Early December.
Xinong County, Blue Flower Village.
Party Skirt Service Center.
In the spacious and bright conference room.
The group leaders of the villagers of Blue Flower Village gathered together.
On the main seat.
The chief of the Blue Flower Village, Hong Yuan, said loudly,""Dear villagers, the officials of Xihong City have officially released the relevant documents for the transfer of rural land in Xihong City.
It was stated in the document.
Starting from January 1st next year, all the towns and villages in Xihong City would need to re-sign the land management rights transfer contract with the farmers.
In the new contract.
The price of the villagers 'grassland management rights was raised to 4000 yuan per mu.
The transfer price of the villagers 'forest land management rights was raised to 8000 yuan per mu.
The transfer price of the villagers 'farmland management rights was raised to 12000 yuan per mu.
The transfer price of the villagers 'garden management rights was raised to 17000 yuan per mu.
I've organized a meeting today to ask if you have any opinions on this.”
…
The eyes of many of the group leaders lit up.
With the introduction of this policy.
The farmers in Xihong City received a land bonus that was more than ten times more than usual!
Now that the harvest was good, the land in Xihong City was worth tens of thousands of gold.
What if next year's harvest was not good?
What if the next year's harvest was not good?
Who could be sure about something that depended on the heavens?
However, some people felt that they could only maximize their economic benefits by planting their own land!
"Everyone, feel free to speak your mind if you have any thoughts," said Hong Yuan.”
A man in his fifties stood up first and said,""Village chief, I still think we should return the land to us.”
Hong Yuan glanced at the team leader Zhang Wei and asked,"What's your reason?"
Zhang Wei explained in detail,"I've calculated. If I farm my own land, I can earn more money per mu."
One Mu of paddy field, the harvest of early rice was 7200 Jin, and the harvest of late rice was 7200 Jin. That was 14400 Jin.
The market price of rice was 1.5 yuan per catty.
The economic value of one Mu of land was 21600 yuan.
In terms of cost.
The cost of seeds, the cost of transplanting, the cost of pesticide, the cost of irrigation, the cost of harvesting, the cost of labor, and so on were all about 1000 yuan per mu.
If that was the case.
The net profit of one mu of land was 20,000 yuan.
And the government gave us the price of 12,000 yuan per mu, which is a difference of 8000 yuan per mu!
My family's land circulation area is not much, only five acres.
However, with these five acres of cultivated land, he could earn an additional 40,000 yuan every year.
Village chief, you should know what 40,000 yuan a year means to us farmers!”
After Zhang Wei finished speaking.
Some of the team leaders agreed with him.
"Village Chief, Old Zhang is right! The difference of one mu of land was 8000 yuan!”
"Just now, Old Zhang was only planting rice. What if he changed it into a vegetable greenhouse and planted cucumbers, tomatoes, strawberries, and watermelons? Wouldn't we be earning more?"
"That's right! "I remember that the yield of cucumbers per mu is 180,000 catties. Someone in Xiqin County planted 100 acres of cucumber greenhouses and earned more than 30 million!”
"100 mu of cucumbers can earn 30 million. We can earn 1.5 million by planting 5 mu of cucumbers, right?”
"Village Chief, Xihong City has issued a policy, but the country can't stop us from making money, right?”
"..."
Everyone was still discussing.
Hong Yuan coughed.
Soon, the meeting room returned to silence.
He slowly opened his mouth and said,"Villagers, what you say makes sense, but it also doesn't make sense."
First of all, regardless of whether you grow vegetables or fruits in the field, the accounts are not calculated like this.
When you calculate the profits of rice, you calculate it according to the yield of 7200 catties per mu. Is the harvest so high every year?
Zhang Wei, you've been farming since you were a teenager. It's been 40 years now, right?
Let me ask you, in these 40 years, how many times has it been possible to produce 7200 catties per mu?”
Hearing this.
"Just this one time this year!" Zhang Wei said gloomily.”
"That's right!"
Hong Yuan said in a low voice,"To be more precise, this is the first time in the history of China!"
Everyone was from the village, so they should know that last year, the land in the village was only 1200 catties per mu.
This year's harvest was good, but that didn't mean that it would be good every year.
What if next year's early and late rice yield was still only 1200 catties per mu?
