stared at him and asked, "Who did you learn from?"

Zhang Jingsong replied: "It's the community in the east. There are six-story houses on the other side, and there is also a garden of about ten square meters on the first floor. The River Kwai community is far enough, and there is a distance from here and there is no bus connection. But the houses there are sold better than here. I thought it's very strange, so I went to take a look... Guess what, the best houses sold there are on the first floor. When they bought them, they dug a hole in the garden, buried the urns, and piled them into graves outside."

Hu Pingtao was stunned when he heard this, and also expressed doubts: "It's impossible! Do you care about the property in the community?"

Zhang Jingsong scoffed at this: "Those people were very cunning. When they were buried, they piled up graves and planted grass directly on the soil. The whole garden looked decent, with trees planting next to the graves and flowers. They specially bought long landscape stones, built characters on the front of the graves and the engravings were very small. If they didn't walk in and got close, they wouldn't see what was written on it at all."

After saying this, Hu Pingtao understood: "What you mean is that it looks like a garden on the surface, but in fact it has changed its purpose."

Zhang Jingsong nodded: "Now they advocate keeping pace with the times. Anyway, they just find a place for the deceased elderly people. They come to see them every Qingming Festival and winter solstice, but they don't usually stay... Besides, when visiting the grave, the cemetery was crowded to death, and there was no parking space. It would be better to be spacious at your own home and do whatever you want."

When he spoke, Hu Pingtao was not idle either. He turned on his mobile phone and searched for relevant policies on cemetery management.

The "twenty-year contract renewal" mentioned by Zhang Jingsong does exist. According to the regulations in the "Ceurope Management Measures": those who bury ashes in commercial cemeteries should pay the tomb burial management fee according to regulations. The tomb management fee is charged annually, and the one-time fee shall not exceed twenty years. If the period is continued to be used after the period, the fee will still be paid. If the fee is not paid for three months after the deadline, it shall be treated as the unowned tomb.

Zhang Jingsong was a little depressed: "Police Officer, I didn't mean to cause trouble. I really couldn't do anything about it. Tell me, you need to worry about the house and be a house slave when you are alive. When you are old and die, you have to worry about another "house". I... I'm really hard... it's really hard."

"The right to use the cemetery has only been twenty years, and the option to buy a house is seventy years. It is clear at first glance which one is more important."

"I have checked that buying commercial housing is used as a "collar house" is not illegal."

Hu Pingtao followed his words: "Yes, it's not illegal. But it's unreasonable for you to do this."

After pausing, he continued: "Your neighbor can choose to call the police, and we must also come to the scene to handle it. This falls into the category of civil disputes, we can only persuade them, but cannot force them to deal with them... Let's say so! This matter requires you to negotiate with each other."

Zhang Jingsong became anxious again: "This is my house, I have the final say."

Hu Pingtao said seriously: "Have you ever considered other people? You have also seen that not only this building, but also other residents in the community expressed opposition. There are many people and great power. After all, the housing prices and reputation of the community are related to the interests of each owner. If you hold a meeting of owners and keep asking you to move out or remove the ashes, what do you think you should do?"

Zhang Jingsong's eyes were a little red, and he said hatefully: "They dare!"

Hu Pingtao reiterated the facts in a steady tone: "Like you, they have not committed any illegal crimes. To be fair, your actions have had a great impact on the normal lives of residents of the River Kwai community. Both you and them can require legal help, but the core of solving the problem is still on your side."

"I think both of you should take a step back! You should deal with these things on the door frame, don't be so exaggerated. As for setting up tables in the room and offering sacrifices, it is your freedom to close the door."

These words are reasonable and well-founded, and Zhang Jingsong is not a arrogant and unreasonable person. He thought for a long time and nodded slowly.

After persuading this place, Tan Tao's side was not going well.

The main reason is that the old lady Liu Min said that she would drive Zhang Jingsong away no matter what, and she kept saying, "This community only has living people, not dead people."
Chapter completed!