Chapter 94

Young people facing young people, swift and decisive action is just a basic quality.

At twelve noon this day, before everyone got off work, Song Tan's contracting contract had already been signed. The first payment of 70,000 yuan was remitted to the designated account, and she announced at lunch:

"Dad, this side of the back mountain is all ours now. Let's find someone to start cleaning it up this afternoon."

The so-called cleaning up is to pave a road surface before the excavator enters the site, and clean up those large, overlapping vines and branches.

Zhang Zhang Yanping thought for a moment and took out his mobile phone to flip through a video: "Tan Tan, why don't you try adding more money? There is a brand-new wasteland crusher now, which can be installed on the bucket in front of the excavator—look at this machine, how efficient it is!"

In the video, the front end of an excavator was equipped with an unfamiliar machine. Just by turning it slightly onto the small trees in front, the trunks and large pieces of vines were quickly sawed off, and then rolled into the machine's grinding blades and crushed into debris.

Wherever it went, it was destructive, clearing everything instantly.

Song Song Sancheng also leaned over to take a look and praised it endlessly!

But after thinking about it, he still refused:

"No, no, you can't use this."

"Zhang Yanping, it's not that I can't bear to spend the money, but you don't know that there are basically a few old graves on the mountains in the countryside, and the grass grows as high as trees."

People in the village were clearly accustomed to these graves.

Some knew whose family they belonged to, some might be their own elders, and some couldn't be found out at all.

But clearly, the age wasn't exaggerated to an extreme degree; at the very least, the grave mounds were still there.

"The original old graves weren't popular to be built with another layer of cement on the outside; they were all piled up with yellow soil, and the grass on top grew fast and fierce. By then, when the wild grass grows and the vines climb, you can't distinguish them at all."

"This machine is powerful, but if it turns around like this, and digs up people's old graves, wouldn't that be a sin?"

Song Song Sancheng, as a person born and raised in the village, values this very much.

Zhang Zhang Yanping was also stunned—he really hadn't thought of this point.

But this machine is really efficient, and Song Tan couldn't bear to give it up either.

After thinking about it, she asked a key question: "Dad, can there still be so many strong laborers in the village now who can clean up the wasteland within a week?"

Don't look at the twenty mu of wasteland; it's not worth mentioning in someone else's garden, but when you really start working, it's boundless.

An excavator bucket can dig out a tree root, and a few big men have to grunt for half an hour.

Song Tan calculated that even if twenty people were hired, it would take at least a month for this piece of land to be completely turned and dried.

Song Song Sancheng also started to worry: so many people, that... that really doesn't exist.

Song Tan had already thought it through: "Brother Zhang Yanping, how is the money calculated with this?"

Zhang Zhang Yanping prepared, and naturally, it was detailed: "The same price, 600 a day. It can clean up the surface in two days, and then calculate the money according to normal mountain digging."

"But if you do this, it will take a week to clean up the wasteland."

Song Tan was already very satisfied.

Without this, before hiring the excavator, people in their village would have to work for a week or so to roughly clean up the surface.

Song Tan made a prompt decision: "Brother Zhang Yanping, contact the other party, come tonight or tomorrow morning, we provide food and accommodation."

She said to Song Song Sancheng: "Dad, since there might be old graves on the mountain, why don't you call a few more people to go up this afternoon to mark the locations of the old graves individually, and by the way, pave a road from the roadside that is convenient for the excavator to enter the mountain."

Not much, just a short section connecting the village-to-village road and the wasteland, so that the excavator can enter the mountain smoothly in the early stage.

"After the excavator starts working tomorrow morning, Dad, you arrange for people to follow behind the excavator and clean up the weeds, shrubs, and debris cleaned up by the machine to one side."

"When digging, it's the same; someone has to help lift the tree roots and stones to one side."

Song Song Sancheng calculated this process in his heart and found that there was no problem, except for spending money.

Thinking about it: even if you don't hire an excavator, manual labor is still expensive! Now is not an era where strength is worthless.

"Okay!"

Wine and food were full, tomorrow's work arrangements were in place, everyone dispersed happily, always feeling that their hearts were filled with infinite fighting spirit.

Wu Lan also discussed with Song Tan: "Let's continue to plant tea leaves on this reclaimed wasteland; tea leaves are the most profitable."

Song Tan refused instantly: "No!"

She always remembered her needs for farming after returning home—staple food, drinks, vegetables, meat, fruits.

Now that the first four are all available, only fruits are not yet in place. Since this is the case, this newly contracted wasteland must be used to plant fruits.

Never forgetting her original intention, she clearly did it very well.

However, Wu Lan's idea was not wrong. Since tea leaves can have this price, planting more is understandable.

Song Tan had to comfort her: "Mom, if something is flooded, the price will definitely drop. We have to sow tea leaves, and many years will pass before they grow."

"At this time, if there is a lot of good tea, the market will definitely find that the price has dropped."

Wu Lan also regretted: "Is that so... I wasn't thinking that tea leaves don't grow high, and we could plant some other trees or something."

Song Tan thought to herself: tea leaves don't grow high, but the requirements are quite high. After planting trees on top, the sunlight is blocked, wouldn't the yield decrease?

She comforted her: "It's okay, we will intercrop other things in the forest by then. Don't worry, you won't lose money."

So the Song family soon discovered that ever since this contracting contract was signed, the money to be spent in the account book had never stopped for a day.

Zhang Zhang Yanping clearly became the biggest winner this time.

Because that afternoon, after the people in the village simply cleaned up the wasteland, the young man who had been driving an excavator alone and had no business for a long time had already rushed over.

He was really a reliable person.

As soon as he came, he went to see the work site first.

Finally, he found that there were no mature trees, and this family seemed to be quite generous; they were not the kind of difficult and unreasonable customers...

The young man had dark skin, and at this moment, he was holding Zhang Zhang Yanping's hand, thanking him repeatedly.

And in the evening, when he tasted the first bite of the unique food of the Song family, tears almost came out.

A young single man with no cooking skills, how miserable his daily life was, it's simply impossible to say.

Song Tan was organizing the honey orders sold in the group today, and accidentally heard their conversation:

"Brother Zhang Yanping, you are really my own brother."

"If I had known the food here was so good, I would have come to help yesterday noon."

Zhang Zhang Yanping laughed: "How to help? Drive the excavator for free for half a day?"

The young man smiled shyly:

"That won't work, money should be calculated. I mean I'll go to the fields and help them work for half a day."

---Author's Note---

Really sleepy, two updates tonight, that's it.

Will continue to work hard tomorrow.

Thank you everyone.

Good night.

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