Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, left happily, but Li Fuqiang was worried... The price should be acceptable, right?
Forty thousands must be able to get in hand ... Ah, no, 300,000, 300,000 to hand, first mention a decent car, and the rest will open a total with a few brothers in total.
Gentlemen, you must have your own business and be a boss!
A while ago, my friends said that I could invest in a hot pot restaurant. Now I think it would be possible to make money by selling food!
In case it is true, we will not be able to get 400,000, then our car will be full!
He had obviously planned the money in his imagination.
The old man next to me is still nagging, saying over and over again that the land cannot be sold or the house cannot be sold... Well, it is not selling now, it is transferring, but this is no different from selling. From now on, it will all belong to others, and it will be transferred. It doesn't matter to you.
but…
“Why are you nagging all this time? This is not a sale, and this country doesn’t allow it to be sold. We are just transferring it - like our tea mountain, he won’t be able to get it in 30 years, isn’t it still ours?”
“You are not allowed to sell this or that. There are more than a dozen acres of tea mountains and more than 100 acres of barren hills. If you add them together, you can make up 150 acres. But what kind of money have you made over the years?”
“I don’t want to pay the mortgage! Your grandson doesn’t want to go to a cram school! You don’t want anyone to support you when you are old!”
Li Fuqiang shouted loudly, but the more he spoke, the more panicked he became - why hasn't he replied yet? Should I buy it or not?
He put down the hammer in his hand and wandered towards the village again.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of the mountain col, I saw Party Secretary Xiao Zhu chatting among the crowd about the mountain and the homestead...
Looking at the people chatting again, they are all old people like my old man!
“Congratulations to the Party Secretary!” Li Fuqiang hurried over and asked, “How is our discussion going?”
Party Secretary Xiao Zhu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "I was just chatting. There are several businesses in our village that are willing to transfer, and they are willing to transfer the forest land rights for 70 years... Brother Li, your family has only transferred the rights for 30 years. The asking price is so expensive, let’s forget it.”
Everyone in the village looked down upon Li Fuqiang's style, but no matter how much they looked down on him, he was still a member of the same village, so an old man pointed out:
“Fuqiang, I heard that you want to sell your old house? That’s not possible. The party secretary said that our village will definitely develop in the future. If we sell it at a loss now, we can’t raise the price at a high price..."
But the old man didn't know whether it was intentional or not. He turned around and joked: "Does anyone still want our barren mountain? Does anyone want the old forest in front of my house? It's just two acres of land, cheap!"
How are you?
Xiaozhu Party Secretary wanted to laugh for a moment. When he looked at Li Fuqiang, his brows were raised, and then he hurriedly called to Xiaozhu Party Secretary:
“70 years is just 70 years! If you had said 70 years, I wouldn’t have disagreed with you. I thought you only wanted 30 years…”
He is very enthusiastic and can show his sincerity in selling mountains and land.
But Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was cautious: "If you pay so much in 30 years, how can I dare to mention 70 years? Besides, 400,000 people can't agree."
“Ouch Party Secretary! You misunderstood! I quoted the price in 1970! What a great price in 70 years…”
He kept pestering, but Xiao Zhu, the party secretary, tried to evade it in every possible way. One moment he wanted to go back to discuss with others, and the other moment he said that the village collective did not agree...
Finally, Li Fuqiang shouted: "What's the point of disagreeing? I'll go find them. If they can agree, just tell the old Song family whether they want 400,000!"
“Come on, come on! Eat a rice stick!”
Song Tan enthusiastically handed the rice stick to Xiao Zhu, secretary of the branch: "Meritor, I don't even dare to think about what my family would do without you!" But these words were sincere. After all, if their family comes to talk, maybe it will be better. It’s been a tug of war for a few days!
However, Song Tan is also satisfied: "I won't plan to cover the mountains and the land anymore. There is a limit to what a family can do and a limit to what they can eat. This is enough for now."
What's more, if she wants to make the village better, she can't be like a big landowner and take over the entire mountainous area of the village, right? Without land, the villagers had no choice but to work for her if they wanted to develop...
Not necessary.
As Teacher Tang said, there are some differences between entrepreneurs and capitalists.
Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, was also polite: "That's right, just give my grandpa and his friends some more specialties when you leave!"
Song Tan laughed: "They also helped me a lot. This is what we should have prepared."
No, the meat and vegetables prepared at home sent a batch of meat and vegetables to the mountain canteen. Who asked those young men to chop wood in the morning and build pig pens again in the afternoon?
But to be honest, Song Tan did not plan to retain the position of Xiaozhu Party Secretary and he felt relieved.
In fact, in many places now, in order to cater to the ideas of the superiors, the transfer of mandatory land transfer quotas is normal.
Xiao Zhu, the Party Secretary, if he wants to be decent and good-looking, the only one in the village who has the strength is the Old Song family, so he might as well wrap up everything around him.
But she has become a village official, so naturally she wants to do something. She was not interested at all in those fancy things that looked like beautiful countryside, but actually had no core competitiveness and could not attract people.
At this moment, I heard Song Tan say that he no longer wanted to rent land, and he became more relaxed. So I got serious: "Do you have any ideas on how to get everyone to slowly come back and develop?"
“If possible, when everyone in the village comes back during the Chinese New Year, our village department can call everyone together for a meeting to discuss the matter.”
Song Tan, what can you think?
She is just an ordinary farmer.
But at this moment she turned to look at Professor Song and Teacher Tang.
Teacher Tang smiled: "Old Song and Xiao Song both remember this matter. I have been here for so many months and have looked at it carefully - Xiao Zhu, you have to understand that Yunqiao Village, no matter what Whether it’s scenery or culture, it’s not competitive.”
Even if Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun wanted to open a B&B, they only had the unanimous support of everyone because they had wages and had to build a house. In addition, the family was not short of money.
In this Yunqiao Village, there are hills one after another, and every turn has to be climbed up. The mountains are rolling all around, and the forest is old for many years, but a dilapidated family can still live in it.
Each family’s fields are scattered here and there, like patches randomly spread out on an old blue cloth coat.
Looking up close, there is no gurgling water and no awning.
What about the characteristics?
To be honest, the conditions in the surrounding villages are probably similar, and the only difference lies in who is poorer.
As long as there are large and connected fields, if you sow a handful of rapeseed in autumn, you can attract a wave of people to eat and drink tea in the next spring.
But, no!
Three to five acres of land are sparsely spread out. Let alone rapeseed flowers, growing peonies may not be attractive—not to mention, are the villagers willing to spend money to grow peonies?
(End of this chapter)