Rebirth in the 80s: From street stalls to the spotlight of domestic products

"you sure?

That piece of land is saline-alkali land, and nothing will grow.

The whole village despises it and you still want it?

If you dare to take it back, your father will definitely break your legs! "

Gao Dashan couldn't help but raise his voice, and after seeing Wang Muzhi nodding, he kindly reminded him.

"Don't worry, Uncle Dashan. I'm the only son in the family, and my father can't bear to let me go."

Wang Muzhi joked with a smile.

No one knows now that the saline-alkali land that they all care about will be classified as part of an economic development zone by the county government in the future.

Wang Muzhi still remembers that the land was bought to raise cattle. When the demolition began, the first million-dollar household in the county was born!

That was 80 million in the 100s.

In terms of purchasing power, there will be at least two more zeros in future generations!

This kind of opportunity, if you pass it by, you must not miss it.

"That broken ground, do you really want it?"

Gao Dashan confirmed again and again.

Wang Muzhi looked serious.

"It's true that I'm not lying at all. If you feel sorry for me, at worst, you can get me more when the time comes, so I can build more houses. Maybe one day I will become a Feng Shui treasure?"

"Okay, I'll give you the three and a half acres of land. No one in the village wants it anyway, so it will be left uncultivated. But if you regret it in the future, I really can't help it. It's written in black and white..."

"No, no, no, whoever goes back on his word will be his grandson!"

Wang Muzhi's heart was beating fast. This was land worth millions!

Now just sign and give, only a fool will regret it.

"Okay, let's go to the village committee tomorrow."

Gao Dashan accepted it without any pressure.

"Thank you, thank you Uncle Dashan!"

After saying this, Wang Muzhi was very happy and was about to leave.

"and many more!"

"Uncle Dashan, you won't regret it, right?"

Wang Muzhi is still a little nervous. After all, this is three acres of land. Generally, a house is built for three to four hundred square meters, which is only half an acre.

Gao Dashan pointed to the cigarettes and wine on the table.

"Take the things back and honor your father. Don't leave them in my eyes."

"Uncle Dashan, just keep it and smoke it. If you don't even give me anything when I ask you to do something, my father will say that I don't understand the rules again."

Wang Muzhi smiled and pushed the thing inside.

"Well...if I smoke one, I will receive your thank you gift. If you don't take the rest, believe it or not, I will just throw it into the pit?"

Wang Muzhi was helpless.

He knew Gao Dashan's stubborn character, so he had no choice but to take the things away.

"Go back quickly and tell your father.

If your father doesn't agree, make it clear tomorrow as early as possible. Building a house is a lifetime event. If you were my son, I would beat you to death! "

Gao Dashan still couldn't figure out why this brat fell in love with that piece of land.

Even if he did it himself, the villagers would probably laugh at Lao Wang's silly son.

Wang Muzhi stuck out his tongue, but he also knew that Gao Dashan was caring about him, so he hurried home with his things in his arms.

Uncle Dashan is right.

If I don't get it right, I may not be able to save my legs!

Seeing his home right in front of him, Wang Muzhi hesitated.

He knew his father's character very well.

He has been digging in the soil all his life and regards the land as more important than his own life.

If he really told him his decision, such a large land would not be able to be farmed.

You definitely can't run away if your butt blossoms.

Just as he was thinking about it, a familiar voice came from behind Wang Mu.

"Ha...poof!"

"If you don't go in when you get home, why are you standing at the door?"

Wang Jiefang came over with a hoe and asked, but looking at the cigarettes and alcohol in his son's hands, his expression was a little gloomy.

"What do you mean, the village chief won't grant you land?"

"approved.

Wang Muzhi replied obediently.

"The land was approved for you, how could you have the nerve to take back the tobacco and alcohol? What I usually teach you has been eaten by dogs?"

Wang Jiefang glared at his son, always feeling that something was fishy.

Wang Muzhi dragged his father into the house and told him about the salt-alkali land.

Sure enough, when he finished speaking, there was silence in the house.

The mother was stunned, while the father and sister were looking at Wang Muzhi like fools.

"No! Absolutely not! We can't take that land! Tell us and let the villagers laugh!"

This was the first time in such a long time that Wang Muzhi saw his mother Ye Lanfang roaring.

His usually gentle character also became extremely fierce at this time.

"My silly son, Gao Dashan bullied you just because you were young.

That piece of sloping land was far away from home, and nothing grew there.

People in the village said that the feng shui of that land was not good, and if any family lived there, they would definitely lose their descendants.

Absolutely not! "

The more Ye Lanfang thought about it, the angrier she became, and she pulled Wang Muzhi to rush out.

"Let's go, mother, go with you to find Gao Dashan. I want to ask him why he treats my son like this!"

"That's right, mother, I'll go with you. This matter is not over today! Look at our old Wang family, they are so easy to bully!"

My sister Wang Hongying immediately picked up the pole and became very angry.

Wang Muzhi quickly stepped forward to stop him.

It took some hard talking to persuade him to stop.

When he turned around, he found that his father, Wang Jiefang, was staring at him with a dark face, and the rolling pin in his hand was already ready to move.

"Everyone be quiet and listen to this kid's excuses."

Wang Muzhi was a little helpless, his father really understood him.But he still has to start "quibbling".

"Mom, Dad, Yingzi, I really don't blame Uncle Dashan for this.

Uncle Dashan also persuaded me not to take that piece of land, but I insisted on it. "

"You bastard, have you been kicked in the head by a donkey? What do you want that land for?"

After Wang Jiefang finished speaking, he looked at Wang Muzhi thoughtfully as if he was thinking of something.

His eyes were solemn, he stood up and locked both the courtyard door and the house door.

The atmosphere at home was a bit depressing, and the old man shouted coldly.

"Wang Muzhi, tell me honestly, do you want to do something illegal?"

"Dad, what are you thinking about?"

Wang Muzhi couldn't laugh or cry.

"You're just laughing, now it's spread in the village that your boy is specifically trying to hook up with the little wives in the village.

He does those shady things, so he can make so much money.

Tell me honestly whether you have it or not! "

Seeing Wang Jiefang looking like he wanted to kill his relatives for justice, Wang Muzhi quickly patted his chest to ensure that he didn't.

He was also a little confused, where was this going?

"No?"

"If not, then why did you acquire that piece of land? It's not to keep the sky high and the emperor far away. If you don't make it clear today, don't blame me for breaking your legs!"

While speaking, the old man waved the rolling pin as long as his arm.

Ye Lanfang was so frightened that she quickly protected her son, and the family suddenly became even more nervous.

Wang Muzhi's brain was running rapidly.

He knew that if he couldn't say anything today, his father's jealous temper would never give him the chance to go out and commit crimes even if he broke his legs and raised him at home for the rest of his life.

But there is really nothing to say about the appreciation of this land!

Wang Muzhi had an idea and said seriously.

“Mom, dad, sister, you all know the business I do.

Now Manager Qin is starting to expand purchasing, so my production has to keep up.

A small family workshop alone is not enough, so I chose that land as a factory. "

“In addition, the eldest brother of the county magistrate’s family revealed the news to me.

In the future, the state will control this kind of thing and will not allow it to be built in villages.

At that time, it will pollute the environment of the village, and maybe the houses we built will be demolished again.

The money spent on building a house is wasted. "

It turned out to be easy to move the county magistrate's family out, and Wang Jiefang's expression softened a lot.

Wang Muzhi struck while the iron was hot.