Back to 80: My Literary Life

Fang Minghua drove directly into the village and went straight to the village committee.

The village committee is located in the west of the village. Finally, the car parked in the courtyard of the village committee. As soon as the two got off the car, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a jacket walked out. His name was Zhou Zhiming, and he was the party secretary of this village. , served as a soldier when he was young and was very generous.

After the two shook hands, Zhou Zhiming took Fang Minghua back along the way he came. After walking for five minutes, he came to a small farmyard at the foot of the mountain. It was a common tile-roofed house in the local area and was surrounded by a fence.

Zhou Zhiming stood at the fence door and shouted, and a man in his early thirties walked out of the house. The owner of this household was Zhou Jun.

Zhou Jun knew that Fang Minghua was buying his own house, so he warmly welcomed them in and took him to look around.

The area of ​​this house is quite large, covering more than 400 square meters including the yard. It has five tile-roofed houses from north to south, and two wing rooms next to it, forming an L-shaped structure.

Different from the half-built houses in Guanzhong area, the architecture here is more in line with Qinnan. However, the houses are relatively old, with the main body still being made of earthen walls, and some of the tiles on the roof are still covered with moss, which seems to have aged.

The vegetable patch in front of the yard was overgrown with weeds, perhaps because no one had taken care of it.

Fang Minghua only stood in the yard and did not enter the house. There was nothing to see. If he bought it, he would definitely tear it down and rebuild it.

"Chairman Fang, I still have a private plot of land on the slope behind the house. If you want to buy this house, I will give it to you." Zhou Jun said with a smile.

So Fang Minghua and others followed Zhou Jun to the back of the room.

The house was built just under the hillside, and there were two ginkgo trees growing lushly. The hillside was relatively gentle. There was a piece of cultivated land about 20 meters away from the house, which was about two cents in area, but it was also overgrown with weeds.

Fang Minghua is generally quite satisfied.

Without much haggling, I talked to Zhou Jun for a few minutes and finally bought the courtyard for 28,000 yuan. Finally, I went to the village committee to write an agreement, signed by both parties, and the village committee stamped it with a big red seal. Three servings.

In triplicate, each buyer and seller will keep one copy, and the other copy will be kept in the village committee.

In principle, free buying and selling of rural homesteads is not allowed, but many things these days are done by turning a blind eye. As long as both parties concerned agree, no one will care.

Qian Fang Minghua took all of them with him and took out three wads of money and handed them to Zhou Jun. He left happily. Before leaving, he left the key on the door and said that there was no valuable furniture in the house, so he would give it all to you.

After Zhou Jun left, Zhou Zhiming asked in a tentative tone: "Chairman Fang, what about road construction?"

"I promised you, don't worry. You can find someone to make a budget right away to see how much money is needed in total. I will pay it directly to your village committee's account, and you can find the engineering team to build it!"

Fang Minghua said.

"I've already done it, take a look." Zhou Zhiming immediately entered his office and came out within two minutes with a stack of information in his hand.

Fang Minghua looked through it and said, "Okay, I'll transfer the funds to the village committee's account when I get back."

"That's great." Zhou Zhiming said with a smile on his face: "Don't worry, I will build this road this year! Then there will be a stone monument at the head of the village, and it will say on it that you paid for the road to be built!"

"No, Party Secretary Zhou, don't cause trouble." Fang Minghua quickly dissuaded him: "If you do this, I won't come!"

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Zhou Zhiming told Fang Minghua and others that they were in a hurry to leave at noon and would have a meal at his house at noon, and Fang Minghua agreed.

Now that he has nothing to do, Fang Minghua told Zhou Zhiming that you are busy with your business and we can wander around the village casually.

"Okay, you can move around as you like. I'll go home and tell my wife to cook. Dinner will be served on time at 12 o'clock." Zhou Zhiming said.

Fang Minghua nodded and walked out of the office, followed naturally by Zhao Hongjun.

As soon as he left the village committee yard, Zhao Hongjun asked: "What kind of road will be built? Is it a dirt road from the county road to the village?"

"Yes, we beat them all the way to the door of the village committee."

"I think it's three kilometers long, and it's estimated to cost six to seven hundred thousand." Zhao Hongjun said.

"Yes, the budget is 780,000. If I live here, it will need to be repaired anyway, otherwise it will be difficult to walk on the road if it rains." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Haha, you can't spend so much money on building a villa right here, right?"

"Why are you so high-profile? I won't build a two-story building, just build a few large tile-roofed houses. How about this village? Do you want to live here?" Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Me?" Zhao Hongjun looked at the small mountain village and then said: "Forget it, I went to Gan Province to join the team and lived in the village for several years. I couldn't look back on those days. I don't want to live in the countryside anymore."

At the end, Zhao Hongjun sighed deeply.

Everyone has a side they don’t want to recall.

When Zhao Hongjun went to the mountains and countryside, he suffered more than the average educated youth when he jumped in the queue because of his father. Now it seems that it has cast a shadow on him.

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"When we entered Fengyukou just now, I saw a villa area at the foot of the Qinling Mountains. I heard there is a golf course there. Where can I buy one? The environment is much better than yours." Zhao Hongjun said with a smile.

"Be careful, that is the Qinling Protected Area. It is not allowed to build villas, golf courses or anything like that. Be careful that it will be demolished in the future." Fang Minghua reminded.

Zhao Hongjun disagreed: "There are so many things that are not allowed. Besides, which developer who can build villas there has no background? And those who can buy villas there are all either rich or noble? Who dares to touch ?”

Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this and said nothing.

After walking around and seeing that it was almost time, they returned to the village committee. Zhou Zhiming was already waiting at the village committee, inviting them to go home for dinner.

Of course, it's not just Fang Minghua and the others, but also the village director, who is similar in age to Zhou Zhiming and looks relatively honest.

Zhou Zhiming's family lives just behind the village committee. It is a two-story building with a TV, a washing machine, a refrigerator, and a solar water heater on the roof. There is a Changan van in the yard, and the family is relatively well off.

Later I learned that Zhou Zhiming had contracted a sand and gravel factory in the mountains.

The dish was a big pot of braised chicken with potatoes, and then there were several local side dishes. Zhou Zhiming originally wanted to open a bottle of wine, but Fang Minghua declined: he would never drink while driving.

After eating, the two drove home separately. Zhao Hongjun did not go back to his own home. He followed Fang Minghua back to his small courtyard shamelessly, saying that no one at home was cooking.

"Wang Xia is not at home?" Fang Minghua asked.

"I don't want to go to Yanjing for a meeting. I don't want to go to my parents' place. I'm over 40 years old and my dad talks about me all day long."

Fang Minghua smiled after hearing this.

The two were chatting in the yard. Zhao Hongjun thought of something and suddenly said: "Minghua, Dai Jiali and Zheng Hongbo have been quarreling fiercely recently, but the lawsuit has not reached me yet."

"What? Is it about the Tomato Chinese website?" Fang Minghua asked with concern.