"Little rabbit, what do you know, I'm teaching Tuwa to comprehend the realm of swordsmen!" Zhao Changhe yelled at his son very dissatisfied. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Today's young and strong young people in Qingshanzhai basically no one will endure hardships and stand hard work to practice martial arts, and they are willing to accompany him, a bad old man who guards the ancestral hall, to practice martial arts, but Zhao Mingcheng is the little baby, and Zhao Mingcheng can endure the hardships of practicing martial arts.

So he has always regarded Zhao Mingcheng as a continuation of the swordsman.

Zhao Mingcheng is also very competitive, he is at the peak of his strength at the age of twelve, and the Storm Sword Technique is already an entry.

But since Zhao Mingcheng was thirteen years old and in middle school, he has not continued to practice martial arts.

This made him a little pity!

But in this case, he couldn't help it.

After all, this is not the era of happiness and revenge in the Republic of China, and those who practice martial arts are no longer of much use in this peaceful era, even if they are a dark powerhouse, they can't withstand the power of a shot.

Even if a strong man like him who has entered the peak of his strength, a strong man who yearns for the innate realm in half a step, he is naturally powerful when he fights alone, and a hundred or dozens of people can't control him, but once he commits a crime, he doesn't need the army to come forward, as long as he faces more than a dozen guns in all directions from the police, he will also drink ruthlessly.

"Dad, how many times have I said it, no one in this world walks the rivers and lakes with a long knife on his back, don't pass on your swordsman spirit to Tuwa, if he goes out to be happy and revenge, it will be a big disaster!"

Zhao Dashan is really helpless with his father as a swordsman.

The swordsmen are dead.

But as the only swordsman left after the Anti-Japanese War, Zhao Changhe has always adhered to the concept of swordsman life, and passed on this spirit to Zhao Mingcheng.

Zhao Mingcheng's character was trained by him.

How many troubles Zhao Mingcheng has made over the years for Jiang Laifu and Jiang Feng to clean up, which has made him a little ashamed of being a son.

"Little rabbit, you know a fart, the knife is not a matter of a knife, it is a spiritual inheritance!"

Zhao Changhe was dissatisfied with his son's statement: "Old man, I must not let the spirit of the Qingshan Swordsman be cut off in my hands, you yourself are unwilling to inherit, and you don't want Tuwa to inherit it!"

"Hmph, it's long gone!"

Zhao Dashan pursed his lips, ignored his father, and said to Jiang Feng: "Laifu, Shanwa, don't stand here, let's go in and talk!"

"Good!"

Jiang Feng smiled and glanced at Zhao Changhe, who was obviously a little depressed, but in his heart he could understand the helplessness of these cultivators with this somewhat deformed martial arts development on the earth.

The earth is originally a thin aura, and an aura that is too thin cannot make people cultivate to a higher realm at all, and most martial arts practitioners are estimated to be only wandering in the realm of qi training.

However, the development of thermal weapons has reached the realm of nuclear bombs, which is a weapon that only the Yuanying Realm can resist, and the martial artists of the Qi Training Realm are basically unable to withstand the power of hot weapons.

In that case, why bother to cultivate?

It's a contrasting effect.

People live on the conditions that are most favorable to them.

"I cherish the one hundred and zero storm knives that my ancestors of the Zhao family have woken up to, but there is no successor!" Listening to his son's reprimand, and feeling that he had no successor, Zhao Changhe had a heroic twilight and gloomy meaning.

"Seventh Grandpa, don't listen to Uncle Dashan's nonsense, I'll accompany you to practice knives!"

Zhao Mingcheng was a little unbearable, and hurriedly stepped forward and said.

"Okay, it's still Tuwa sensible!"

Zhao Changhe saw Zhao Mingcheng so upright, he immediately laughed a little, and hurriedly took out a Qingtong big knife from the courtyard to teach Zhao Mingcheng knife with all his heart.

……

Jiang Feng hugged Niuniu and followed Zhao Dashan to the east chamber, which was arranged like a small office, and several staff members of the village committee were busy.

"Photon, go and pour two cups of tea!"

"Yes!"

A mellow young man brought two cups of tea.

Jiang Laifu and Jiang Feng found a seat and sat down, Jiang Feng put Niuniu down, and said softly: "Niuniu, you go to see your little uncle practicing knives, and your uncle will take you home to eat delicious food in a while!"

"Good!"

Niuniu didn't want to play in this office, holding Jiang Feng's mobile phone, and jumped up and down to find Zhao Mingcheng.

"Shanwa, I heard your father say that you want to contract the land of Shiziling?"

Zhao Dashan is a very responsible village head, since he became the village head, he wants to think about Qingshanzhai and want to let the villagers of Qingshanzhai earn more, but he is powerless.

The environment of Qingshan Village is very good, green mountains and clear waters, if you can develop tourism, it is also good, but the location is not very good, and Dahe Town is separated by the Gyro River, it is difficult to enter and exit, you want to invest, at least invest tens of millions to build a bridge.

Who can be so arrogant, and directly invest tens of millions to build a bridge before it has achieved results.

Therefore, the other villages in Dahe Town have more or less factory buildings and tourism businesses, but Qingshanzhai still maintains this most primitive state.

