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Song Wen was drinking tea by the lake with his feet up, and behind him was a busy construction site...

After the summer vacation, the southern Fujian garden he wanted to build with his hometown characteristics started construction.

Originally, he wanted to demolish the original house and rebuild it. Later, he heard from his father that when it rained heavily and mountain torrents broke out, the water in the lake would flood to the vicinity of the house now. Song Wen thought about it and decided to build the garden on the mountain with bamboos behind it. Because although there has not been any more water flooding in the house here for more than ten years, it may not be guaranteed to happen again. For this reason, he cut down the bamboos on the two hills and flattened a large area to build the garden. In the future, the garden was located in the bamboo forest, and I believe the scenery would be very good.

However, his father Song Yuanshui felt very distressed about the large area of ​​chopped bamboo forest, but these things were to be passed on to his son in the end, and he didn't say anything in the end.

Now all the bamboos on the mountain have been cut down and the top of the mountain has been flat. They have already started digging the foundation. But these are not his business. He has contracted all the projects for building the garden to the city's engineering team. Except for occasionally visiting, most of the cats are at home during the rest of the time.

Above the lake, a red dragonfly tapped the water, causing the lake to ripple.

The mountain breeze blows, the willow branches sway, and the indescribable poetic and picturesque meaning.

Lying on a rocking chair by the lake, Song Wen really wanted this kind of life to last forever.

Somehow, he suddenly remembered the crying tune he heard when he was a child watching a song opera, and couldn't help but shake his head and sing, "It's bitter...ah!"

At this moment, a sound of motorcycles came, and then I saw several motorcycles driving out of the bamboo forest opposite. After looking at it, they were all from the village and didn't know what to do. However, his village chief and second uncle also came, so he did not dare to neglect. He quickly sat up from the lying rocking chair and met it. High-quality update

We welcomed them into the house and made some tea. Only then did they learn from them that they were coming to discuss selling bamboo forests with him.

After discovering ancient tribal relics in the mountains, the province is interested in establishing a national-level ancient wild tribal museum here, and the newly established National Animal and Flora Reserve has allowed some people to discover business opportunities. The first thing is Songjiabao, located at the entrance of the National Animal and Flora Reserve and the museum to be established. Some people see the bamboo forest here and feel that the scenery is good, so they plan to build a sanatorium, and some people want to build a house and open a hotel here.

But Songjiabao is a village with strong family cohesion. How could it be possible to sell the land in the village to others?

So some people had bad ideas and bribed the county and town, and came to his second uncle every day to talk to his second uncle, asking him to buy land from the villagers. Song Yuanshui did not do such a thing, but it was not easy to offend people, so they asked them to find the landlords who wanted to buy the land and the people who contracted the forests in the village.

Those people turned to the people who contracted the forest in the village and talked to the landlords.

Song Youde contracted the ten acres of forests in the village. He had been planting bamboo for more than ten years. The income was good or bad. But his son set up a factory outside and asked him to help, so he had long planned to subcontract the forests he had contracted to others.

For a while, he made the officials and businessmen from the county and town annoyed, so he planned to subcontract the mountains and forests to others.

There are several types of subcontracting. One is to take over his bamboo forest, but the forest is from the village and the bamboo was planted later. The subcontractor has to take over the follow-up costs of the forest contract and the cost of the bamboo forest. It is not very cost-effective. The other is to accept all of them, not only subcontract the forest in the village, but also buy the bamboo he planted. High-quality updates are there, but that costs a lot of money.

The village will do this, and few people have the spare money. Even if there are, no one is willing to do this.

Although the bamboo forest management has good results, it is nothing.

Although a bamboo cut can be sold for more than ten to ten yuan, it depends on the year. Although the price of bamboo shoots is high, it depends on the look of God. If the rain is insufficient, it may be worse than working for people. Finally, the labor cost is deducted. In fact, the money is better than doing other businesses, and it is extremely tiring. Now more and more people come to the village to travel, and they earn more than planting bamboo to make money. Who would buy his bamboo forest unless they are fools?

Later, after thinking about it, I felt that only Song Wen could buy his bamboo forest.

Because his family has the largest bamboo forest, it is not that bad, so today I came to ask Song Wen if he wanted to buy it. If he wanted to buy it, he would sell it to him. If he didn't want to buy it, he could only let it be deserted and he could not sell it to outsiders to build a house.

