In various places of the three groups of Hushan Village, conversations are taking place.
"Cadre Huo explained it clearly. This land contract certificate is equivalent to a savings book. The land transfer is equivalent to us depositing the land in the village. The rent is the interest. We can withdraw it anytime we want. I think it is very thorough."
"Mo Duo thought about it and decided to do it this way. Let's follow the government. The government has been harming us for a long time!"
"Oh, you are overthinking it! How could the village take away all the land at once? Officer Huo and Gu Daqiang have said that as a farmer, it is natural to grow crops to make a living. How could they not allow us to do so? They will leave us some land according to our request!"
"Suppose you have four mu of land at home. If you want to plant one mu, you can keep one mu. If you want to plant two mu, you can keep two mu. What? You want to plant all four mu? Are you deliberately making trouble? Humph! Cadre Huo said that even if you want to plant all four mu, you can, but if two mu happen to be stuck in the middle of a contiguous land, then the village will transfer two mu of land from other places to you, so that the cooperative's land can be connected into a piece, and you can plant machines and film, and you can still plant the land. What do you think? Do you want to be convinced?"
"Cadre Huo said that we should first look at the total number of acres concentrated by our group, connect the large plots as much as possible, and then divide the remaining land equally among people according to the land contract certificate. No one should take more than they deserve. This is completely reasonable!"
......
“So, you still need to read more!”
It was still the familiar small mound. After a busy day, Gu Daqiang sat on a stone, looking at Huo Qianli, and sighed sincerely.
These days, Huo Qianli's mind seemed to have suddenly opened up, and all kinds of ideas emerged one after another. Those tricks, such as asking his children who worked away from home to persuade him, asking relatives to come to his house, and how to deal with those who really wanted to farm themselves, were all thought out by him on his own.
He is so smart that even Gu Daqiang, a veteran from Hushan Village, can't catch up with him.
Huo Qianli waved his hands modestly, "Thank you for the compliment, brother. It's nothing. I just took all the circumstances into consideration."
He took out the small notebook he always carried with him from his pocket, took a look at it, and said happily, "With Gu Chengrong breaking the deadlock, the other party representatives have gradually agreed. There are a total of 37 households in the three groups, and now 32 have agreed. Victory is in sight!"
The smile on Gu Daqiang's face slowly faded, "I'm afraid it's not that easy!"
"Huh?" Huo Qianli was a little confused.
"There is one household that is very determined and just won't do it." Gu Daqiang sighed, "I went to him once, and Rong San's father went there once, but we couldn't persuade him. The key is that this man is usually righteous and a capable person in the village. The neighbors all listen to him. The five households that have not agreed are all near his home, and they are all waiting for him to express his position! The key is that this man's surname is not Gu, which makes it difficult!"
Huo Qianli raised his eyebrows, "Which household?"
Gu Daqiang calmly said a name, "Zhan Baozhuang."
The image of a strong black tower immediately emerged in Huo Qianli's mind.
He couldn't help but smile. It was he who inspired the breakthrough and he was the one who finally ended it. It seemed like a matter of fate!
"Don't take it lightly. Tie Niu is a stubborn person." Looking at Huo Qianli's smile, Gu Daqiang reminded him, "What I was most afraid of before was that he would disagree. I didn't expect that what I feared would come true!"
Huo Qianli restrained his expression and nodded.
......
The next day, ten o'clock in the morning.
A father and son were about to return home after finishing their morning work when they met two people who were waiting by the roadside.
"What's up?"
Zhan Erniu looked at the man in white shirt blocking his way, raised his eyebrows, and was full of vigilance.
Huo Qianli ignored him and looked at the even stronger black tower behind him.
It was also the first time for him to communicate face to face with this famous farmer in Hushan Village. He smiled and said, "Hello, Brother Zhan. I have heard of you for a long time."
Being ignored, Zhan Erniu was quite angry, "I'm asking you a question!"
"Shut up." Zhan Baozhuang said lightly, making Zhan Erniu instantly quiet down.
He nodded calmly to Huo Qianli, "Hello."
"Can we talk?"
"There's nothing to talk about. I grow crops on my own land, so I don't need any machines."
Standing on the road, Huo Qianli, who was originally full of confidence, looked at the backs of the father and son with helplessness.
Gu Haitao was speechless: "Why is Uncle Tieniu like this? He is so stubborn!"
"Everyone has their own concerns, so take it slow." Huo Qianli smiled bitterly.
On the other side, Zhan Erniu, who had just walked a short distance, suddenly stopped, and Zhan Baozhuang looked at him in confusion.
Zhan Erniu looked at his father and said hesitantly, "Did that kid take advantage of me just now?"
Zhan Baozhuang exhaled two harsh breaths from his nostrils.
......
The father and son walked back home. Mother Zhan came out wearing an apron and holding a spatula and said, "Erniu, come and get some water to wash your hands. There is still half a watermelon that I bought yesterday. Mom will cut it for you."
Sitting at the small table under the eaves, Zhan's mother opened her mouth hesitantly, but couldn't speak. She just picked up a piece of watermelon and handed it to Zhan Baozhuang, "Are you tired? Eat more."
As soon as it was handed over, Zhan Baozhuang and Zhan Erniu were stunned.
Zhan Erniu, who had always enjoyed his mother's love, opened his hands blankly and said, "Mom, where are mine?"
Mother Zhan glared at him, and Zhan Baozhuang handed the watermelon in his hand to his son, picked up another piece, and said calmly: "Just say whatever you want to say. We are all family, how can I turn my face against you?"
"Iron Ox." Mother Zhan called out Zhan Baozhuang's nickname and said carefully, "Do you think the land concentration issue is a good thing..."
My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It’s even more exciting later!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
