Chapter 1117

Secretary Da Zhu walked away briskly, but Li Fuqiang felt uneasy... should this price be okay?

If 400,000 could be in hand... oh no, 300,000 would also be fine. With 300,000 in hand, first go and get a decent car, and then pool the rest with a few brothers to open a shop.

A grown man must have his own career and be a boss!

The other day, friends also said they could invest in a hot pot restaurant. Selling food makes money now, this should work!

In case they really don't bargain and give 400,000, then we can pay for the car in full!

He let his imagination run wild, and the money was clearly already planned out.

The old man beside him was still nagging repeatedly, back and forth, saying the land couldn't be sold and the house couldn't be sold... well, now it's not selling, it's transferring, but it's no different from selling; in the future, it will all belong to others, and it has nothing to do with him.

But...

"Why are you nagging about this? This isn't selling, the country doesn't allow selling, we're just transferring—like our tea mountain, after 30 years he won't get it, won't it still be ours?"

"This isn't allowed to be sold, that isn't allowed to be sold. More than ten mu of tea mountain and over 100 mu of barren mountain, adding up to 150 mu, but what money has it earned over so many years?"

But at that moment, she turned to look at Professor Song and Teacher Tang.

But the old man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, turned and joked: "Is our barren mountain still wanted by anyone? Does anyone want the old forest in front of my house? Two mu of land is cheap!"

Two or three mu of land scattered here and there, sparse and scattered; let alone rapeseed flowers, planting peonies might not necessarily attract people—not to mention, would the villagers be willing to spend money to plant peonies?

Yang Bing laughed: "We have also helped a lot; this was something that should have been prepared."

Just as Teacher Tang said, there is still a difference between an entrepreneur and a capitalist.

"Oh, Secretary! You misunderstood! I reported the price for 70 years! 70 years is such a good price..."

Actually, in many places now, in order to cater to the concepts from above, forced land transfer and indicator transfer are normal.

He pestered her, but Secretary Da Zhu kept pushing back, saying she had to go back to discuss with people, or saying the village collective wouldn't agree...

No need.

Song Tan enthusiastically stuffed the rice stalks into Secretary Da Zhu's hands: "Hero, I wouldn't even dare to think what my family would do without you!"

Finally, Li Fuqiang shouted: "What's not to agree! I'll go find them. If they can agree, you just say whether the old Song family wants it for 400,000!"

Secretary Da Zhu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "I was just chatting, there are several families in our village who are also willing to transfer, and they are willing to transfer the forest land rights for 70 years... Brother Li, your family's price is so expensive for just 30 years, let's forget it."

But Secretary Da Zhu played hard to get: "You want such a high price for 30 years, how would I dare to mention 70 years? Besides, they can't agree to 400,000 either."

He put down the hammer in his hand and wandered back into the village.

Looking at the people chatting, they were all elderly people like his own father!

But since she came to be a village official, she naturally has the heart to do something. She is not interested at all in those flashy, seemingly beautiful villages that actually have no core competitiveness and cannot keep people.

Look closely, there is no babbling brook, and it's impossible to have a leisurely boat.

If Secretary Da Zhu wants it to be decent and good-looking, there's nothing to say; only the old Song family in the village has that strength, so she might as well just contract the whole surrounding area.

What thoughts could Song Tan have?

Secretary Da Zhu was also polite: "That's for sure, just bring more local specialties for my grandfather when you leave!"

But, there isn't any!

To be honest, in the surrounding ten miles and eight villages, the environment is about the same; the only difference is who is poorer.

Don't look at Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun wanting to open a homestay; that's because they have salaries, and they were going to build a house anyway, plus their families aren't short of money, so they could get unanimous support from everyone.

"Secretary Zhu!" Yang Binghao ran over hurriedly: "How is the discussion going?"

Each family's fields are scattered here and there, like patches randomly laid out on an old blue cloth jacket.

His sincerity was very evident in his desire to sell the mountain and land.

Moreover, she has the heart to make the village better, but she can't act like a landlord and contract all the mountain land in the village, right? Without land, if the villagers want to develop, they can only work for her...

Hearing Yang Bing say he wouldn't contract more land, she felt relieved. So she became serious: "Do you have any ideas on how to let everyone slowly return to develop?"

These words were sincere; after all, if their family had come to talk, there might have been a few more days of haggling!

Goodness!

This Yunqiao Village has one mountain after another, and you have to climb a slope just to turn a corner. The big mountains undulate all around, with old forests that have been there for many years, and occasionally a dilapidated house can be found.

"70 years is 70 years! If you had mentioned 70 years earlier, I wouldn't have disagreed; I thought you only wanted 30 years..."

"Don't I have to pay the mortgage! Doesn't my grandson need to go to tutoring classes! Don't I need people to support me when I'm old!"

Teacher Tang smiled: "That's the logic, but it depends on the seedlings Song gives."

The progress of building houses in the countryside is quite fast; it should be completed by Qingming at the latest.

The possibility he mentioned is also what she is worried about.

Professor Song smiled: "Qin Yun, you are the core competitiveness of the whole village."

"I know, I know, didn't you give me the manual?" He asked sheepishly: "I just saw that it hadn't sprouted for a long time, so I was afraid it wouldn't take root, and I picked it up to look at it several times..."

Secretary Da Zhu nodded: "Okay! You wait, I'll release this news one after another during this time—by the way, the contract for Li Fuqiang can be signed tomorrow. When do you plan to start construction on the homestay?"

He was silent for a long time, obviously recalling whether his planting instructions were written clearly.

"Work for my family! Work in exchange for seedlings. As for what specific work, Secretary Da Zhu, you guys discuss it."

"Just like the radish and cabbage seedlings you distributed before, they are clearly a cut above what's sold in the market. Even if you aren't sensitive to taste, you can still tell."

The Tian Tian family are all meticulous people, and they have organized the changes every day. Professor Song has only seen it on-site a few times, and he already knows it's indeed different from the ordinary ones.

"I won't."

He asked suspiciously, falling silent.

The trust of the villagers is not a problem; after all, in just these few days, those who planted radishes and cabbages before have had a considerable income.

"What about Lu Chuan's?" Secretary Da Zhu looked at Qin Yun.