Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 1180 - 1154. Rural Development (somewhat dull, can skip)

Secretary Xiaozu left swiftly, but Li Fuqiang was still anxious in his heart... Could this price work?

If he could get four hundred thousand... No, three hundred thousand would be good enough. With three hundred thousand in hand, he could first get a decent car, then discuss with a few brothers about opening a shop.

A real man has to have his own business, he has to be a boss!

The other day, friends suggested investing in a hot pot restaurant. Restaurants are making money these days, it should work!

If they really don’t negotiate and go for forty thousand, then we could pay for the car in full!

He indulged in fantasies, clearly already planning how to use the money.

The old man beside him was still nagging repeatedly, going on and on about how the land couldn’t be sold and neither could the house. Well, now it’s not selling, it’s transferring, but there’s no difference, it will still belong to someone else, not yourself.

But...

"Why are you nagging about this? This isn’t selling, the state doesn’t allow us to sell, we’re just transferring. Like our Tea Mountain, after 30 years they can’t seize it, it still belongs to us!"

"This can’t be sold and that can’t be sold. It’s ten plus acres of tea mountain and over a hundred acres of barren hill, together it can make up 150 acres, but what money have we made over the years?"

"I don’t have to pay the mortgage?! Your grandson doesn’t need to attend tutoring classes?! You won’t need support in your old age?!"

Li Fuqiang shouted loudly, but the more he talked, the more anxious he became— why haven’t they replied yet? Are they buying or not?

He put down the hammer in his hand and started wandering towards the village.

As soon as he stepped out of the mountain valley, he saw Secretary Xiaozu talking in the crowd about mountains and homesteads...

When he looked closely, he found the people chatting were all old folks like the old man from his family!

"Secretary Xiaozu!" Li Fuqiang hurried over: "What’s the result of our discussion?"

Secretary Xiaozu raised an eyebrow and said with a smile: "I was just talking about it. Several families in our village are willing to transfer their land, and they’re willing to transfer the 70-year forest land rights. Brother Li, your family wants such a high price for only a 30-year transfer, it’s not worth it."

The way Li Fuqiang presented himself wasn’t well-liked in the village. But no matter how much they disliked him, he was still a fellow villager, so an old man kindly suggested:

"Fuqiang, I heard you want to sell the old house? That’s not good, the secretary said our village is sure to develop in the future, selling it now would be a loss. Otherwise, sell it for a high price..."

However, this old man, whether intentionally or unintentionally, turned his head and joked: "Does anyone want our barren hill? Is there any taker for the old grove at my door? It’s just two acres, cheap!"

Oh dear!

Secretary Xiaozu almost laughed out loud, and seeing Li Fuqiang, his brows were raised, and he quickly called out to Secretary Xiaozu:

"70 years, it is! If you had said 70 years earlier, I would have agreed. I thought you only wanted 30 years..."

His eagerness really showed his sincerity in selling the mountain and land.

But Secretary Xiaozu was holding back: "You wanted a lot for 30 years already, how could I dare bring up 70 years? Besides, forty thousand, they wouldn’t agree to it."

"Oh secretary! You’ve misunderstood! I quoted the price for 70 years! It’s a great price for 70 years..."

He kept pestering, while Secretary Xiaozu kept finding excuses, either needing to go back to discuss, or saying the village collective didn’t agree...

Finally, Li Fuqiang shouted: "What’s there to disagree with? I’ll go find them, if they agree, then let me know if Old Song’s family will take forty thousand!"

...

"Come, come, have some sugarcane!"

Song Tan enthusiastically handed a sugarcane to Secretary Xiaozu: "You’re a great help, I can’t imagine what we’d do without you!"

This was heartfelt, because if their family had to negotiate, it might have dragged on for days!

But Song Tan was also content: "From now on, I don’t plan to take on more land, a family can only handle so much, and can only consume so much, what we have now is enough."

Moreover, she was also considering the village’s betterment, she couldn’t act like a Landlord, taking all the village’s land for herself, leaving nothing for the villagers to develop and forcing them to just work for her...

It wasn’t necessary.

As Teacher Tang said, there’s a difference between an entrepreneur and a capitalist.

Secretary Xiaozu wasn’t shy: "Of course, when you leave, just pack some local specialties for my grandpa and the others!"

Song Tan laughed: "They helped a lot, it’s only right to prepare this."

So, they sent another batch of meat and vegetables to the mountain canteen. Who knew those young lads would cut wood in the morning and rebuild the pigsty in the afternoon?

To be honest, Song Tan not planning to expand reassured Secretary Xiaozu’s mind too.

Actually, these days many places force land circulation to meet higher-ups’ objectives, it’s normal.

If Secretary Xiaozu wanted to look good, without a doubt, Old Song’s family had the capability to wrap up the surroundings.

But she came to serve as a village official with the intention to do something meaningful. Those flashy but hollow beautiful countrysides that lacked core competitiveness couldn’t retain people, she had no interest in them.

Hearing Song Tan say she wouldn’t take more land made her feel relieved. So she earnestly asked: "Do you have any thoughts on how to gradually bring people back for development?"

"If you do, when the villagers return for the New Year, our Village Department can call everyone together for a meeting to discuss it."

What thoughts could Song Tan have?

She’s just an ordinary farmer.

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

Teacher Tang smiled: "This matter, both Old Song and Xiaosong have it in mind. I’ve stayed here for several months, and I’ve carefully observed — Xiaozu, you have to understand, Yunqiao Village, whether in terms of landscape or culture, lacks competitiveness."

No matter how Zhang Yanping and Xin Jun want to open a homestay, it’s because they have a salary and originally needed to build a house, plus their families aren’t short of money, thus gaining unanimous support.

This Yunqiao Village, with small hills one after another, requiring a climb after every turn. Mountains stretch out endlessly, filled with old forests where you might suddenly find a rundown house.

Each household’s fields are scattered here and there, like patches on old blue cloth randomly placed.

Looking closely, there’s no flowing stream, nor is there the possibility of a leisurely boat ride.

The specialty?

To be honest, within ten miles and eight villages, the surrounding villages are generally similar in environment, only differing in poverty level.

If there were contiguous fields, a handful of rapeseed scattered in the autumn could attract visitors for tea and meals in the spring.

But, there’s none!

A plot gathered from three to five acres, sparsely arranged, wouldn’t attract people even with peonies — let alone, would the villagers spend to plant peonies?

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