The rumbling bulldozer leveled the house, smashing large sections of brick and tile, breaking the wooden beams on the eaves, and causing billowing dust to rise up.
This kind of commotion attracted a crowd of onlookers, various neighbors and locals. Old folks with cloth bags buying groceries, office workers munching on fried cakes and chive boxes, all gathered in small groups, whispering to each other.
"How come the shelter renovation notice hasn’t come down yet, but Old Zhang’s house is being torn down?"
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