Lin Chuan asked the driver to wait in the hotel. He went to a nearby canteen and bought two sticks of Ashima cigarettes and two bottles of good wine, then knocked on the door of the village chief's house.
The person who opened the door was Jin Deshun, the head of Jinjia Village.
He was in his fifties, with a slightly curved spine and a dark face with fine wrinkles.
The "Chuan" pattern between her eyebrows seems to be worrying about something all the time.
The red vest he was wearing was already turning white, and the words "mass production" could still be vaguely seen.
"Who are you looking for?"
Jin Deshun had never seen Lin Chuan before, so he asked doubtfully.
"You must be Village Chief Jin. I'm from the city. My name is Lin Chuan. I want to contract some hills and build an economic ditch!"
Seeing that Lin Chuan was still carrying something, Jin De invited Lin Chuan to the yard.
The yard was not big, but it was quite clean. A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old seemed to be still sulking. When he saw Lin Chuan, he got up and went back to the house.
When he sat down, Lin Chuan also saw the torn admission notice thrown on the ground.
Looking at Jin Deshun's angry and helpless eyes, Lin Chuan immediately understood what was going on.
Lin Chuan put the things he bought on the table and said with a calm smile: "When we meet for the first time, a little kindness cannot be regarded as respect!"
Jin Deshun forced out a polite smile and said: "Come just come, why do you use things for nothing, and you don't get remuneration for nothing, I can't have this thing!"
Lin Chuan wiped the sweat from his cheek, immediately opened an Ashima, took out one and handed it to Jin Deshun.
Although he said no, Jin Deshun took the cigarette and took a long puff.
As if he had never smoked such a good cigarette, Jin Deshun's eyes also had a hint of enjoyment.
In this era, cigarettes are a stepping stone, and having cigarettes makes it easier to talk.
Jin Deshun took a few puffs of cigarette and started talking more.
"What are you going to do with Bao Shantou?"
"Raise some forest frogs, plant some understory ginseng and so on!"
Jin Deshun took two more long puffs, and the cigarette had reached its end.
Lin Chuan immediately gave him another cigarette, and this time Jin Deshun didn't even give in. He took it naturally, paired the two cigarettes with each other, lit them, and continued to smoke heavily.
"It's fine if you want. There are a lot of hills around Jinjia Village. It stretches for more than 20 miles to the south and is full of mountains. People of the older generation say that relying on the mountains, you eat the mountains.
But now the mountains are all barren, with not even a few trees. If you build an economic ditch, that’s fine. And if you pack the top of the mountain, you can’t carry the pack, you have to pack the pack next to each other!”
The calculation in Jin Deshun's heart was rattling.
Make your words clear first, and then set the conditions. If it works, we'll cover it; if it doesn't, we won't. This will save you a lot of trouble.
But this was exactly what Lin Chuan wanted.
I came here to contract all the mountains here. The coal mine is in the middle of the mountains, stretching for more than ten miles from left to right.
It's not okay if he doesn't take care of everything for himself.
But Lin Chuan didn't put his happiness on his face and asked: "If the price is right, I can consider buying it all!"
When Jin Deshun called from Linchuan and said he wanted to package the mountain, he had already thought about the price.
Generations of people in Jinjia Village have been farmers with their backs to the sky and their backs to the earth. They work hard for a year and only earn 40 or 50 RMB.
Nowadays, many people can't even find a wife, and they can't even pay for their son's college tuition. Otherwise, how could his son tear up the admission notice?
Finally, someone came to take over those barren mountains. This is when the God of Wealth came to Jinjia Village.
Therefore, Jin Deshun said simply: "The price of a barren mountain with a radius of 25 miles is 500 yuan a year, and the contract must be at least 10 years. If you think this price is acceptable, I will take you to see it now.
If it doesn’t work, then we don’t need to talk about it!”
The old man was very straightforward, but the price was indeed a bit high.
But Lin Chuan won't waste time for those few small bucks.
"500 yuan, the price is a bit high, but it's acceptable. Let's go see the top of the mountain first!"
Jin Deshun didn't bother, he immediately changed into a pair of rubber shoes, took the sickle, and led Lin Chuan into the mountains.
In fact, you don’t need to look at every hilltop. Just look at the nearest hilltop.
In the memory of his previous life, a farmer from Jinjia Village went into the mountains to collect herbs and accidentally discovered a fox hole at a place called Waikou Ao in front of him.
The farmers dug this hole and took out the coal.
And the Waikou Pass is just behind a few hills.
Standing on the top of the mountain in Linchuan, looking at the surrounding scenery, feeling the pride of seeing all the mountains at a glance, my mood suddenly became brighter.
He nodded repeatedly and said: "Not bad, very good, I am very satisfied, we can go back!"
Jin Deshun was still curious, why did he just look at the top of a mountain?
Thinking about it, Lin Chuan came from the city and must have lacked exercise. He was probably too tired to watch.
So Jin Deshun took Lin Chuan down the mountain without asking any questions.
Along the way, Lin Chuan looked at the environment around him and calmly considered several issues.
First of all, if we want to transport things here, we need to build roads.
And if you want to build roads, it will be very difficult.
Because this place is surrounded by mountains, one after another.
If you want to build a road into the mountains, it is a very large project, and it will definitely not be completed within a few months.
And it also requires a considerable amount of capital.
Secondly, the farmers in Jinjia Village are not good men and women.
In the memory of my previous life, when I was watching the news, I heard that the farmers in Jinjia Village wanted to take advantage of the coal mines they had developed in the mountains.
Although Jin Deshun agreed happily now, he will be the first to stand up and regret it when the time comes.
So before doing this, we must first consider the plan to deal with the villagers.
After returning to Jin Deshun's home, Lin Chuan immediately took out 25,000 yuan and slapped it in front of Jin Deshun's face.
"Uncle Jin, I am very satisfied, then I will contract for 50 years first!"
"Why not, no problem!"
Jin Deshun took a deep puff of his cigarette when he saw the wads of banknotes.
There are more than 100 families in Jinjia Village, and each family is given more than 200 yuan, which is their income for several years.
My son’s tuition fees are also covered.
Lin Chuan then showed Jin Deshun the contract that had been written in advance.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, Jin Deshun immediately signed and stamped his name, picked up the money, spat and started counting.
Lin Chuan put the contract away and smiled calmly: "Uncle Jin, from now on to the next 50 years, those mountains will be mine. It was agreed in the contract.
Within 50 years, every plant and tree on the mountain, whether on the ground or underground, will be mine!"
Jin Deshun just thought about dividing the money, and he didn't think about anything else.
Besides, even if you think about it, you won’t be able to consider what the terms of the contract say.
He nodded vigorously and said: "Yes, isn't the contract already written? It's all yours!"