This is a real thing that happened in our village, and it happened last year.
Our village is very large, with more than 300 families. A wide road divides our village into two sides, half south and half north.
One day, the village party secretary posted a message in the group that the village was going to build a road. Everyone was very happy and said that it was a great thing. The road construction in the village has been talked about for many years, and now that the construction is finally about to start, how can you not be happy.
The excavator entered the village early the next morning and leveled the ground first. The old and young masters of the village came to watch, everyone had a smile on their faces, this road construction means that they are no longer afraid of going out to step on mud on rainy days, and they are not afraid of getting stuck in the car on rainy days.
The roads in the village were dug up, and the excavators began to dig the roads outside the village again. The road outside the village is the road that leads to the field.
This time, the worst part of the road leading from the outside of the village to the field is also planned. But when the excavator master drove the machine there and was about to level the road, a woman in the village intervened to stop her, lying on the ground in front of the excavator and refusing to get up.
The excavator master found the village party secretary, and the village party secretary asked the woman to get up. The woman refused to get up, and the woman said that the road had taken up the wasteland she had opened.
The village party secretary persuaded that building roads is beneficial to everyone, you don't want to be here, women don't listen to persuasion, and keep blocking them. In the end, the excavator master drove away, and the woman's arrogance and unreasonableness made him afraid of getting into trouble.
The road in the village was not repaired in the end. It was only repaired to the place where the woman cleared the wasteland, and the rotten road over there was still there.
When I returned to the village the day before yesterday, I heard the neighbors discussing the construction of the road in the village, and the woman intervened to stop it. They gritted their teeth with hatred for women, saying that women would not help carry the coffin when they died.
Build a road once, and it won't be built again for decades. For his own selfish interests, he harmed everyone's interests and provoked the anger of the whole village.
Because our village is divided into south and north by the road, we belong to the north side of the village, and the village party secretary belongs to the south side of the village, and the people on their side do not take the road to the north of us.
He persuaded women to stop the construction of the road to no avail, and finally let it go.
The hatred of women in the village has reached the point where anyone sees her and scolds her, and maybe she will be scolded decades after her death, because when everyone walks to that road, they will think of her, and they must scold her twice to relieve their hatred.