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Chapter 1532 - 736: Cooperation Among Villagers - Paper Airplane 2

Chapter 1532: Chapter 736: Cooperation Among Villagers - Paper Airplane 2

But anyhow, even if a boy were to pick up such bad habits, it’s not a loss for him. If it were a girl, it would be troublesome. People wouldn’t say anything if she didn’t earn money, but if a girl went out to work and earned money, when she came back, there would likely be some nasty rumors spread about her in the village—young girls, with no education or skills, but being pretty can earn money. People have seen such cases on TV frequently, it inevitably leads to speculation about their involvement in some kind of improper professions.

Besides gossip, another fear is that she might leave alone and return as two—which is always troublesome whether the newcomer is big or small, because it generally means she’s found a boyfriend from outside the area, which implies that your daughter would marry out of town.

For almost all parents, letting their daughter marry far away is extremely worrisome. What if she is mistreated by her in-laws? Can she come home even once a year? These are all concerns.

Thus, going out to work is still not very supported by the people in Sancha River village today. Going out might make money, but there are various ’unexpected risks’. After all, it’s good to be home for a thousand days, and hard just for a moment when you step out. The bad things from outside, when heard by the villagers, seem to be something they should definitely avoid, and they really wouldn’t want their kids to go out unless absolutely necessary.

The key point is that now people can make money at home, whether by raising cattle, or by using the farm to build greenhouses for growing mushrooms or earthworms, or even just for greenhouse vegetables. Scattered across a year, one can earn quite a bit of money.

If you’re lucky enough to get a job as a regular worker in the cattle farm, the whole family would be beaming with joy, worth setting off a string of ten thousand firecrackers.

Everyone knows what work to do in the farm, and even the worst job is just a bit more tedious and exhausting, absolutely no risk. The key point is that the wages are high and paid on time, and it’s close to home so they can return any time—of course, those who get in don’t come back for meals, as they are well-fed there every day. Many young people, originally skinny at home, have turned rosy and healthy after working there for a while; it’s damn envy-inducing!

As for having someone in the family work at the farm, when the whole family steps out, they feel exceptionally superior, especially if there’s an unmarried son or daughter; the matchmakers from the surrounding area would come knock on their door so frequently that they wear out the doorstep.

Therefore, when Li Fang plans to use the wasteland instead of everyone’s farmland, to the villagers, it seems like she is cutting off her own ’lifeline’. While Li Fang was still consulting with the old secretary in the house, a group of young men gathered outside soon after, rushing in with shovels and rakes, "Old secretary, however much land Manager Li needs, we aren’t busy and can help flatten the land first, so it’s ready when the work starts, right?"

This attitude was impeccable.

Truly, farming an acre of land for a year earns less than what a young person could earn in a month at the farm. Comparing the two, even a fool would know the better choice—haven’t you seen the genuine fool in the village now drooling with a glowing face, "I want to go feed the cattle at the farm too!"

Truly the golden era of corporate development, unlike later on when people had to occupy lands to build factories, bring ’teams’ and stand off with the villagers for days or weeks, needing the government to step in to resolve the issue, it was simply heaven and earth apart!

Now what worried Li Fang the most was that she only planned to use six to seven acres to build a small cattle farm, but led by the old secretary, the villagers unanimously believed that the business of the cattle farm would inevitably need to expand in the future. Using such a small piece of land and then having to expand later would be so much trouble, why not just build it bigger in one go...

It all came down to the fact that Li Fang was new in her position and still lacked enough authority. If it had been Heizi negotiating, he would take the old secretary directly to the site, let Boss Ma bring a few workers to set up some wooden stakes and draw some lines. That would be the plan, absolute and straightforward.

Just a few days after the new cattle pens started booming in construction, Lin Haihu again snagged a ’deal’, sneaking around in his house and pulling out a shabby old cellphone: "Hello, Brother Kun, I have news, big news, this is worth three hundred yuan, do you want it?"

When Zhang Kun heard this kid’s phone call, he felt both joy and worry - joy because he had news to write about, and worry because this kid always asked for a huge amount. Sometimes the bounty for an article wasn’t even as much as this kid demanded.

But he definitely had to listen, he had learned to be smart now, needing to bargain, "What kind of news is it roughly? Not the same type as last time with the sausage cooperation, because news like that isn’t worth three hundred."

It wasn’t that the news about the Cow Flower Company’s collaboration with Daxingfa Sausage Factory wasn’t valuable, but when people from Daxingfa came, it was impossible not to arouse others. From when they contacted the Investment Promotion Office, the leakage had occurred, and by the time both sides reached cooperation, several similar media outlets in the city were also aware, so it wasn’t exclusive news.

Lin Haihu made an oath extravagantly: "This time it’s absolutely exclusive, big news. It’s about my cousin, related to foreigners, definitely big news. If it wasn’t for our brotherly relationship, even asking three hundred yuan would be too little."

"Alright, three hundred then." Zhang Kun clenched his teeth, to keep this ’insider’ ’informant’ on his side, treating this month as if there were no bonus, "Go ahead and tell me!"