That afternoon.
Lu Ming returned home.
The matter about the demonstration seemed to be fermenting.
Regardless of whether they had any families or graves, many people went along to ask for compensation. Lu Ming even saw a thirteen-year-old young lady who demanded compensation for her six-year-old son.
To hell with it!
Was your son worthless?
Who should they reason with?
Half of the population in Qing Ming City was involved!
There were many people like Zhang Xiaopang. Moreover, as long as one participated in the demonstration, one would be eligible to receive compensation if things were blown up. Nobody wanted to miss it?!
Tsk tsk.
Lu Ming wanted to hold up a sign to join the demonstration as well. But after careful thought, he realized that if he joined the demonstration, he might be killed by his sister.
Hence…
More and more people were joining the demonstration.