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Chapter 916: A Small Village at the Northern Foothills of Qinling Mountains
Fang Minghua drove directly into the village and went straight to the village committee.

The village committee is located on the west side of the village. Finally, the car stopped in the yard of the village committee. After the two got off the car, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a jacket came out. His name was Zhou Zhiming. He was the party secretary of this village. He had been a soldier when he was young and was a very generous person.

After the two men shook hands, Zhou Zhiming took Fang Minghua and walked back along the way they came. After five minutes of walking, they arrived at a small farmyard at the foot of the mountain. It was a tiled house that was common in the area, surrounded by a fence.

Zhou Zhiming stood at the gate of the fence and called out, and a man in his early thirties walked out of the house. He was the owner of the house, Zhou Jun.

Zhou Jun knew that Fang Minghua was buying his own house, so he warmly invited them in and showed him around.

The area of ​​this house is quite large, with an area of ​​more than 400 square meters including the yard. It has five tiled houses facing north and south, and two side rooms next to it, forming an L-shaped structure.

Unlike the half-covered houses in Guanzhong area, the architecture here is more like that in southern Qin, but the houses are older, with the main body still made of earthen walls and some of the tiles on the roof still covered with moss, showing that they are quite old.

There is a vegetable patch in front of the yard, and perhaps because no one takes care of it, it is full of weeds.

Fang Minghua just stood in the yard and didn't go into the house. There was nothing to see. If he bought it, he would definitely tear it down and rebuild it.

"Chairman Fang, my family has a piece of private land on the slope behind the house. If you want to buy this house, I will give it to you." Zhou Jun said with a smile.

So Fang Minghua and others followed Zhou Jun to the back of the house.

The house is built at the foot of the hillside, and there are two lush ginkgo trees. The hillside is relatively flat. There is a piece of cultivated land about 20 meters away from the house. The area is about two mu, but it is also overgrown with weeds.

Fang Minghua is generally satisfied.

There was no excessive bargaining. After talking with Zhou Jun for a few minutes, he finally bought the courtyard for 2.8 yuan. Then he went to the village committee to write an agreement, and both parties signed and sealed it. The village committee also stamped it with a big red seal in three copies.

There are three copies, one for the buyer and one for the seller, and one for the village committee.

In principle, rural residential land is not allowed to be freely bought and sold, but these days many things are turned a blind eye to, and as long as both parties agree, no one cares.

Fang Minghua took all the money and took out three stacks of money and gave them to Zhou Jun. He left happily and left the key to the door before leaving, saying that there were no valuable furniture in the house and he would give them all to him.

After Zhou Jun left, Zhou Zhiming asked tentatively, "Chairman Fang, what about the road construction?"

"Don't worry, I promised you that. Find someone to make a budget and see how much money is needed. I will transfer the money directly to your village committee account and you can find a construction team to build it!"

Fang Minghua said.

"I've done it, take a look." Zhou Zhiming immediately went into his office and came out in less than two minutes with a stack of documents in his hand.

Fang Minghua looked through it and said, "Okay, I'll transfer the funds to the village committee account when I get back."

"That's great." Zhou Zhiming smiled. "Don't worry, I will finish repairing this road this year! Then we will erect a stone tablet at the entrance of the village, stating that it was you who paid for the repair!"

"No, Secretary Zhou, please don't make trouble." Fang Minghua hurriedly dissuaded him: "If you do this, I won't come!"

"Okay then, I'll do as you say!"

Zhou Zhiming told Fang Minghua and the others that they were in a hurry to leave at noon and wanted to have lunch at his house, and Fang Minghua agreed.

Now that they had nothing to do, Fang Minghua said to Zhou Zhiming, "You do your thing, we'll just walk around the village."

"Okay, you guys can go around. I'll go home and tell my wife to cook. We'll serve dinner at 12 o'clock sharp." Zhou Zhiming said.

Fang Minghua nodded and walked out of the office, and Zhao Hongjun followed him. As soon as they left the village committee yard, Zhao Hongjun asked, "What road are you repairing? Is it the dirt road from the county road to the village?"

"Yes, we fought all the way to the entrance of the village committee."

"I think it's three kilometers long, and it will probably cost six or seven hundred thousand yuan," said Zhao Hongjun.

"Yes, the budget is 78. If I lived here, I would have to repair it anyway, otherwise the road would be difficult to travel on when it rains." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Haha, it probably won't cost you that much to build your villa here, right?"

"Why be so high-profile? I won't build a two-story building, just build a few large tiled houses. How about this village, do you want to live here too?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Me?" Zhao Hongjun looked at the small mountain village and said, "Forget it. I went to Gansu Province to work in the countryside and lived in the village for several years. Those days are unbearable to look back on. I don't want to live in the countryside anymore."

At the end, Zhao Hongjun sighed deeply.

Everyone has a side that they don't want to recall.

When Zhao Hongjun went to the countryside to work, he suffered more than the other educated youth because of his father. Now it seems that this has left a shadow on him.

"Just now when we entered Fengyukou, I saw a villa area at the foot of the Qinling Mountains. I heard there is also a golf course there. If you buy a house there, the environment is much better than yours." Zhao Hongjun said with a smile.

"Be careful, that's the Qinling Mountains Conservation Area. It's not allowed to build villas or golf courses. Be careful that it may be demolished in the future," Fang Minghua reminded.

Zhao Hongjun disagreed: "There are so many things that are not allowed. Besides, which developer who can build villas there doesn't have a background? And who can buy villas there is either rich or noble? Who dares to touch it?"

After listening to this, Fang Minghua smiled and said nothing.

After walking around and seeing that it was almost time, they returned to the village committee. Zhou Zhiming was already waiting there and invited them to his home for dinner.

Of course, it's not just Fang Minghua and the other two, there's also the village director, who is about the same age as Zhou Zhiming and looks rather honest.

Zhou Zhiming's home is behind the village committee. It is a two-story building with a TV, washing machine, refrigerator, and a solar water heater installed on the roof. There is a Changan van in the yard. His family is relatively well-off.

Later I learned that Zhou Zhiming had contracted a sand and gravel factory in the mountains.

The dish was a large pot of braised chicken with potatoes, and there were also a few local side dishes. Zhou Zhiming originally wanted to open a bottle of wine, but was politely declined by Fang Minghua: I absolutely do not drink while driving.

After finishing their meal, the two drove home separately. Zhao Hongjun did not return to his own home either. Instead, he shamelessly followed Fang Minghua back to his yard, saying that there was no one at home to cook.

"Wang Xia is not at home?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I don't want to go to my parents' place for a meeting in Yanjing. I'm over 40 years old and my dad still scolds me all the time."

Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this.

The two were chatting in the yard. Zhao Hongjun suddenly thought of something and said, "Minghua, Dai Jiali and Zheng Hongbo have been arguing fiercely recently, but the lawsuit has not yet reached me."

"What's the matter? Is it about Tomato Chinese Network?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.

(End of this chapter)