Jiang Laifu suddenly ran to say that Jiang Feng, the most promising Jiang in the Jiang family, was going to come back to farm, which really startled him.

The young people of Qingshan Village are running outside.

He couldn't believe that the most promising young man in Qingshanzhai would actually return to the nest.

"Uncle Dashan, my dad is right, I want to contract the land of Shiziling to grow crops!"

Jiang Feng nodded and said.

"Shanwa, if it's someone outside, I won't say a word, even if I have a clear conscience, I'll give them this land, but you are our own person, Uncle Dashan doesn't want to trap you!"

After Zhao Dashan determined Jiang Feng's thoughts, he pondered for a while and persuaded: "It is basically difficult to grow crops over there in Shiziling, rice is basically impossible to grow, and even if you plant corn, the harvest is not good, or you change a piece of land!"

"Uncle Dashan, I know that you are good for me, but I have already decided, just Shiziling!"

"Shanwa, why are you so dead-eyed!"

"Uncle Dashan, I'm not dead-eyed, it's the land over there that is very valuable to me!" Jiang Feng pursed his lips and smiled.

"Okay!"

When Zhao Dashan heard Jiang Feng say this, he didn't insist anymore, he opened his mouth and said: "I have calculated on the Shiziling side, there are about twenty-four acres of land in total, even if there are twenty-four acres of land, Dahe Town gave the rural land contract price of five hundred yuan per mu per year last year, but the land on the Shiziling side is not very good, I count you four hundred and one acres, and it is 9,600 yuan a year!"

"Four hundred?"

This price was a bit beyond Jiang Feng's expectations.

He has also checked a little information these days, and he knows that many companies that have built farms on privately contracted land are hovering around 1,000 per mu of contracted land, but he didn't expect it to be so cheap here in Dahe Town.

But come to think of it, Dahe Town is too barren, and there are no people in the middle of nowhere, which naturally causes the price to be low, and Qingshanzhai is even cheaper.

"Uncle Dashan!"

Jiang Feng thought about it, he couldn't ask for this cheapness, and hurriedly said: "I, Jiang Feng, grew up in Qingshanzhai, I can't take advantage of Qingshanzhai, since Dahe Town gives 500 yuan a mu, according to this price, and there are also several families over there, I will give them another 5,000 yuan as compensation!"

This was supposed to be compensated by the village committee, but Jiang Feng thought about it, and he didn't want to be blamed by the villagers after he made money in the future.

This kind of thing, if you do it in the front, you can live more comfortably in the back, and even if they are red-eyed in the future, they can't do anything about it.

Jiang Laifu was smoking a dry tobacco pouch next to him, and when he heard Jiang Feng say this, he was a little anxious, and hurriedly gave him a look, this kid, why is he bargaining so much, he thought that he could lower fifty yuan, and he could take it for three hundred and five, but he didn't expect Jiang Feng to mention it, and he didn't use it like this if he had money.

Jiang Feng should not be able to see it, and he will do his own thing.

"Shanwa, you're making me, the village chief, a little unhappy!"

Zhao Dashan frightened Jiang Feng's atmosphere, and said with a wry smile.

"Uncle Dashan, I, Jiang Feng, grew up in Qingshan Village, I can't let the villagers point at my back and scold, this price is like this, but I have one condition!"

"Say!"

When Jiang Feng said this, Zhao Dashan became excited.

"I want to sign a contract for 30 years, and the village committee can't take back my land for no reason in the future, you know, my farming is not ordinary farming, I want to build greenhouses, buy machines, and invest a lot, but if the village suddenly takes back my land, all the money I invested will be wasted!"

Jiang Feng said very sincerely.

"That's fine!"

Zhao Dashan readily agreed.

"Then when can we sign the contract?" Jiang Feng asked.

"Tomorrow!"

Zhao Dashan said: "This matter is not small, I have to go to the town to report it!"

"Good!"

Jiang Feng nodded.

Evening.

Jiang Feng and the four of them were walking on the way back home, and Jiang Laifu asked with a holding back words: "Shanwa, how can you do this business, you don't lower the price, you still raise the price, and you don't use it like this when you have money!"

"Dad, we have to see the long term!"

Jiang Feng put Niuniu on his shoulder and said with a smile: "My Jiang family was originally an outsider, and it has only been integrated into Qingshanzhai over the years, if we contract these lands to make money in the future, many people will be red-eyed, and some people will say that we are cheap in Shanzhai, we are generous now, and they will have nothing to say in the future!"

"Is this kind of land really profitable?"

"That's right, brother, if you can't grow crops, you will have to fill it with more than 10,000 a year!" Zhao Mingcheng also had some questions.

"Dad, don't you still believe me?"

Jiang Feng said confidently: "If I say I can make money, I can make money!"

……

Following.

In the morning, Jiang Feng and Zhao Mingcheng went to the Agricultural Bank in the county and took out 50,000 yuan.

At noon, Jiang Feng signed a contract with the village committee in the Zhao ancestral hall.

For 24 acres of land, the contract price per mu is 500 yuan a year, and the contract time is 30 years, and the deposit is 10,000 yuan, which is paid every three years.

In case of default, Jiang Feng's deposit will go to the village committee.

If the village committee defaults and takes back the land ahead of schedule, the village committee must compensate ten times the loss.

In general, this contract is more inclined to Jiang Feng.