Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Chapter 631: Pebble Mine Dispute

Liu Xia Lian also arranged for Lao Zhang: "Take good care of them. I have a great demand for them. It would be best if you could provide me with several thousand chickens next year."

"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. Several varieties of black-bone chickens have just been raised, and it will take time to develop. I am a traditional hen sitting on eggs, and I don't have money to buy an incubator."

"Then provide me with a Hongyao rooster, which is our local rooster. That should be no problem, right? I will pay you a dime higher than the market price. I can give you a deposit of 1,000 yuan, but the chickens you raise must eat more grass and vegetables, and you are strictly prohibited from feeding them drugs at random."

Zhang Baiji was so excited that he was at a loss. He didn't know how many times he had quarreled with his family over raising chickens, but now he finally saw the money he made back.

I immediately wrote a simple contract with Liu Xialian, agreeing to trade Hongyao hens and roosters around the Mid-Autumn Festival. The contract was directly given to my uncle, who would handle this small matter for me when the time came.

"Okay, I will take good care of it."

"This is my phone number. If you have any difficulties, you can call me."

Liu Xialian and her group returned to the village brigade. Township head Wang had already negotiated with village head Zhang. The 6,000 yuan donated to Zhangzhuang Village was handed over to the uncle, and it would be given to them after Zhangzhuang Village laid the drinking water pipeline. When the spring plowing is completed and the tree pits are dug, the saplings will be transported here. Two full-time technicians are responsible for the two villages, responsible for training and supervision.

Finally, in order to boost the confidence of the villagers, Liu Xia Lian promised to send 500 bottles of canned yellow peaches for everyone to eat when she delivers the saplings next spring.

In Old Zhang’s chicken coop, village director Zhang Yuan came to look for Zhang Baiji.

"Mr. Zhang, you've already received a deposit of 1,000 yuan before you've even started. Can you deliver the chickens by the Mid-Autumn Festival next year? That's 2,000 chickens."

"The village chief is here. I was just about to look for you. I also asked around about this Liu Xialian. She's an incredible person. She trades canned food for airplanes. Her business is huge, so her business is stable. I definitely can't raise 2,000 chickens myself, but there are more than 300 households in our village. You can shout through the loudspeaker and ask everyone to raise more chickens. I'll collect the chickens next fall."

"Yes, your idea is good. It's enough for one family to raise a few chickens, and then the transaction can go smoothly. I was worried that you would take the deposit and not pay the chickens. Now I feel relieved."

"Don't worry, Village Chief, I will definitely deliver the goods. After all, I have some experience in raising chickens. I'll go buy some bean cakes. Just feeding them corn won't do."

Lao Zhang's chicken coop has just started, and the place is small, but compared to the roughness of the people in Northeast China, they are more careful, and only with care can they raise chickens well.

Liu Xialian and others returned to Liujiazhuang. Just after lunch, a driver from Daying Stone Mine came. He was a driver from Liujia Village. He came to see the village chief and said, "The mine has encountered some troubles. People from Pengjia Village have dug up the road. Hundreds of young people came to cause trouble. Director Zhao asked to come and see you."

My uncle is the sales liaison of the gravel factory. In those days, the village chief still did not receive a salary. It was a self-governing village and he was not a civil servant, so they could work.

"What's going on? Is there a fight?" Liu Xia Lian asked.

The driver looked at him and said, "Director, why are you here?"

"Come over to discuss other business. Did you fight?"

"No, the people in Pengjia Village just want benefits."

The uncle put on his clothes and packed his cigarettes. "Maybe they think that I, Old Liu, can't lift a knife anymore. Give a shout and bring the young men from our village over. Old Five, call them over."

When my uncle was young, he was a prominent figure in this area. Now that he is in his fifties and is the village chief, he has become much more restrained.

Liu Xia Lian instructed Zhao Yong: "Go with me to protect uncle, find out the truth first, and try not to take any action."

Zhao Yong nodded: "Don't worry, I understand. This is not the Zhennan Jade Mine."

Li Daniu and Dian Yan also wanted to go over, but Liu Xia Lian stopped them: "No, stay home."

The whole village was in turmoil just for profit, or to put it simply, they just wanted some money. These two guys were too strong and they didn't know how to control the severity of their attacks. It would be hard to explain if someone died.

Liu Xia Lian did not go. After all, this was a small scene that did not require the big boss to step in. If one was capable of being a factory director, one had to learn how to handle these matters. The building materials industry was inherently gray.

My uncle and fifth uncle called more than 30 young men from the village, who boarded three tractors. The reinforcements came very quickly, arriving at the gravel factory in just 20 minutes.

In just two months, the stones had piled up like a mountain. They were all large stones used to build the railway.

The uncle was still strong and didn't take anything. He came over with his men in a menacing manner. Zhao Ying saw this and hurried over to pass the cigarette and lit it for the uncle.

"Village Chief Liu, I have to trouble you again. These people are restless in this cold weather. They dug up the road to the east, which delayed many things."

There were quite a few people in Zhaoying. When they saw that a fight was about to break out, twenty tractor drivers were there, and there were a dozen young men from Zhaojia Village. Now my uncle brought over thirty more people, a total of more than sixty people. But there were still far fewer people than in Pengjiazhuang. There were at least a hundred people on the other side.

The two sides confronted each other with weapons. Zhao Ying shouted, "Brothers, the others have already fought to our doorsteps. The pension for those killed in battle is 10,000 yuan, and the medical expenses for the injured are covered. Do you dare to fight?"

"Just do it." The crowd roared.

Although there were many people in Pengjiazhuang, they were not as aggressive as here. They could not shout slogans like Zhaoying, because the mines were making a lot of money, with hundreds of truckloads of stones every day. Although the government took 20%, the money was real. Of course, there were also small businesses that sold a lot of stones secretly.

The uncle came forward and shouted, "What's the matter? Do you want to rebel? This mine was approved by the county."

Opposite him was a man in his thirties, the leader of Pengjiazhuang, named Peng Shaoxiong. This guy was dark-skinned, about 1.8 meters tall, with a big head and thick neck. He looked like someone you wouldn't mess with.

Peng Shaoxiong crossed his arms and said: "The mountain is a rocky mountain. We use local materials and everyone who sees it gets a share. Trucks pass by our Pengjia Village every day. Shouldn't we also get a share of the money?"

Zhao Ying smiled slightly: "Hey kid, who do you think you are? We'll take the route to Pengjiazhuang. Qian has already discussed this with your village chief. Township chief Wang is here too, so I can't tell you about this."

"The village chief is the village chief, and I am me. I just want a share of the money. Why don't you give us a share of the money you make? This is the stone mountain of our village."

It is normal for Peng Shaoxiong to have this idea. It is indeed the mountain of their village, but there is no land on the mountain. There are nothing but wild grass and sour jujube. Moreover, the decision was made by the county, and the distribution of benefits has been made long ago. There is no need to give money to you villagers.