It’s not that she has too much money to burn her hands. The mountain she bought is close to the river. The flat open space in the middle is only thirty meters wide. There is a stone bridge on the river. It looks a bit old and seems to be very strong, but not flat.

She wanted the people in Qingxi Village to renovate the river when building roads. This also required a lot of money, which could be considered as labor and materials.

"Secretary Fang, I suggest setting up a river bank on the river bank of your village, just a stone pier, which can also prevent some children from going down the river to play, so as to avoid accidents."

"What's right," Fang Jingyuan said: "A wooden stake was set up every other section, which said that people were not allowed to go down the river, and they could not withstand some naughty people. The old saying goes, those who drowned are all watery. In this village along the river, no one or two human tragedies will happen in this year."

Fang Jingyuan chatted with Song Xingchen for a few words here, then hugged the canvas bag and returned to the village. He was so cautious along the way, for fear of being robbed.

When he returned to the village, Fang Jingyuan summoned the village cadres and said that he wanted to purchase materials to prepare for road construction.

Previously, some village cadres thought that it would be better to give it to the villagers with so much money. However, according to the number of people, the village has more than 5,000 people, and the average distribution is less than 300 yuan. Now that life is better, it is almost enough to plant one acre of land every year. It is really not as good as renovating the roads in the village.

Especially when the road is repaired, villagers can dry food on the road, and they don’t have to worry about wasting clothes and shoes when it rains or snows. Even if a small number of villagers want money, based on the principle of minority obeying the majority, this road will eventually be repaired.

Nowadays, a bag of cement is very cheap. Even if the village is large, the money is enough. As for how much it can be left, it is hard to say.

"Is this money enough?" the village director asked the brigade accountant opposite.

The accountant is also from Qingxi Village, and he takes over his father's work. "According to my previous calculations, there are probably not many left."

Fang Jingyuan gently lit the notebook on the table and said, "Let's do this, if there is a little money left, we will build a large trough with cement in several places in the village. In the future, the garbage from the villagers' homes will be sent to the stone trough. After it is full, people will be cleaned up and sent away separately. What do you think?"

"Xiaoyuan's method is very good. If the village has built the road, it must be well managed." The village director agreed.

Here, the village director is the oldest and an old cadre in the village. When Fang Jingyuan returned to the village to serve as the village party secretary, he was the first to sincerely help.

"There is another 25,000 yuan here, which was given to me by Xiao Song. He told us to repair the stone bridge and then seal the riverside with a stone pier. We cannot waste this money for others. In the future, neighbors and neighbors will live there, so that people can't let us laugh at us." Fang Jingyuan reminded him a few words.

The brigade accountant nodded seriously, "Don't worry, I must be watching."

"Then I'll go and ask someone to come back to help build the road. Uncle Jiu, you will also mobilize the young and middle-aged people who stayed in the village. At that time, help everyone work together, and then let two tractors in the village pull cement in the town. Brother Baolin will follow the cement back and forth. Then we will make a total of the total, and the conditions allow us to build the doorsteps of the people. If not, we will only build the nine main roads in the village."

"OK!"

After the village committee ended, the village cadres began to work hard.

When the villagers learned that the village would be able to build roads soon, they became excited.

They have seen the cement road, and there are three in the town, which are very flat. Now their village is going to start repairing, which is incredible.

Song Xingchen is also preparing to recruit workers. The money in his hand is still more than enough to temporarily build a mountain road. The place is not large, and the entire mountain is also a half-soil and half-stone structure. The mountain does not have a stone body with too high hardness, so it is relatively easier.

During this construction project, she went to Liu Jingfei and asked him to help contact the construction team in Beijing. The technology and safety are definitely better than those below, and they are also state-owned enterprise construction units, so the quality is definitely guaranteed.

After all, it is the place where she lives for the rest of her life, but she is not careless.

She will make the subsequent money, so there is no need to worry about the exhaustion of funds.

The county town has a Chinese courtyard house, and the villa in the Mid-mountain is in a modern style. She is planning to install smart homes later. Song Xingchen also knows about smart engineering. He once opened a company in a certain world and has also studied holographic technology, artificial intelligence, magnetic levitation, etc.

Of course, it was in a worldview in the 25th century. Based on the same world, it was not difficult to do research here.

No matter how many skills she learned, it will not affect her own strength.

No matter how technologically tragic the modern society is, she can never be immortal. She is such an individual.

However, experiencing the cycle of life and death is a process of cultivating the mind in the world. Otherwise, the long years will always feel restless.

In just half a month, the construction team in the capital arrived in Xiangyang Town. At that time, Song Xingchen was preparing to collect grain with the Zhao family in the village.

When she heard the news from Secretary Liu, she wiped the sweat from her neck and said to Zhao Youde and his wife: "Uncle Zhao, Aunt, I have something to leave for two days, I'll trouble you in the past two days."

Zhao Youde didn't care at all, and when he saw Liu Chunyang coming, there must be something wrong, "Go, your aunt and I will pack up this acre of sticks for you, don't forget to keep the keys at home."

"Hey!" She handed the keys to Aunt Xinghua, "It's really a coincidence that when I come back, my uncle and aunt should not forget to come to the house for dinner and prepare a meal for you."

Aunt Xinghua generally knew about the Song family. Even though her face was red and sweating profusely, her smile was still generous and refreshing, "Go quickly, just this acre of land will be taken home today and will be cleaned up tomorrow."

Song Xingchen did not delay, and borrowed a bicycle with Aunt Xinghua and went to the county town.

Zhao Youde took a sickle and cut corn stalks behind him, while his eldest son Zhao Jianjun digged corn roots behind him.

"Xinghua, what are you going to do?" Zhao Youde asked.

Aunt Xinghua wiped her sweat and said, "She bought a mountain in Qingxi Village and prepared to build a house. Maybe the construction team has come."

"Which construction team was hired? Our family can also help." Zhao Jianjun spat in his palm and continued to wave the pickaxe, "You don't have to spend more money on asking outsiders."

The three brothers watched the two children of the Song family grow up. Because of the relationship between the Xinghua and the Song family, and the Zhao family has no daughter, they all regard Song Xiaohua as their own sister. When they were young, the three brothers took Song Xiaohua to play in the village.
Chapter completed!