Reborn in 1994: Starting from the Autumn Harvest

Listening to Chen Mian's analysis, and based on his own experience, Chen Hongguo was already 80% convinced of the matter; the price of cotton this year had been fluctuating far too frequently.

But he still had some concerns: "What do we have to offer as collateral? If we lease the land, we really won't be able to come up with a single penny. What if something goes wrong..."

"Dad, I'll figure out a loan. Once we get these 45 mu of land, we can at least earn enough to build three brick houses. Think about it." Chen Mian threw down his pen and sat down at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed), burying his head and saying nothing more.

"Sigh~" Chen Hongguo felt a mix of emotions when he saw his son's dejected look. He then grabbed his clothes and said, "I'll go to the brigade headquarters and take another look at the announcement."

Tang Xiuyun looked around, her face full of surprise, and quickly followed.

Hearing the door to the main room close, Chen Mian smiled, raised her head, stretched, and guessed that it was pretty much true.

But I can't help but lament how difficult it is to make money.

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On September 4th, after some preparation, the Anping Village brigade headquarters was bustling with activity.

The men who were in charge of the household flocked into the meeting room. Everyone who had participated in the land contracting had prepared a slip of paper as a pass, which allowed them to move closer to the inside.

Those who didn't participate in the land leasing could only crowd on the periphery, tiptoeing to hear the news and watch the excitement.

Chen Mian was only 19 years old, still a child, and he had no right to speak in that room.

They could only helplessly huddle together with a group of elderly people, women, and children in the courtyard, eagerly anticipating the upcoming bidding.

"Er Mian, who do you think will get the contract today?" Cheng Haichao squatted down by the wall, looking very curious.

Chen Mian knew everything that had happened inside the house, so she appeared even more bored. She picked up a straw stick and scratched at the bricks on the ground, casually saying, "How would I know?"

"What do you think?"

Chen Mian chuckled, swaying slightly as she said, "If you ask me, my dad would definitely win."

The two families knew each other very well, and Cheng Haichao was quite familiar with each other's circumstances. He didn't believe that a loan of 10,000 yuan would be enough to acquire the 45 mu of land.

"I should have let my dad participate too; maybe he could have won."

"Don't believe me? Let's have a little fun?" Chen Mian raised an eyebrow and smiled, then threw the straw at Cheng Haichao.

"What games are we playing?"

Chen Mian was wearing clothes made of durable work cloth, and she didn't mind getting dirty. Then she slid down the wall and sat on a broken brick.

After thinking about it, I really couldn't think of anything suitable to ask for right away.

"Count me in!" someone suddenly interjected from the side.

Chen Mian turned around and saw that it was her 20-year-old cousin Chen Yu, Chen Hongjian's son, dressed in a striped short-sleeved shirt and jeans, looking clean and presentable.

But his temperament is very similar to his father's; they are both cunning and scheming.

In his previous life, Chen Yu had a very good life. He was one of the few people in Anping Village to obtain a non-agricultural household registration and even bought a house in the city.

Later, the family rarely returned to the village except to visit graves. They looked down on not only outsiders, but even their own uncle, Chen Hongqiang.

I remember Chen Yu was supposed to get engaged next year, but we'll have to see how they manage to do it.

Chen Mian smiled meaningfully: "How does Brother Yu want to play?"

"You can say whatever you want, I'm fine with anything." Chen Yu lifted his cowboy leg and squatted down as well.

Chen Mian lowered her head, picked up a twig, and drew it on the ground. Then her eyes lit up, and she looked up and said, "Brother Yu, do you have a single-cassette recorder?"

Chen Yu was taken aback, never expecting Chen Mian to ask such a question.

"Yes, Panda brand, it costs two hundred yuan."

"Is your tape recorder even good enough?"

Chen Yu looked Chen Mian up and down, unable to understand why he was so confident, a confidence that made Chen Yu inexplicably uneasy.