Song Wen thought about it and responded to this matter, agreed to subcontract them from the village forests and buy the bamboo forests they planted.

Seeing that Song Wen was willing to buy the bamboo forest, the group was immediately happy because not only did they make a fortune, but they also got rid of a burden and no longer had to listen to the people from the county and town.

At noon, Song Wen fryed a few dishes and the group drank it dark.

The next day, he asked a lawyer to complete the subcontract contract. There are many families in the village who contracted the forests of forests, all of which were calculated by more than ten acres or one mountain. Some people who did not sell bamboo forests saw that Song Youde and others not only subcontracted the forests of the village, but also sold the bamboo forests they planted at home for so much money. They suddenly became jealous and ran over to ask Song Wen if he wanted to buy bamboo forests.

Song Wen refused everyone. A few days later, all the bamboo forests in the village became his own private ownership, and he paid millions for this.

He was almost angry when he heard this. He could hardly take care of the bamboo forests on five hills of his family, and he still bought someone else's? Are you stupid?

This is his old thought. Song Wen never thought about managing the bamboo forest himself. He could ask for help at that time, why bother doing it yourself?

When the bamboo forest becomes its own, it must be made better. So Song Wen began to ask someone to pave the road and bury the water pipes in the bamboo forest. It is like his own bamboo forest, so that he can drive freely, so as not to dig bamboo shoots and run around the mountains. In autumn and winter, he still has to worry about having no water and death.

Behind is a busy construction site, in front is a busy villager paving roads, digging ditches and burying water pipes. For a moment, the quiet forest was extremely lively.

Song Wen was not idle either. He went to see how the villagers were making from time to time, and even cooked noodles to make snacks for them.

Although I paid for the villagers to do things, the villagers in the village cannot give everyone the impression of being stingy. Besides, only when I eat enough can I have the energy to work, so there is no need to save these few cents.

The villagers are getting more and more laboriously.

On that day, Song Wen watched everyone paving the way in the bamboo forest again and joked with everyone, but saw a car driving over. The car came to the paving side and stopped, and walked out a middle-aged man with a 30-seven-year-old man combing his head. The man saw him walking straight over.

"Is it Mr. Song Wen?" the middle-aged man came to Song Wen and asked.

"You are..." Song Wen looked at the person who was asking questions in confusion, not knowing the person in front of him, and didn't know what he was coming to him for.

"I'm so rude, let me introduce you. I am a lawyer hired by Shenzhou Mainland Co., Ltd.. Our company plans to build a rural cultural street that integrates catering, tourism and vacation. I heard that you have subcontracted the village's forest, so I want to discuss the rental of this forest with you."

Song Wen glanced at the lawyer in front of him and said, "Do you think I look like a person who is short of money?"

"Uh..." The lawyer didn't know what Song Wen meant, but he said honestly: "It's not like."

How could it be that if you can spend millions to buy this bamboo forest at once?

"Since it's not like, why should I rent the bamboo forest to you?"

"This...can't be said that. Our company has decided to join forces with the county to build this cultural street, and it has been approved by the city..."

"What does this have to do with me?"

The lawyer was so angry that it was nothing to do with him. The cultural street they wanted to build was designed next to Songjiabao. First of all, they had to take down this forest, otherwise how to build it. Seeing Song Wen looking like he was not in trouble, the lawyer took out a piece of paper from his briefcase, which read "Lanling County on the acquisition of forest land for Songjiabao in Suiyuan Town."

Song Wen just glanced at it, turned his head and said, "Don't show it to me, I won't rent this bamboo forest to you."

"Mr. Song, you'd better think clearly so as not to regret it in the future." The lawyer's face suddenly became cold, and he almost said something. It would be a good end to go against the government.

"I'm waiting for you to make me regret it." Song Wen glanced at him and said lightly.

Seeing that the lawyer couldn't communicate with him, he hurriedly put away the documents and turned around and drove away. The villagers next to him looked at it and came over to ask with concern: "Awen, is it okay!"

"fine."

Song Wen smiled, but his eyes looked at the shadow of the car leaving, and he felt thoughtful. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better and faster!

ps: This is yesterday, I will be a little hardworking this month.
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