Song Tan's Notes

Party Secretary Xiaozhu has a deep understanding of efficient policies. Once the deal was settled, he hurried to Old Man Li's house.

Originally, Li Fuqiang planned to send the old man back and rush back to the city directly. After all, he was coughing all the time in winter, and he was no longer wanted as a gatekeeper...

So what? You can’t take it home!

Unexpectedly, it was a coincidence that just after I sent him back to give him some soft words, I saw the young party secretary in the village talking to him about the transfer of the homestead.

Oh yo yo! Isn’t this just giving you a pillow when you feel sleepy?

He is already so old, and it is not like working for others all the time. He still has to start his own business!

Coincidentally, I am missing some entrepreneurial capital!

Although 500 a month is not much, Li Fuqiang is not an ordinary person. He is thinking about giving it to someone for ten or eight years at a time.

After all, they are using it to renovate a B&B, so they don’t want to raise the price every now and then, right?

Besides, my family has moved to the city, and I will definitely not come back to live in this old house again. If I sell it, I won’t have to worry about taking care of it.

As for where the old man lives... the small shack next to the mountain is small, but it can still accommodate a bedroom and living room.

As I get older, it’s easy to feel empty when living in such a big house. It’s only in such a small place that you can gather your energy! In winter, just burn a few pieces of firewood to keep warm.

After this calculation, when Party Secretary Xiao Zhu came again, the old man's bedding had been packed away by his son to the shed over there with rare diligence.

Old Man Li looked at her with tears in his eyes, his movements were slow, and he was very pitiful.

But Party Secretary Xiao Zhu only put a smile on his lips and asked politely: "Old man, the windows in your house are somewhat broken, and there is air leakage. You will have to ask your son to help repair them later."

"Don't worry, I happened to have something to talk to him about. It won't be a big deal for him to clean up the house."

"No trouble, no trouble..." Li Fuqiang squeezed forward with a smile.

The village party secretary in front of me likes to be nosy!

Does his own dear father still use her to whisper? But he was holding on to a long-term business that could generate rent, so Li Fuqiang smiled and talked earnestly, and then he quickly took out a hammer, nail board and other things from the old house, and cleaned them up with a bang.

While nailing the window, he asked: "Secretary Zhu, do you think my house has been negotiated?"

"What's negotiated or not negotiated?"

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was fussy in the room with a calm face, pointing: "This door is not good either...Brother Li, I'm not saying that, in our assessment at the end of this year, the living environment of the elderly in the village is also very important. aspect……"

She didn't finish the rest, but Li Fuqiang obviously understood.

At this moment, I was twitching my lips, thinking, shouldn't I be asked to clean up the old man's house in a more respectable manner?

Okay, as long as you can get money, you can do whatever you want!

But Party Secretary Xiao Zhu said: "Our house in a remote rural area has a rent of 500 yuan. People doing business are not taking advantage of it. They are not happy."

Li Fuqiang hammered the nail into the bed board with a bang, and then cursed: "Fuck, then why should I bother with this?"

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu didn't even raise his eyebrows: "But the old Song family in our village, Song Tan, has taken a fancy to the tea mountain behind your house. Together with this homestead, it can be tidied up and used by the tea pickers... ...Just take a look, I guess she may not agree to your high price."

The old Song family? Song Tan? !

That Li Fugui knows so well!

If they hadn't been so nosy before, why would I have sent the old man back in the middle of winter!

He immediately picked up the tools and continued working, while smiling:

"You can't say that. We were a little conflicted before, but that was because I was anxious."

"You said that my dad is so old, I must be worried about his health."

"Besides, my dad doesn't have a good relationship with other people. All our rhubarb has been given to her."

"Did you give Dahuang? I didn't hear about it." Party Secretary Xiao Zhu raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you even sign the sales contract at that time? What do you mean by giving?"

Li Fuqiang:......

Li Fuqiang stopped talking.

