After hearing the voices of plants, farming in the countryside exploded

Chapter 200 Rural Collective Land

After the show.

Feng Nuannian silently followed Zhang Ruanruan back to the passenger seat of the Range Rover.

Sit down, close the car door, and adjust your sitting posture.

then.

"Ahhhhh! What a scumbag!"

"Damn idiot!"

"Cheating on my feelings!"

"Ah ah ah ah..."

Fortunately, Zhang Ruanruan's car is well soundproofed, otherwise everyone in the villa area would be woken up.

When Feng Nuannian was done venting, Zhang Ruanruan had time to ask knowingly: "What's going on?"

"That Jiang Yuanhang, he is a liar! It turns out that he has been lying to me all along!" Feng Nuannian was about to cry.

"What did I lie to you?" Zhang Ruannuan plugged the ear that was leaning towards Feng Nuannian with her fingers.

"He is not a worker in a battery factory at all. He has been lying to me all the time! He is the son of the owner of the battery factory!" Feng Nuannian gritted his teeth: "He still works on the assembly line with myself every day. There is no time sharing, and I am at the top of my game. It’s a phoenix egg, but it’s still a dinosaur egg!”

Zhang Ruoruan: "..."

Sometimes I really want to call the police.

"Aren't you lying to him too? If they cancel each other out, doesn't it mean that no one is lying to anyone?"

This time it was Feng Nuannian's turn to be silent.

Uh-huh, it seems...that's the truth!

That's fine.

"Let's go back." Feng Nuannian put on his seat belt.

Then he took out his cell phone and pressed it beeping so fast that it flew up.

It was obvious that she was furiously attacking Jiang Yuanhang.

Zhang Ruoruan sent Feng Nuannian back to the gate of the community.

Then return to Qingping Village.

……

the next morning.

Zhang Ruoruan transformed into a street runner in Qingping Village and walked around at the head of the village.

Villagers passing by saw her and enthusiastically came up to ask if she had lost anything.

Zhang Ruoruan shook his head, pointed to a large open space in front of him and asked: "Is this land the collective land of our village?"

Collective land is the land collectively owned by Qingping Village, and everyone has a share. But also because everyone has a share, this land cannot be used by everyone. Because if you use it, others will also use it, so it’s not clear at all.

"Yes, I have been living in the wilderness for many years." said the uncle who was asked by Zhang Ruoruan.

This is the optimal solution. Since you can’t figure out how to use it, then don’t use it and let it grow grass.

Zhang Ruoruan nodded: "Isn't anyone renting it?" "Who will rent this shabby place? It's far away from the city, and the rent is expensive. Besides, what can we do if we rent it? We live next door, whoever rents it will definitely Restrict him from doing anything dangerous."

The uncle said: "The collective land in Niutou Village was bought by someone before. They originally wanted to build a warehouse to store chemicals. But after the money was given and the warehouse was built, the people in Niutou Village simply refused to let them store chemicals. Their If a big truck dares to come over, the old man in the village will dare to get under the car. Who dares to drive in? It's useless to call the police. They have no choice but to give up the warehouse and sublet the land at a low price. It’s a battlefield.”

“After this incident, no one dares to buy or rent collective land in rural areas anymore.”

Unexpectedly, there is such a strange news. Zhang Ruanruan had never heard of it in her previous life.

But she finally remembered that something similar happened in Qingping Village.

When Zhang Ruoruan was young, there was a sand excavation field next to Qingping Village, and large trucks passed by Qingping Village every day.

Later, Qingping Village once needed to build something, and all the villagers in the village asked for donations. Villagers also came to collect donations for the sand dredging field.

At first, the owner of the sand excavation field just offered five hundred to settle the matter, but the villagers in Qingping Village directly demanded five thousand.

Not giving? If you don't give them, just send a few old men who are about to be buried to move a bench and sit on the road in Qingping Village every day. If a truck from the sand excavation field passes by, they will sit in the middle of the road.

In just half a day, the owner of the sand excavation field made a "voluntary" donation of 5,000 yuan.

This is the highest fighting force in the countryside: the old man with half his foot in the coffin.

It was a bit barbaric, but the folk customs of that era were so "simple".

It's much better now, everyone is starting to talk about truth and quality.

……

Zhang Ruoruan nodded. If what happened in Niutou Village is true, then it has indeed dissuaded many people who wanted to rent or buy rural collective land.

Because you are right next to someone, if someone wants to mess with you, you will really be helpless.

As for the move-out contract?

Fuck you, the contract is useless.

Because they are not breaking the contract to take back the land, but they are saying that what you did has affected them, and they must either stop or compensate for mental damages.

"Hey, so, we can't make this money." The uncle shook his head with regret: "You don't know, when the villagers of Niutou Village sold their land before, each person got more than 10,000 yuan. The family has a large population, more than 80,000 or 90,000, which is great. "

The uncle's household registration number has reached eight. I can't imagine how cheerful and lively their family will be if all the collective land in Qingping Village is sold.

Zhang Ruoruan suddenly said: "Can I rent it?"

The uncle's face stiffened.

Then he thought for a moment: "Yes, it should be possible, but why are you renting it?"

The rent for collective land is not cheap.

"I am useful." Zhang Ruoruan did not elaborate, but asked: "If I want to rent, what should I do?"

The uncle scratched his head in embarrassment: "Go and ask the village chief. This land belongs to the whole village and is under his control."

There are many types of collectives, including those for the whole village, some for a certain group, and some for a certain team.

Zhang Ruoruan understood, said thank you, and walked to the village chief's house.

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(Tonight will be shorter. I was originally writing well. Unknown bugs and moths flew into the room twice in a row, disrupting my rhythm. I will write more tomorrow.)