Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

Chapter 631 Wang An’s twisted theory
After a while, seeing that his father was still silent, Wang An said to Wang Dazhu:

"It's not worthwhile to sell those things now. Just leave them there for now. It will be a good time to sell them when the market is good in a few years. With the money we have now, I can spend ten to eight years."

Wang Dazhu was no longer silent when he heard this, but said with some excitement:

"That's more than 400,000 yuan. You spent it all in eight or ten years? You spendthrift, are you a spendthrift?"

Wang An had not expected Wang Dazhu's sudden excitement. Just as Wang An was about to speak, he heard Wang Dazhu say again:

"Those people working on the mountain islands in my hometown only make 400 yuan a year. I think they live a decent life. What do you want to do? You have to spend more than 4 yuan a year!"

It has to be said that when it comes to money, Wang Dazhu has a strong ability to calculate. Although Wang Dazhu can't be sure how much money his family has, he is roughly right.

But to be honest, what Wang Dazhu said is really correct. In this era, 4 yuan is a sum that even for a formal employee would need 100 years to earn even if he or she did not eat or drink.

But what Wang Dazhu didn't know was that China's economy would soon take off, and money would become less and less valuable over time.

The wages of formal employees will also increase.

It was precisely because Wang An knew these things, and because he was a successful businessman in his previous life, that he would never keep the money in his hands.

If you don’t want to do business, the fastest way to invest at the moment is undoubtedly to contract a barren mountain.

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, Wang An said slowly:

"Dad, when I was not at home for the past two days, did our village hold a meeting and discuss whether to contract out these barren hills and wastelands in front of our village to someone?"

The reason why Wang An asked this was because Wang An remembered that in his previous life, in the spring of the second year after the land was distributed to each household, the village began to contract out the surrounding barren mountains and wastelands.

But what Wang An remembers vividly is that the lease term for the first batch of barren mountains that were contracted out was 70 years, while the lease term for wasteland was 50 years.

As time goes by, if you want to contract a barren mountain, the term becomes 50 years, and if you want to contract wasteland, the term becomes 30 years.

By the 90s, regulations stated that the maximum contract period for contracting barren hills and wasteland would be 30 years.

In other words, if you contract it now, it will be a huge profit. Even if you become too lazy to run it in a few years and subcontract it out, you can still make money without doing anything.

Hearing Wang An's question, Wang Dazhu said with surprise:

"How do you know this? Do you have super hearing?"

Wang An was speechless when he heard this. He said you have “super hearing”, but I have “clairvoyance”!

Just this day by day!
However, Wang An only dared to think about this sentence, but he absolutely dared not say it out loud.

After organizing his words, Wang An said:

"I guessed it. What's the point of keeping those old barren hills if we don't sell them? We can get some money if we sell them, but it's useless to just leave them there."

After Wang An finished speaking, Wang Dazhu nodded and said:

"Yeah, that's true, but the price is a bit high. Now everyone in the village is waiting and watching, and it seems that no one has any idea."

Wang An knew that there were very few people who really had no ideas, and the reason those people had no ideas was simply because they had no money.

You have to know that for farmers, the most important thing, which can also be called their lifeline, is undoubtedly the land, so it is absolutely impossible to have no ideas.

Wang An asked hurriedly:

"How much is one acre of land?"

Wang Dazhu said: "The barren hills cost 1 yuan per mu per year, and the term is 70 years. The barren land costs 5 yuan per mu per year, and the term is 50 years."

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, Wang An began to do the math in his mind. If one mu of barren mountain land cost one yuan, then 1 mu would be 1000 yuan.

If the price of wasteland is 5 yuan per mu, then 1000 mu of wasteland would be 25 yuan.

The reason for this calculation is that Wang An knows that the barren mountains and wastelands contracted out by the village this time are only more than 1000 acres each.

But if we do this, most of the 40 yuan in the family will have to be spent just on leasing the land. The key point is that no matter whether it is a barren mountain or wasteland, we have to invest a lot of money to cultivate it.

Besides, the cement, steel bars, and future decoration of the new house will also cost a lot of money.

Besides, Wang An also wants to buy a four-wheel vehicle or a tractor or something.
Looking at it this way, it seems like there is almost nothing left of the money at home!

Shit, I’m busy all day and I’m almost out of money.

I have to say, although making money is harder than eating shit, spending money is more enjoyable than having diarrhea!

After calculating the accounts in his mind, Wang An asked Wang Dazhu:

"Dad, do you have any ideas?"

Wang Dazhu hesitated for a moment, then said with a hardened heart:

"That must be an idea. I'm thinking of renting out a plot of land of 300 or 200 acres. What do you think, Xiao An?"

It can be seen that although Wang Dazhu is the head of the family, most of the family's money is earned by Wang An after all, so Wang Dazhu, as a father, is still a little insecure.

Wang Dazhu's lack of confidence was naturally noticed by the cunning Wang An.

To be honest, Wang An didn't want his father to be like this, because for Wang An, the purpose of making money was to allow his family members to spend money without any scruples.

Otherwise, what's the point of making money?

So, Wang An said with a smile:

"My mother has already said that you are the head of our family. Don't ask me about this matter. I have no opinion at all."

Hearing Wang An say this, Wang Dazhu was obviously relieved and said with a smile:

"Then we can take over 300 mu of wasteland. If we are too busy, we can subcontract it out. I can still make a lot of money by working on it."

Wang An was instantly delighted when he heard this, but how could such a small amount of wasteland be enough?
After a pause, Wang An said:

"Dad, since we have already leased land, let's just go big and lease as much land as we can. If you don't lease land, sooner or later I will have to spend all the money in our family. If the money turns into land, I won't be able to spend it. Don't you think this makes sense?"

It has to be said that Wang An’s twisted theory completely confused Comrade Wang Dazhu.

After a long while, Wang Dazhu nodded subconsciously and said:

"When we get back later, let's discuss it with your mother and Xueqing."

After Wang Dazhu finished speaking, the father and son fell silent at the same time, because the carriage had now arrived at the edge of their land.

As soon as the father and son drove the carriage into the field, they threw the sacks tied to the back at the edge of the field and removed the last board of the dung curtain.

Then Wang Dazhu led the carriage to check the number of steps, and Wang An started to work behind.

Of course, after the carriage stopped, Wang Dazhu would also walk to the back to help unload some manure with a shovel.

In this way, the father and son worked together and soon spread the entire cart of manure.

(End of this chapter)