He finally saw through it, this woman was just nagging, doing everything in advance and not giving him a chance.

But he is also a good person: since he is still here and his father even gave him a cow, then there is something to talk about!

So with a lot of talk, my old, dilapidated and unwanted house instantly became a great Feng Shui treasure. Even the tea mountain at the back is full of aura and auspiciousness...

"Okay, okay!" Party Secretary Xiao Zhu looked down on him: "Don't talk to me about what is and isn't. Am I clearer than you? Just tell me how much it costs. I'll ask if it's suitable. If it doesn’t work, pull it down.”

This made Li Fuqiang hesitate. Nowadays, you can buy a dilapidated house in this remote part of the mountain for tens of thousands of dollars. But it is now difficult to apply for homestead land, and he feels that he has lost tens of thousands of dollars.

The old Song family is so rich...

"50 million!"

As soon as the price was quoted, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu raised his eyebrows, sneered, and turned away.

It’s really without nostalgia at all.

On the contrary, it seemed that Li Fuqiang was panicking and rushed over with a hammer:

"Hey, hey, hey, don't leave. Let's sit down together and talk about the price. How can we sincerely do business without counter-offering..."

Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, said nonchalantly: "Oh, it turns out you want to do business sincerely. I thought you didn't want to sell."

"For 5 yuan...you should ask the village who is willing to buy your piece for yuan."

"You can't say that."

Li Fuqiang said shamelessly: "How big is my land... Besides, if others want to buy it, they have to have a homestead in their name... If Song Tan wants it, our village will have to talk about it!"

"No woman has a homestead."

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu sneered: "Then you've probably never seen a woman become an official... The fixed price, followed by the transfer of Chashan for thirty years, plus your family's homestead and old house, is 30."

While quoting, I complained in my mind: I was so extravagant that I asked Song Tan for a high price!

Originally, the abandoned tea mountain would cost more than 1 yuan a year, let alone a homestead.

It's better now, I'm afraid it can't be done by adding up 40 yuan for both.

But...30?

Li Fuqiang was already moved.

He had calculated more than once how much the things in his hometown were worth.

Let’s just say that the deserted tea mountain has no one to take care of it. In a well-known tea-producing area, the price for an acre of land can be up to 10,000 yuan.

But what about them here? The year before last, someone from a nearby village offered a contract for 50 acres of land, which cost 4700 yuan a year, almost the same price as barren hills.

The price is ridiculously low, but the problem is, no one is willing to buy it!

Now that the Old Song family wants to cover it, they have to pay 30 yuan at one go... No, no, that means it will be covered for years. Isn't this price a loss?

But if you make a counter-offer and they don't cover it, will you lose a penny?

Li Fuqiang was in a dilemma.

Until then, Old Man Li, who did not dare to speak loudly to his son, whispered with tears in his eyes:

"That's not possible, just rent it. This old house and the tea mountain were both passed down from your grandfather..."

Li Fuqiang suddenly woke up!

Yes!

It was passed down from his grandfather, and it still hasn’t earned the family more than 5 yuan.

The tea mountain was able to generate some income when he was a child, but the problem was that the tea leaves also needed to be pruned, fertilized, dewormed and sprayed...

Now that the wild ones have grown up to two meters long, it is too difficult to cut firewood and burn them. Who would want to get it?

If you keep this in your hands, won't it become less and less valuable?

Li Fuqiang gritted his teeth: "30 is too little... It's not even enough to cover the land, let alone a homestead... Let's do it, 40! I'll sign for 40 now!"

Although the price of the tea mountain has lost a bit, the price of the homestead has not increased.

But he has been waiting for half his life, and this is the first person who can take out so much money in one go and is willing to use the money to buy these things!

Hurry up, you must hurry up!

When he asked for a price, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu breathed a sigh of relief and thought: It's settled.

But his face didn't show it at all. Instead, he waved his hand impatiently: "Let's wait until I talk to others. The village collective may not agree..."

(End of this chapter)