Chapter 231 Uncle Jiu returns to the village, causing a stir
When Deng Shirong returned to his hometown with his children, the whole Naye Village was in an uproar. The idle villagers gathered together to inquire about the opening of the restaurant.
After all, the opening of Deng Shirong County Hotel has been a hot topic in Naye Village for more than a month.
"Jiu Gong, your restaurant in the county has opened. How is business?"
"Jiu Gong, are you really going to hand over the restaurant to Uncle Yuntai and Aunt Yuntai to manage?"
"Uncle Jiu, your restaurant business should be pretty good, right? I think it's definitely better than Yuntai being a big jar chef. Am I right?"
"Nine Lords..."
Hearing the questions from his cousins, Deng Shirong smiled and said, "At present, the restaurant business is pretty good. It is indeed better than my family's Yuntai making pottery and tile. On the one hand, the income has increased a lot, and on the other hand, it doesn't have to be as hard as making pottery and tile."
The villagers of Naye Village were not surprised to hear this answer. If anyone else had opened a restaurant in the county town, there would definitely be people who were optimistic and those who were not, and even the pessimistic people would have accounted for the majority. But it was different if it was Deng Shirong who opened a restaurant in the county town.
In Naye Village today, who doesn't admire Deng Shirong, this capable man? Whether he is contracting a brick and tile factory with Deng Yungui, or reclaiming orchards to plant lychees and watermelons, he is making a lot of money. Everyone has a blind trust in him.
Therefore, when the villagers heard Deng Shirong's answer that the restaurant business was good and better than Yuntai's tile making, they all expressed envy while sighing.
After all, Deng Yuntai can earn more than 200 yuan a month by making tiles, which is an open secret in Naye Village.
Nowadays, the restaurant's income is much higher than Deng Yuntai's income from making jars and tiles, which means he can earn at least two to three hundred yuan a month. Zhang Xiuping and Deng Yunzhen have not returned, so their help in the restaurant must also be counted as income. The villagers really can't imagine how high the combined income is.
In short, everyone present understood that Uncle Jiu's (Jiu Gong) family had a new stable and generous source of income, and their lives were getting better and better.
In addition to inquiring about the opening of Deng Shirong's restaurant, the villagers did not ignore Deng Yunheng, the first college student in the village. They all gathered around him to ask about his well-being and also curiously asked about some things in the capital.
"Yunheng, you must have been to Tiananmen Square, right? How big is it?"
"Uncle Yunheng, the ancient imperial palace is in the capital. Have you ever been inside to see it?"
"Uncle Yunheng, have you seen the great leader?"
"Uncle Yunheng..."
Questions were raised one after another, and everyone was very curious about the capital city.
If we were to choose a place that ordinary people across the country most want to visit, Beijing would definitely be at the top of the list without any dispute, and no place could shake its position.
No matter how naive the villagers' questions were, Deng Yunheng patiently answered them one by one.
Half an hour later, the villagers had understood everything they needed to know and they dispersed contentedly.
Then, the news that Deng Shirong made money by opening a restaurant in the county town spread throughout the village as the villagers dispersed, and then continued to spread to the second and third villages.
Making money by doing business in the county town was already a hot topic in the countryside at that time. In addition, the protagonist was Deng Shirong, a star figure of the Bangjie Brigade, so it was normal for the news to spread quickly.
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The next morning.
After having breakfast at home, Deng Shirong told his children to study hard at home and then rode out on his bicycle.
Today is the 19th day of the sixth lunar month. In about ten days, the longans at Baiping Farm will be ready for picking. He must go to Tan Lian as soon as possible to rent or buy a house to avoid being seen and serve as a temporary transit station.
In addition, I also have to visit my third sister's home and my two brothers-in-law's homes to tell them about my nephews' work situation in the county town so that my relatives don't worry.
The headquarters of Baiping Farm is located 500 meters east of Tanlian boarding and alighting station on Bo (Bai)-Long (Tan) Highway. It has direct access by car, making transportation very convenient.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Deng Shirong came to this area and began looking for a suitable house to rent or buy.
Deng Shirong's requirements for the house are very simple. As long as it is an empty house that can store things, it will be fine. The location should be remote, and there should be no other houses within a few dozen meters. It doesn't matter if the house is a dilapidated one. After all, it is just a temporary stopover and he will not live here.
After riding his bike around for several minutes, he finally found a suitable house.
This is a dilapidated mud brick house with two rooms. Judging from the degree of corrosion on the outer wall, it is probably several decades old. Deng Shirong peeked inside through the crack in the door and found that no one lived inside, but there were a lot of firewood. It was obvious that the owner of the house used this place as a firewood shed.
