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Chapter 1531 - 736: Cooperation Among Villagers - Paper Airplane

Chapter 1531: Chapter 736: Cooperation Among Villagers - Paper Airplane

If we look at this year through the eyes of future generations, it’s definitely a year with quite a sense of "comedy".

At the beginning, there were rumors of a great devil descending from the sky to destroy the world, followed by talks of planetary Great Cross heralding human annihilation and then suddenly, the legend of the "Millennium Bug" gained popularity in the streets and alleys - all these rumors were discussed as if they were very serious matters, while the people involved were utterly convinced, which is quite laughably absurd when you think about it.

Back then, the internet wasn’t as developed as it is now, and places like Sancha River Village, which were relatively backwards, took such rumors especially "seriously" — or maybe people were just more "idle" and spreading rumors was their way of passing time.

Once a rumor spread, its speed surpassed that of any plague. Now, even the old farmers in the countryside started to talk about the Millennium Bug with deep concern, and a large group of people who were clueless also joined in the hand-wringing over the nation’s fate, leaving those who knew a bit about the Millennium Bug feeling somewhat amused and helpless.

However, for the Morning Glory Enterprise, whether it was the great devil destroying the world or the Millennium Bug invasion, everyone was too busy to spare much thought for these things. As the business at the facility grew bigger, considering those improbable events was the last thing on Brother Fei’s mind, and he would kick your butt if you started to worry about them.

The two newly appointed managers, Chang Liang and Li Fang, braced themselves and went to the town and the village to the west for business, only to find that things weren’t as complicated as they had thought.

When Chang Liang, who went to the town to discuss land use, broached the subject, Mayor Chen immediately arranged for full cooperation. Meanwhile, Li Fang, before he even reached the old village party secretary’s house, was asked out of curiosity by someone along the way: "Brother Li, why are you looking for our old party secretary?"

Li Fang felt there was no need to conceal the purpose of his visit and honestly replied: "Brother Fei has secured another big deal, planning to build a cattle farm next to the fertilizer factory there, and I’m here to discuss the land use issue with your party secretary."

Before the inquirer could respond, a group of old men playing chess under the tree and eaves nearby zipped over, and you would never guess from their speed that they were all quite elderly: "Manager Li, how much land does Boss Yan need? Our land is right next to the fertilizer factory on the east side, will our land be used too?"

Li Fang was startled by the enthusiasm of the group, although he knew things usually went smoothly at the facility, he didn’t expect... everyone’s eagerness was simply overwhelming, and the group bombarded him with questions, leaving him no chance to interject.

Finally, remembering how Brother Heizi and others at the facility handled their affairs, he raised both hands and pressed them downwards, and before he could even say the words "listen to me", the crowd instantly fell silent.

This was just too freaking terrifying; moments ago, the crowd was clamoring to speak, and suddenly it switched from noisy to dead silence, really taking some getting used to.

Fortunately, Li Fang was quick to adapt and immediately began to share the plans he and Chang Liang had discussed: "Brother Fei has handed this task over to Brother Heizi, and Brother Heizi has delegated it to me and Old Chang. We’re thinking, if we can avoid using everyone’s farmlands the better, over by the fertilizer factory, there’s some wasteland..."

"Manager Li, that absolutely won’t do!" a senior immediately stood out from the rest, earnestly advising, "You can’t use that wasteland! It’s too close to the river, and if water levels rise it’ll spell disaster..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." the others quickly chimed in. "You must use farmland! We don’t touch that wasteland because it gets flooded every year. You can trust our words, or if you don’t believe us, go ask the old party secretary."

The old party secretary, having heard the news, came running over and joined the conversation: "That’s right, we definitely shouldn’t use the wasteland. If you want to plant some grass there, that’s fine, but building cattle sheds is out of the question. Didn’t we use farmland for building the fertilizer factory last time? A cattle shed won’t need much land, come on, let’s continue this discussion inside the house..."

"Old party secretary, you can’t screw over the facility by letting them build on the wasteland..." The villagers were unanimous in their stance, all seemingly considerate of the facility’s well-being, never suggesting that those who give up their land for the village should get a job in the facility.

Now, cattle farming at the facility was pretty much semi-automated, there was physical labor required, sure, but compared to construction work or carrying heavy loads, it was relatively easy-going.

People say when looking for work, you look for jobs that pay well, are light work, and close to home. For local villagers, the amount of work wasn’t the issue, as long as there was money to be made. In terms of earning money, working at the cattle farm definitely paid more than going out to work as laborers.

Those village kids who strutted off to work for a year came back dressing and acting all posh, speaking eloquently about the outside world as if they were all big bosses. But when you ask them how much they made in a year, those who managed to save up a few thousand were already considered good at handling their finances.

There’s also an important point to consider. For the men who go out to work, whether they earn more or less, as long as the kids don’t go down the wrong path, and even if they pick up some bad habits, we can understand—after all, they’ve earned money, right?

This bad habit is often referred to by the locals as "gan float"—after working outside for a couple of years, upon returning home they no longer want to farm, fearing hard work, fatigue, and exertion. Some even develop a taste for good cigarettes and good liquor, big spenders despite not earning much, a bad habit they indeed picked up.

Such minor faults were still within the tolerance of the villagers, but others were not acceptable. Picking up the bad habit of frequenting brothels and bars was unforgivable.