Chapter 629 Making Mischief
"Really giving us all of these?" Old Li said, beaming from ear to ear.
"Here you go. See if you don't believe me? I'll come over tomorrow to sign the contract. Just tell me if you agree or not." Chen Feng said directly.
"Agreed, agreed, it's settled then." Li Lao Er nodded hurriedly.
"Oh, right, brother, I want more than just your thatched house; I want the land around it too," Chen Feng added.
"Is it the area at the village entrance?" Li Lao Er asked to confirm.
“Yes, that one piece.” Chen Feng nodded.
"Hey, I've given it all to you. That piece of land isn't worth much anyway," Li Lao Er said with a smile, relieved.
"Okay, that's settled then. I'll come over tomorrow to sign the contract." Chen Feng stood up and shook hands with him. At Li Lao Er's insistence, they added each other on WeChat.
"Take care, take care, brother." Li Lao Er saw Chen Feng to the door and returned to his room with a satisfied smile.
After Chen Feng and his companions left, they all had smiles on their faces.
"It's much simpler than I imagined. This way, he won't lose out, and we can accept it too," Qi Minglin said with a smile.
"They just don't know what's buried underneath. If they did, they definitely wouldn't have given in so easily."
Chen Feng had seen this before. He had used countless methods to acquire his gold mine, let alone rare earth mines.
“Tell them to move here. We can live in the woods across from the village, that way we won’t have to travel back and forth. Then call the piling team and ask them to come and survey the area,” Chen Feng said, lighting a cigarette.
"Okay." Qi Minglin took out her phone and started making a call.
About an hour later, they drove to the entrance of the village.
"Don't head this way, go to the open space across the way, into the woods." Chen Feng waved his hand, signaling them to drive in that direction.
Chen Feng and his group followed the convoy and went over as well.
"Captain Qi, what's going on? Have you found anything?" someone asked.
"There is a little, but we still need to try driving piles."
"Everyone, come here. I'm telling you, keep your mouths shut."
"No matter what anyone says or asks, even if they put a knife to your throat, you are not allowed to talk to me about rare earth elements, understand?"
Before Chen Feng could give any instructions, Qi Minglin said what he wanted to say.
"Knowing that we are Captain Qi, we certainly won't say anything. Who would dare to talk about this?"
"Don't worry, Captain Qi, we know."
"Of course, who would bother talking about this for no reason?"
Upon hearing this, everyone nodded in unison, indicating that they would not tell anyone.
"What's the situation in the village? Have they found another rare earth mine?" Zhang Richeng asked, walking over with a look of surprise on his face.
"Not necessarily, I don't know yet. I've already called the pile drivers over," Qi Minglin replied.
“That’s great. As long as we drive the piles, there’s hope. I trust Captain Chen’s intuition; he’s always been so accurate.”
"It seems we can finally catch our breath this time."
Zhang Richeng meant that if they could find another rare earth mine, time wouldn't be so tight, and they would be able to catch their breath.
"I hope so," Qi Minglin shrugged, not saying anything more.
"Hey, we're so close to the village, do we still need to go back to the county to buy supplies? Aren't they available in the village?" the cook suddenly realized and asked.
"There's a small shop inside, but I don't know about anything else. But I feel that even if the village doesn't sell vegetables, each household probably grows their own," Qi Minglin guessed.
"Okay, I'll go ask around. If we can buy it here, that would be great, saving us from going all that way." The chef said, heading into the village to take a look.
"Hey, take me with you. I'm out of cigarettes. I've been asking Lao Wang for some these past few days. I'm going to go buy a pack."
"I'll go for a stroll too, maybe buy some snacks or something."
When the chef spoke, many people said they wanted to follow along. After all, sitting in the field was too boring, and even if they didn't buy anything, it would be nice to take a stroll.
"Then come with me, let's go see what's going on." The cook excitedly led seven or eight people into the village.
They'll definitely be staying here permanently in the future, even settling down here, so there's no harm in getting to know them now. Therefore, Qi Minglin didn't bother with them.
Zhang Richeng sat at the camp without moving, his eyes slightly lowered, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
About half an hour later, the chef and his group returned with large and small bags.
"You know what, this village isn't as difficult as I imagined. They actually have a vegetable shop," the chef said happily.
“This village is big; you definitely wouldn’t find something like this in a small village. And don’t even mention a vegetable shop, there’s a mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop here.”
"It just doesn't smell as good as the chain stores," someone added.
"What more can you ask for from a village? It's good enough that they have a mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop. At least this time I don't have to eat bread in the morning," someone next to me laughed.
"Wow, there's even a mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant! I really want to try it." A girl in the area immediately lit up with excitement upon hearing this.
"I'm going too! Count me in!"
"This place is wonderful, I love it."
Laughter filled the area; at least buying things this time wouldn't be as troublesome as in Pingcun City.
The chef bought a lot of groceries, planning to treat everyone to a nice meal that evening.
The piling team is on its way and should arrive by tomorrow afternoon.
Everyone enjoyed the dinner, except Zhang Richeng, who had little appetite.
"Brother Zhang, why aren't you eating?" someone asked upon seeing this.
"Who knows? I feel like I'm already full, I just can't eat anything more," Zhang Richeng said, holding his rice bowl, puzzled.
"Have you had enough of stir-fried dishes?" the man guessed.
"Maybe so. When they mentioned mala tang (a spicy hot pot dish), I actually started to crave it," Zhang Richeng said, putting down his rice bowl.
"I want to try the spicy hot pot here. Anyone want to come with me?"
Everyone's eating, who would want to go eat spicy hot pot with him?
“I’ll go with you. I don’t really like the food today either, so we can keep each other company,” Gao Hua said, standing up.
He simply didn't get any food and just sat there doing nothing.
"Ha, if you two aren't going, then we'll go." Zhang Richeng said, and walked into the village with Gao Hua.
Halfway there, Zhang Richeng took out two masks and handed one to Gao Hua.
Seeing this, Gao Hua understood immediately and put it on his face.
"Auntie, is there a mala tang (spicy hot pot) shop in our village? Where is it?" Zhang Richeng asked at the village entrance.
"The noodle shop is inside. There's a sign at the entrance. Just look at the sign."
"By the way, what do you do?" the old woman asked curiously.
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