Next, Deng Shirong rode his bike to the nearest house and saw a middle-aged man sitting at the door smoking. He greeted him and said, "Cousin, I want to ask you something. Do you know whose house those two firewood houses are?"
While speaking, Deng Shirong pointed to the house over there.
The middle-aged man held the hookah and asked instead of answering, "A cousin, where are you from? Why are you asking this?"
Deng Shirong smiled and said, "I'm from Bangjie Brigade. I want to buy those two firewood houses, so I want to ask you, cousin, who they belong to."
The middle-aged man suddenly realized what was going on. Although he was a little confused as to why the Bangjie Brigade came to their village to buy two firewood houses, it was none of his business, so he pointed the way and said, "That's the firewood house of the pork seller in our village. He sells pork at the intersection of Tanlian Road. Just go find him."
Deng Shirong thanked him and then rode his bicycle towards Tanlian intersection.
After watching Deng Shirong leave, the middle-aged man continued to stuff tobacco into the pipe, muttering something.
It is not far from here to Tanlian intersection by bicycle. In a few minutes, Deng Shirong found the pork seller mentioned by the middle-aged man.
The pork seller was a middle-aged man in his forties. When he saw Deng Shirong riding his bicycle over, he immediately greeted him enthusiastically, "Cousin, what kind of pork do you want to buy?"
“I don’t buy pork.”
Deng Shirong shook his head, pointed in a direction, and said, "Boss, do you have two firewood sheds over there?"
The butcher didn't know why he came, but he nodded and said, "My house has two firewood houses over there. Why are you asking this, cousin?"
Deng Shirong smiled and said, "I want to buy the two firewood houses in your house. I wonder if you are willing to sell them?"
This kind of house is not worth it anyway. If he can make money from the longan business this year, and maybe do this business every year in the future, it would be more convenient for him to buy a house here.
The butcher was surprised when he heard this. Their two firewood houses were so dilapidated that they were not suitable for living. How could someone buy them? He hesitated for a moment and said, "I am willing to sell you the house, but I have to keep the foundation to build a house for my son in the future."
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Deng Shirong said: "If there is no foundation, then there is no point in me buying this house, so why don't you rent the house to me?"
Land is very important to rural people, and they will only sell it when they are desperate. This is why Zhurou Lao is not very interested in selling houses, but if selling houses is replaced by renting them, he will be very interested.
Therefore, as soon as Deng Shirong finished speaking, Zhu Rou Lao said excitedly: "Of course you can rent a house. How long do you want to rent it for?"
Deng Shirong smiled and said, "If the price is not too high, I would like to rent it for ten years first."
"Don't worry, I will definitely give you the best price."
As he said this, the butcher did a quick calculation in his mind, and then made an offer: "15 yuan a year for rent, 150 yuan for ten years, what do you think, cousin?"
Although this price was already very cheap for Deng Shirong, he still bargained and said, "I only use the house temporarily every year, and 15 yuan a year is still too expensive."
The butcher said, "My dear, this price is really not expensive. On average, one month's rent is only worth a little over a pound of pork. How can it be expensive?"
Deng Shirong smiled and said: "If I use this house for a long time, this price is acceptable, but I rent this house just to temporarily store longan. I can't use it at other times, so it is indeed a bit expensive.
Ah Biao, give it to me at a lower price. "
He doesn't lack this little money, but bargaining is necessary. He must not give people the impression that he is stupid and has a lot of money, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.
Finally, after some discussion, Deng Shirong rented the house for one dollar a month.
Both parties are quite satisfied with this price.
After they agreed on the price, the butcher said, "A cousin, today is too late. Give me two days. I will empty the firewood in the firewood room first. You can come back to sign the agreement in two days. Is that okay with you?"
"sure."
Deng Shirong nodded, then took out two dollars from his pocket and handed them to the butcher, saying, "I'll pay the deposit first. Will I come back here to see you the day after tomorrow?"
The butcher took the money and said, "Yes, I sell pork here every day. Just come find me the day after tomorrow."
"Okay, I understand. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!"
"Well, take care, cousin!"
After watching Deng Shirong ride away on his bike, the villagers who had heard what happened nearby congratulated the pork seller, their tone full of envy.
This shabby firewood house can be rented for one dollar a month, which is twelve dollars a year. This is not a small amount of money. The most important thing is that this money is equivalent to being picked up for free, which naturally deserves everyone's congratulations and envy.
The pork seller also had a big smile on his face. It was hard for him not to be happy when such a good thing as pie in the sky happened to him.
After all, the only use of his dilapidated ancestral house now is to store firewood, and firewood does not necessarily have to be kept in the house, it can also be placed in the corner of the doorway, which basically has no impact.
So, this money was really free money for him.
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