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（一） (1) 一张布满灰尘的案桌旁，曾经威风八面的土地老爷躺在破旧的躺椅上轻声打着鼾，一张《招聘信息报》散落在地上，在微风中悄悄飞舞。 At a dusty desk, the once mighty land lord was snoring in a shabby reclining chair, and a recruitment information newspaper was scattered on the ground, flying quietly in the breeze. “咚、咚、咚……”突然响起一阵急促的鼓声。 "Dong, Dong, Dong..." There was a sudden rush of drums. “还我家园，还我家园……”一浪高过一浪的口号声不停传来。 "Return my home, return my home..." Waves of slogans are coming. 土地老爷睁开一双惺忪的昏眼，一边嘀咕着：“难得还有人记得我这不中用的老头子。”一边挣扎起来，“师爷，师爷……，对了，他已经跑到房地产开发公司高就了，哎，为了生计，也难为他了。”土地老爷迈着蹒跚的步子走到门口，咬着牙使了满身劲，终于拉开了“吱、吱”作响的土地衙门的大门。 The land lord opened his bleary eyes and muttered, "it's hard for anyone to remember my useless old man." While struggling, "master, master , by the way, he has already run to the real estate development company. Alas, it's hard for him to make a living. " The land lord walked to the door with a faltering step, biting his teeth, and finally opened the door of the land yamen which was "squeaking and squeaking". | 