After some consideration, I realized I had seen Chen Mian singing at a record store before, so I guessed she wanted to buy a tape recorder but didn't have the money.

If I don't agree, it will make me look scared and inferior.

He looked at Chen Mian and demanded, "What are you carrying?"

"Go ahead and say it," Chen Mian said confidently as she stood up.

Chen Yu looked up and stood up as well, otherwise he would feel like Chen Mian was riding on his head.

But he is only 175 cm tall, which is half a head shorter than Chen Mian.

He put his hands in his pockets, feigning nonchalance: "I can't think of anything I need right now, but it's definitely no more than 200 yuan. I'll leave it for now."

Seeing Chen Mian nod, Chen Yu was still a little uneasy, so he called over the other brothers to be witnesses.

"Guess who will win?" Chen Mian laughed.

"My dad will definitely win."

Yesterday, Chen Yu saw his father writing, drawing, and calculating in the room until midnight. He filled a plastic bag with scraps of paper and wouldn't let anyone else see it.

Later, I saw my dad lying down and falling asleep happily. Today, I asked him about it again. My dad said that kids shouldn't get involved, but his face showed a confident expression.

Based on his understanding of his father, he's almost certain to win.

The agreement with Chen Mian this time was just to guess which of the two families' adults would win. If both were eliminated, the agreement would be void. With Chen Mian's family's conditions, how could they possibly win?

Just as the two outside reached an agreement, the bidding inside began.

The layout remained the same, but Liu Guozhu and his family of four arrived, their pale and helpless appearance stirring pity in many.

But some people are already bursting with excitement and can't wait any longer.

The village secretary took a transparent plastic bucket from under the table, looked around, and said loudly, "Villagers who are preparing to lease land, put your price slips in this plastic bucket. Guozhu will choose on the spot in a moment."

Fifty notes, some large and some small, filled more than half the bucket, representing nearly half of the families in Anping Village.

It was then delivered to Liu Guozhu. According to the pre-arranged procedure, he would then take out the two slips of paper to compare and eliminate the one that was not ideal.

Everyone's attention was focused on Liu Guozhu, who unfolded a piece of white paper, frowned, and then passed it unhappily to the village secretary on the upper right.

Village Party Secretary Yang Baoshuan was also taken aback, and then scanned the crowd.

"Zhang Lianzhu, 12600 yuan."

"12600?!"

"Only 280 yuan per mu?!"

Some people were stunned, while others couldn't help but laugh. Everyone was searching for Zhang Lianzhu's figure.

Yang Daqiu joked, "280 yuan per mu, Lian Zhu'er, you really have the nerve to do that."

Zhang Lianzhu, unfazed, chuckled and said, "I'm just sitting here anyway, might as well join in the fun. I can't compete with you guys anyway."

The villagers nodded in agreement, then looked at each other, realizing that all 49 people in the house had become mere extras in the commotion.

Chen Mian sat on the steps to the right of the meeting room, listening to the harmonious conversation inside, and nodded slightly.

The beginning of the incident is exactly the same as in the previous life. Zhang Lianzhu made a humorous start, and if nothing unexpected happens, the second one will be Chen Hongqiang.

The Party Secretary stepped in and calmed the tense atmosphere, then began to draw the second slip of paper.

"Chen Hongqiang, 14850 yuan."

Chen Hongqiang's price did not cause much of a stir, but the villagers were noticeably more serious.

For some of the villagers, the impact of this note was far greater than Zhang Lianzhu's casual remark.

Because their price was also 330 yuan per mu, the total price for 45 mu was 14850 yuan.

This means that if a note with a price higher than 14850 yuan appears later, you will be eliminated.

Chen Hongqiang also came with the idea of ​​participating, enjoying the attention of the crowd around him with a look of contentment and satisfaction.

However, this blissful feeling shattered in less than two minutes.

"Old Liu, 14850 yuan."

"Old Sun, 14850 yuan."

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