✓The subversive life of a plane farmer

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☆ 64. Chapter 64

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Chapter 64

After making an agreement with Wang Pengcheng, Cheng Xiang assessed the approximate valuation of the contracted land. One acre costs around 1,500-2,000. If you are growing tobacco, this is the price range that tobacco farmers can afford. The annual contract price of 300 acres is 450,000 to 600,000. The average tobacco grower will definitely not be able to eat so much at one time, unless the villagers leave it to grow their own.

Cheng Xiang did another investigation and evaluation. If it is purely a planting business, sales will be very problematic, but if it is made into a tourism chain model, the income will definitely increase by several levels. The key problem is that investing in construction requires a lot of money. The worst thing she has now is funds.

But asking her to give up such a perfect opportunity would break her heart to death. Thinking of the ginseng still growing in the space and the six clams lying down taking up space, she became aroused again.

It's not about money, it doesn't matter at all.

Early the next morning, Cheng Xiang left the stall and got on the bus to Wangjiacun. There were green eyes all along the way, and seeing people feeling very relaxed, Cheng Xiang unconsciously entered a state of trance.

There were small bright floating light spots in the black screen. Cheng Xiang unconsciously wanted to attract the light spots closer, like a suction cup to let the light spots come closer and stick to her skin. With each addition, her body became a little warmer, as if she had taken a magical elixir and became a little lighter. But something in the flesh and blood of the body generated a sense of rejection, and it was stagnant and blocked together, and it became increasingly uncomfortable to press against the chest.

Cheng Xiang felt a sharp pain in his heart and couldn't help but wake up from his trance. The oppressive pain became lighter but did not disappear. It was suppressed there, with a dull pain.

Wangjiacun was just ahead. Cheng Xiang beat her heart, stood up and spoke to the driver. After getting off the car, she called Wang Pengcheng. Not long after, a young man about her age came over.

"Are you Cheng Xiang? I am Wang Pengcheng's son."

"Yes, I am. Excuse me, you don't have a dog at home, right?" Cheng Xiang handed him the thing she was twisting in her hand, and went to buy some fruit for the first time.

"No." The man smiled, with a dimple on his left cheek. He pointed to the mountain being excavated and said, "We have a good location here. I want to plant fruit trees by myself, but my parents refuse. They say young people should go out. There is no future in farming."

"The older generation dug the land, so naturally they don't want future generations to follow the same old path." Cheng Xiang understood his feelings, and she was not a clear example. Selling food is like committing a heinous act of immorality. One person is pointed out as a lesson, the other person is looked down upon. If you don't go along with their wishes, you'll just have to wait and see in an angry tone. "Nowadays, farming depends on management and technology. If you grow well, you can make money. If you don't, it's better to contract out the land. What major do you major in?"

The man scratched his hair in embarrassment. "The major I studied is not right for me. It's just a junior college. I feel like I didn't leave anything behind after I finished my studies."

He was straightforward, and Cheng Xiang felt that he had a pretty good personality. Just ask him: "What's your name?"

"My name is Wang Xueqin."