Chapter 633: Wang An's Crooked Theory

After a while, seeing his old man still silent, Wang An said to Wang Dazhu:

"Those things are not cost-effective to sell now, just leave them there. Sell them when the market is better in a few years. As for the money our family has now, I think it's enough to spend for ten or eight years."

Wang Dazhu was no longer silent upon hearing this, but said with some excitement:

"That's forty-plus thousand, and it will be spent in ten or eight years? You bastard, are you eating money?"

Wang Dazhu's sudden excitement was something Wang An didn't expect. Wang An was just about to speak when he heard Wang Dazhu say again:

"Those cadres in the township, they only earn 400-plus yuan a year, and I see them living quite well. What are you doing? You have to spend 40,000-plus a year!"

One has to admit that in terms of money, Wang Dazhu's calculation ability was still very strong. Although Wang Dazhu couldn't be sure exactly how much money the family had, it was roughly about the same.

But to tell the truth, Wang Dazhu was truly right. In this era, the amount of 40,000 yuan, even for a regular employee, would take 100 years to earn without eating or drinking.

But what Wang Dazhu didn't know was that China's economy would soon take off, and money would become less and less valuable over time.

And the wages of regular employees would also get higher and higher.

Wang An knew these things precisely, and besides, as a successful businessman in his past life, Wang An would absolutely not keep money in his hands.

In the case of not wanting to do business, the fastest investment method at present was undoubtedly contracting barren mountains.

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, Wang An said unhurriedly:

"Dad, when I wasn't at home two days ago, did our village hold a meeting and say they would contract the barren mountains and barren land around our village to individuals?"

The reason Wang An asked this was that Wang An remembered that in his past life, in the spring of the second year after the land was divided to households, the village started contracting the surrounding barren mountains and barren land.

But what Wang An remembered vividly was that the term for this first batch of contracted barren mountains was 70 years, and for barren land, it was 50 years.

And as time passed, if one wanted to contract barren mountains again, the term became 50 years, and for barren land, it became 30 years.

By the 90s, the regulations said that the maximum contract term for contracting barren mountains and barren land became 30 years.

That is to say, contracting now was simply a profit of ten thousand times, even if one was too lazy to manage it in a few years and then subcontracted it, one could lie down and earn money.

Hearing Wang An's question, Wang Dazhu said with a face full of surprise:

"How do you know about this? Do you have clairaudience?"

Wang An was truly speechless upon hearing this. "Clairaudience," I even have "clairvoyance"!

Just like this every day! Unfortunately, this sentence was something Wang An only dared to think about, and he absolutely didn't dare to say it out loud.

Organizing his language, Wang An said:

"I guessed it. What's the use of leaving those barren mountains unsold? Selling them can collect some money. Not selling them and just leaving them there is also a waste."

After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Dazhu nodded and said:

"Mm, it was indeed said. It's just that the price is a bit expensive. Now people in the village are all watching, and it seems no one has any thoughts."

Wang An knew that the people who truly had no thoughts were a very small minority, and the reason those people had no thoughts was just because they had no money.

One had to know that for farmers, the most important thing, which could also be called the lifeline, was undoubtedly land, so it was absolutely impossible to have no thoughts.

Wang An hurriedly asked:

"How much is it per *mu*?"

Wang Dazhu said: "Barren mountain is 1 yuan per *mu* per year, contracted for 70 years. Barren land is 5 yuan per *mu* per year, contracted for 50 years."

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, Wang An started calculating accounts in his heart. If a barren mountain was 1 yuan per *mu*, 1000 *mu* would be 70,000 yuan.

If barren land was 5 yuan per *mu*, 1000 *mu* would be 250,000 yuan.

The reason he calculated this way was that Wang An knew that the barren mountains and barren land contracted by the village this time were only 1000-plus *mu* each.

But if he did this, more than half of the 400,000-plus yuan in the family would be spent directly. The key was that after getting the barren mountains or barren land, wanting to reclaim them would also require quite a lot of money.

Moreover, the cement and steel bars for the new house, as well as the decoration later, would also cost quite a lot of money.

Besides, Wang An also wanted to buy a four-wheeled vehicle or a tractor... Looking at it this way, the money in the family seemed to be directly gone.

Damn, busy all day, and it's about to be out of money.

One has to admit that earning money is harder than eating shit, but spending money is faster than diarrhea!

After finishing the calculation in his heart, Wang An asked Wang Dazhu:

"Dad, do you have any thoughts?"

Wang Dazhu pondered for a while, then hardened his heart and said:

"I definitely have thoughts. I was thinking of contracting two or three hundred *mu*. Xiao An, what do you think?"

It could be seen that although Wang Dazhu was the head of the family, now the vast majority of the money in the family was earned by Wang An, so Wang Dazhu, as a father, still had a bit of insufficient confidence.

And this appearance of insufficient confidence by Wang Dazhu was naturally seen by the cunning Wang An.

To tell the truth, Wang An didn't want his old man to be like this, because for Wang An, the purpose of earning money himself was to let his family spend money without any scruples.

Otherwise, what's the use of earning money?

So, Wang An said with a smile:

"Mom already said it, you are the head of our family. Don't ask me about this matter, I have no opinion at all."

Hearing Wang An say this, Wang Dazhu was obviously relieved and said with a smile:

"Then our family will contract 300 *mu* of barren land. If we are too busy, we will subcontract it. I think we can earn quite a lot."

Hearing this, Wang An was instantly happy inside, but how could such a little barren land be enough? After a pause, Wang An said:

"Dad, if I were you, since we are contracting land once, let's play big. Let's contract as much land as there is. Anyway, if you don't contract land, the money in our family will sooner or later be squandered by me. If money turns into land, it can't be squandered. Do you think this makes sense?"

One has to admit that this crooked theory of Wang An directly stunned Comrade Wang Dazhu.

After a long while, Wang Dazhu subconsciously nodded and said:

"Wait until we go back, discuss it with your mom and Xueqing again."

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, the grandfather and grandson were silent at the same time, because at this time, the horse cart had also arrived at the edge of their own land.

The grandfather and grandson drove the horse cart into the land, threw the sack tied to the back at the edge of the land, and removed the last board of the manure curtain.

Then Wang Dazhu led the horse cart to check the steps, and Wang An started working behind.

Of course, after stopping the horse cart, Wang Dazhu would also walk to the back to help unload a few shovels of manure.

Just like that, the grandfather and grandson worked together and soon finished spreading the cart of manure.

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