The mayor of Les River is in his fifties, and he is the big-bellied little old man who was in charge of shouting when Chen Song participated in the beer festival.

He has been the mayor of Liuying Town for more than 20 years, but the town has not changed much over the years, and the townspeople are quite satisfied, so they gave him votes before the election.

Most Icelanders are tall and have excellent physical fitness, but they don't care about men and women who look old after thirty, and Lesliver is like that, at about the same age, he looks older than Chen Daren, as if he is about to retire, and his hair is all white.

Chen Song entered the mayor's office for the first time, and this room was very distinctive, full of fitness equipment.

When he pushed open the door, he saw that the little old man was exercising, with a hula hoop hanging on his big belly, and he was shaking his ass hard.

Seeing Chen Song, Lesliver stopped and wiped his sweat: "Hi, Vince, it's nice to meet you, what do you want me to order?"

Chen Song smiled: "Mr. Mayor doesn't have to stop, I'm just here to inquire about one thing, you can continue to exercise." ”

Lesliver patted the trembling fat on his waist and said, "Say it, young man, I'm not in a hurry, these fat meats have been with me for twenty or thirty years, and it's not so easy to get rid of them." ”

At this point he added: "You know, my wife has only been with me for ten years, so they have been with me long enough. ”

Chen Song couldn't help laughing, and the old mayor came up and patted him on the shoulder and said, "I remember that you are not married yet, are you?"

"Yes, Mr. Mayor. ”

"Then don't rush, take your time, women are terrible, they are completely two species before and after marriage. The old mayor's face palpitated.

After a joke to warm up, Lesliver asked him what he was going to do.

Chen Song said: "That's right, I want to ask the town if it is interested in transferring the Hell Swamp, I am very interested in that place." ”

The old mayor was suddenly surprised: "Are you interested in a swamp where no grass grows? On the other hand, I think you should be more interested in your spirit and psychology, you have to go and see a psychiatrist." ”

Chen Song spread his hands and said, "Then I'll go later, I'm still interested in the Hell Swamp." ”

"I don't know why you're interested in the swamp, but I'd say I can't put it on the shelf, it's not for sale in the town, you know, the Hell Battle event is important to the town." ”

Chen Song did understand this, and he guessed that the biggest obstacle to buying the swamp would come from the battle of hell, so he said the countermeasures he had prepared:

"It doesn't interfere with the battle of hell, I just need some swamp mud to dry and rub into soil, you know Mr. Mayor, it's too difficult to open a farm and ranch in Liuying Town, the land here is not suitable for farming, right?"

This is putting pressure on the mayor.

Jing Wei envied his unique position in the town, and he explained that it was because he had passed the warrior test, but that was only one of the reasons, and another important reason was that he invested in the estate as a plantation, producing a large number of high-quality fruits and vegetables in the town, so that the residents could eat fresh vegetables at acceptable prices.

Lesliver knew what his plantation meant to the town and looked forward to the further expansion of the estate, which would have a huge impact on the well-being of the town's residents.

Listening to Chen Song's words, Lesliver hesitated: "I understand your difficulties, Vince, it is not easy to engage in agriculture in Iceland, I admire your courage, and thank you for your dedication to the town." But let's be honest, Vince, if you just need soil, what's the difference between swamp mud and normal land?"

"Bog mud is more fertile, and they are more suitable for crops than ordinary land. ”

Chen Song didn't tell the truth, but this is similar to the truth, the swamp mud is indeed very fertile, but it can be used as fertilizer if it is too fertile.

But these words still shocked the old mayor's three views, and he pointed to the northwest and said: "You say that the swamp, its mud is more fertile than the soil of the town? ”

Chen Song said: "I understand, but I still want to try, I dry them and crush them to make soil, and I think it's okay." ”

The old mayor did not think deeply, he could not have imagined that the lack of grass in the swamp was not because the soil was not fertile enough, but because it was too fertile.

It is also related to the high water content of the swamp, and even if the vegetation can handle the excess fertilizer, its roots cannot breathe in the muddy water.

Seeing that Chen Song was determined, the old mayor nodded slowly and said: "Okay, okay, if you are willing to keep trying, then I appreciate your courage, you go and get the swamp mud, the town will give you this right." ”

Chen Song still insisted: "No, we Chinese are not willing to take advantage of small advantages, I will not take advantage of the town, I am willing to buy the swamp land, and then the contract can indicate that after the ice completely melts every year, the swamp land will be provided free of charge for activities." ”

The Hell Swamp is a vast area, with an area of dozens of square kilometers in front and back, and the amount of minable water is staggering when you count the average depth.

It is impossible for Chen Song to completely mine the swamp mud in it, at most he will dig out some of it and use it as fertilizer, so it will not affect the Hell War activities.

The other one, even if it has an effect, is willing to make mud from the dug up with ordinary soil and water to make mud and pour it into it, so as to replenish the lost swamp mud and keep it balanced.

The old mayor wondered, "Why do you have to buy it?" My dear lad, I would like to help you to start farming, but I can't sell it to you, no other land, not swamps. ”

Chen Song took a step back: "I don't want to buy this swamp, but sign a contract with the town, and I can only mine the mud inside." Of course, I don't have unlimited mining, we can stipulate in the contract, for example, a maximum of 100 cubic meters per week, etc., to make a limit. ”

If he can't buy the swamp, then he can't let someone else use the properties of the marsh to make a fuss.

He feared that some chemical plant would discover the magic of the swamp mud and take over the magpie's nest, and then he would be busy in vain.

Lesliver nodded and said, "That's fine, but I don't want to take your money, but change a condition, the limit for you is the amount of sludge extraction, and that condition is the supply of vegetables, and you have to provide at least five tons of vegetables to the residents of the town every month." ”

"Of course, we negotiate the price together, and we will not let you lose money. He was afraid that Chen Song would have an opinion on this number, so he added another sentence.

This amount is not much pressure on the plantation, not to mention that Chen Song plans to expand the scale of the plantation.

So he stretched out his hand and said, "Then it's decided." ”

The old mayor shook his hand and said, "May God bless you, child, and wish your farm all the best." ”