Song Tan Jishi

Xiao Zhu, the Party Secretary, has a deep understanding of efficient policies. Once the deal is settled, he rushes 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...

What's going on? You can’t take it home!

Who would have thought that it was a coincidence that just as I was sending the man 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 no longer the case to work for others all the time. He still has to start his own business!

 Fortunately, I am missing some entrepreneurial capital!

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

 After all, they are using it to upgrade a B&B, so you don’t want to raise the price yourself 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 a living room.

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

With this plan in mind, when Party Secretary Xiao Zhu came back, the old man’s bedding had been packed away to the shed over there by his son who was very diligent.

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

But Party Secretary Xiao Zhu only kept a smile on his lips and asked politely: "Old man, the windows in your house are somewhat broken, and there is air leakage from behind. 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, so it won’t be a big deal for him to clean up the house.”

 “No trouble, no trouble…” Li Fuqiang chuckled and squeezed forward.

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

His own dear father, do you 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 Zhu, do you think my house has been negotiated?"

 “What is negotiated and not negotiated?”

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu was fussy in the room with a calm face, pointing: "This door is not good either...Brother Li, it's not me. In our assessment at the end of this year, the living environment of the elderly in the village is also a 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 more decently?

Fine, as long as we can get money, we can do whatever we want!

But Xiaozhu, the branch secretary, said: "Our house in a remote rural area has a rent of 500 yuan. People doing business are not taking advantage of it, so 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."

 Lao Song family? Song Tan? !

Then Li Fugui knows too much!

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 laughing:

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

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

“Besides, my dad doesn’t have a good relationship with her. All our rhubarb is given to her.”

"Did you give Dahuang? I didn't hear about it." Xiao Zhu, the branch secretary, 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 has finally seen through it. This woman is just nagging, doing everything in advance and not giving him a chance.

 But he is also a good person: since he is here and has not left, and his father has given cattle as gifts, then there is something to talk about!

So with a quick word of mouth, my dilapidated old house, which no one wanted, 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, a dilapidated house in a remote part of the mountain can be bought 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...

"500000!"

As soon as the price was quoted, Party Secretary Xiao Zhu raised his eyebrows, snorted, turned around and left.

It’s really no nostalgia at all.

On the contrary, it seemed that Li Fuqiang was panicking, and he hurriedly chased him up with a hammer:

“Hey, hey, don’t leave. Let’s sit down together and talk about the price. If you don’t counter-offer, you can’t do business sincerely...”

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

“Repay half a million yuan...you should ask the village who is willing to buy your piece for 50,000 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!"

 “How can a woman have a homestead?”

Party Secretary Xiao Zhu sneered: "I'm afraid you've never seen a woman become an official... The price is 300,000 yuan, including the transfer of the tea mountain in the next thirty years, plus your family's homestead and old house."

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

 Originally, an abandoned tea mountain would cost more than 10,000 yuan a year, let alone a homestead.

It's better now, I'm afraid it won't be possible to get the two things together with 400,000 yuan.

 But...300,000?

 Li Fuqiang is already moved.

He has calculated more than once how much the things in his hometown are worth.

Let’s just talk about the deserted tea mountain that no one takes care of. In a well-known tea-producing area, the highest price for an acre of land can be up to 10,000.

 But what about them here? The year before last, someone from a nearby village offered a contract for 50 acres of land, which cost 4,700 yuan a year, almost the same price as barren hills.

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

Now the Old Song family wants to pay for it, and they have to pay 300,000 yuan at one time... No, no, it has to be guaranteed for 30 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 is in a tangle.

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 by your grandfather..."

 Li Fuqiang suddenly woke up!

yes!

His grandfather passed it down, and it has not made more than 50,000 yuan for the family until now.

The tea plantation 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 to two meters long, it’s too difficult to cut firewood and burn them. Who would be willing to ask for them!

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

Li Fuqiang gritted his teeth: "300,000 is too little... It's not even enough to cover the land, let alone a homestead... So, 400,000! I'll sign for 400,000 now!"

 Although the price of the tea mountain has lost a bit, the price of the homestead land 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!

 Hold on, you must hurry up!

 His asking price made Branch Secretary Zhu heave a sigh of relief and thought: It’s settled.

But his face did not 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)