Lin Jindong cursed and swore, extremely dissatisfied with Lin Yifeng, that little brat.

Because Lin Yifeng asked him to take back the wasteland from the villagers and redistribute it to them!

Since 1978, Paishitou Village has not undergone a second land redistribution.

According to the normal timeline, the next redistribution of rural land was scheduled for 1997.

It is now 1992, and there are still 5 years until 1997.

Lin Yifeng can't wait five years, and neither can the 64 students.

So Lin Yifeng came up with an idea.

It just so happens that the corn harvest in Shitou Village has been completed, but they haven't had time to plant wheat yet.

Why not let the old village chief allocate the land 5 years ahead of schedule?

It's fine to allocate wasteland instead of fertile land.

As for whether this is against the rules or not.

I'll say it again.

Given the prevailing social climate in 1992, allocating land ahead of schedule was hardly a big deal.

In this era, there were countless cases of people becoming teachers a year earlier than Zhou Xuelan and distributing land five years earlier than those in Paishitou Village.

Lin Jindong naturally disagreed with Lin Yifeng's proposal, as it could provoke resentment and dissatisfaction among the villagers if not handled properly.

But Lin Yifeng knew his uncle's temperament well; he was someone who wanted to make a name for himself, but didn't have much ability.

Thus, Lin Yifeng easily fooled Lin Jindong:

"Uncle, if you agree to this, I'll tell my friend that when the school is built, a monument to his achievement will be erected!"

"This monument to achievement is built right at the school gate entrance, so that all students can see it as soon as they enter."

"When the time comes, I will engrave your name on the monument of achievements, so that everyone in Paishitou Village will remember your contributions and merits!"

No man can resist the allure of being remembered in history.

For someone like Lin Jindong, who has no real skills but wants a good reputation after death, Lin Yifeng's move hit his weak spot.

Lin Jindong, who originally didn't want to cause trouble, suddenly became breathless when he heard that Lin Yifeng wanted to have his name engraved on the school's monument of achievements at the entrance.

"Xiaofeng!"

The nickname "little rascal" has changed to "Little Feng"!

Are you really sure this school will be built?

The redistribution of land is illegal.

But what does it matter if it's against the rules if it gets my name on the new school's monument to achievement?

That man doesn't want to debut in the center position; his family tree has a separate page for him.

The thought that his name, from an ordinary rural area, could be engraved on the school's monument of achievements made Lin Jindong determined to go all out.

"Teacher Chen Mu asked me the same question before!"

"Why did you come here? How could you possibly recruit students from our village?"

Lin Yifeng patted his chest and assured him, "Uncle-in-law, you can say that!"

"If this school can't be built simply because of funding issues, I'll cut off my head and give it to you as a snack!"

How much does it cost to build a school?

With the current supplies, we probably wouldn't even need 50,000!

It's true that Stone Village is poor!

But there's no shortage of stone in Shitou Village!

This village, nestled deep in the mountains and relying on landslides for survival, may lack many things, but it certainly has no shortage of building materials.

Lin Yifeng's budget is 50,000 to build a school.

But in practice, 30,000 might be enough.

Of course, this budget only covers the construction of the building; school equipment and other items are not included in the budget.

That's an exaggeration.

Lin Jindong decided to go all out. He told Lin Yifeng to raise funds, and once the funds were in place, he would gather the villagers and redistribute the wasteland.

The wasteland that Lin Yifeng wanted was planned to be turned into a school.

"Uncle-in-law, the funds will arrive in three days at most!"

"You should prepare to redistribute the wasteland in advance. I want that piece of wasteland on the terraced fields south of our village!"

Lin Yifeng left after saying those words. After he left, the old village chief, Lin Jindong, Lin Yifeng's uncle, rubbed his cane with both hands and pounded the ground heavily.

He did it!

For Lin Yifeng, raising funds was the simplest thing.

Although in June, Lin Yifeng spent 300,000 yuan to buy a state-owned enterprise shop, 100,000 yuan to support the disaster area, and nearly 100,000 yuan to equip Xu Qingyi, Guo Fengsheng and others with mobile phones and buy digital cameras.

However, Lin Yifeng still has nearly 200,000 yuan in cash at his disposal.

Moreover, this amount of money is increasing by 20,000 to 30,000 every day.

For Lin Yifeng, raising funds simply meant having Xu Qingyi withdraw some money from the bank, nothing more.

There was no rush. Lin Yifeng, along with Bai Yejin, Zhou Xuelan, Xu Qingyi, and others, first went to the new school address to take a look and conduct a simple survey of the new campus.

Lin Yifeng doesn't understand architecture, nor is he a civil engineer, but that doesn't matter; he can do a simple land planning.

The new school is supposed to be five acres, but if you dig around a bit here and there, you can probably get about six acres.

Six acres is nearly 4,000 square meters. This area is not very large, but it is enough to build a primary school.

The primary school in Shitou Village is not planned to be too ornate.

All you need is a teaching building, a playground, a public toilet, and a simple dormitory building.

Two buildings, a playground, and a toilet.

This is the plan for the new school in Paishitou Village.

"Two buildings and a public toilet, how much space does that take up?"

"How about we get two playgrounds? One for running, and the other for basketball, badminton, and table tennis?"

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