Alright, even if next year's harvest was good, what if there was a super typhoon or something and there was no harvest?”
As soon as he finished speaking.
The meeting room was silent.
They all knew it in their hearts.
If he took the land home and planted it himself, he would have to bear the risk himself.
On the other hand, they could get a fixed 12,000 mu of land dividends every year without having to farm themselves.
On the other hand, wealth came from danger, and he had to return to his life of facing the yellow soil and facing the sky, whether his harvest was good or not.
On the main seat.
"Xihong City is a coastal city," Hong Yuan added."Which year did it not encounter four or five typhoons?"
Take this summer as an example. Our neighboring city, Zhang City, suffered from two typhoons.
The first was typhoon Haibei Si. The area of their crops affected was as high as hundreds of thousands of acres.
The first time was Typhoon Medham. Their crops were affected by the disaster, up to 460,000 mu, of which 40,000 mu had no harvest, resulting in economic losses of more than 1.2 billion yuan.
Xihong City wasn't a land of fish and rice, so how could it be peaceful?
Was it really as simple as saying it was?”
Village Chief Hong Yuan's words were deafening.
Many people had returned to reality from their fanatical thoughts of farming and making a fortune.
Zhang Wei opened his mouth and said,"Village chief, what if we insist on taking back our land and planting it ourselves?"”
"Then let's go to court!"
Hong Yuan said calmly.
As soon as he said this.
The meeting room instantly exploded.
"What the hell? We want to take back our land, and we still have to go to court?”
"Village chief, are you joking with us? This is our land!"
"Oh no! I suddenly remembered that the land transfer contract we signed previously was for a period of 30 years!”
"I remember now. The contract period for the land transfer is from 1998 to 2028. It's 2014 now, so there are still 14 years left!”
"..."
Hong Yuan said in a deep voice,"Dear village leaders, there are laws in the country and rules in the family.
In 1998, every household in Blue Flower Village signed a land transfer contract.
The contract period was from 1998 to 2028, a total of 30 years!
If you want to get your land back, then wait for 14 years until the contract ends.
At that time, you can plant whatever you want on your land!”
Hearing this.
The villagers looked at each other.
That's right, they had all signed the land transfer contract, and they had signed it with their fingerprints.
The contract in the village was also legally binding!
…After
a long while.
Zhang Wei accepted his fate and said,"Village chief, if we transfer the land to the village committee, will we be able to ensure a stable harvest in the event of drought and flood? Will we be able to get 12,000 yuan per mu every year?"”
"That's right!"
"City Lord Lu Zhe has already said that regardless of whether the harvest is good or not in the future, this sum of money is fixed.
If the harvest isn't good, the Xihong City government will give us money to collect 12,000 yuan per mu and give it to you.
If the harvest is good, the village committee of our Blue Flower Village will give all villagers a year-end bonus at the end of the year.
Moreover, due to the sharp increase in grain production this year.
City Lord Lu had said that before January 1st, 2015, those who signed the land management rights transfer contract with the village committee would be paid land dividends according to the new contract this year.
Simply put, as long as everyone signed the new contract.
"Before New Year's Day, the village committee will give you 12,000 yuan per mu of land dividends.”
…Hearing that they
were going to pay in advance.
Everyone's eyes lit up.
Originally, they thought that they would only get 1000 yuan per mu of land dividends this year.
He did not expect that as long as he was willing to sign, he could get 12,000 yuan per mu.
If he calculated it.
Every household could get tens of thousands!
Moreover, from now on, he would be able to get so much money every year.
Moreover, if the village had a good harvest, they would get a year-end bonus.
Since he couldn't get the land back.
The choice given to them by the village committee was already the best.
They had nothing to hesitate about. They were all willing to sign!
Money, money, money, life is connected.
He should be satisfied with the extra money he received every year!
…At
the same time.
Similar situations occurred in every village in Xihong City.
Most of the villagers were willing to sign and receive more than ten times the land dividends.
And the villagers who insisted on taking back their land.
After knowing the duration of the contract, he could only accept his fate.
The village committee of Xihong City kept their promises. After signing the new contract, they immediately arranged for the accountant to transfer the money.
When the villagers received the money with real money.
They were all smiling from ear to ear, full of hope for the future!
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