People born in the 80s became relocated households

It was already 4 p.m. when she got home. Shuya found a thin wooden board and drew the outline of the words on it with chalk. She then got a saw and two small half buckets of white paint and red paint from the utility room in the backyard and used the saw to smooth the edges and corners.

Paint it white, paint the middle words red, and put it on the stone under the pear tree in the backyard to dry. After it was done, I heard the sound of an electric car stopping in the front yard. I looked up and saw that it was the old man who had just come back from get off work. He paused with the household registration book in his hand and said seriously:

"I went to the brigade this morning to ask. If I want to separate the households, I need a housing certificate and a homestead certificate. Now I have a homestead certificate but no house on it, so I can't separate the households. Only when the house is built and the village office comes to measure the size and re-enter the household, can I process the separation."

"Okay, Dad, I will get the money as soon as possible, and it will be settled the day after tomorrow at the latest. I may have to trouble you again then. I heard that you are a bricklayer, so I may need your help," Shuya said after a pause.

The old man sighed helplessly:

"I think you have completely offended your aunt this time. They told you long ago that the homestead would be given to them. What can I say about you?"

Jiang Shuya asked puzzledly: "You have moved here for more than ten years, and they haven't built one yet. There were so many opportunities in between, why did you wait until now?"

The old man sighed again: "Well, it was only a few years after we moved here that your uncle's house was renovated. At that time, we didn't have enough money to build a large house, so we demolished our two houses and renovated them."

"I wanted to build a house next to it when I had more money. Later, your aunt said she wanted to give her the land to build a house, and promised to give her 3 yuan for the house site. Seeing that it was such a large amount, your mother agreed without a second thought."

"Later, there was no movement from your eldest aunt's side. I guess your brother-in-law disagreed and didn't want to get involved in this mess, so we didn't dare to bring it up. Until the earth wall in front was about to collapse, I was afraid that it might hit someone, so we pushed the earth wall down and filled the small ditch in front. Now the area seems a little bigger, and your grandfather planted vegetables on it."

Jiang Shuya knew Huang Guohua's concerns. After all, she had experienced a lifetime and had seen through his thoughts. Although she didn't say it out loud, she knew it in her heart. Because she was short of 5,000 yuan from her uncle, her aunt would probably come to ask for it in the next two days. She didn't know how the money was borrowed at the time, but she had to pay it back anyway. She made up her mind and said:

"Dad, don't borrow money from my aunt's family anymore. After all, we have to rely on ourselves for everything. We will sell the grapes ourselves this year instead of paying them to the vendors. We must pay back the money. There is a piece of wood in the backyard. It will be almost dry tomorrow. Please help me polish the edges and nail it to the door of our vineyard in a few days."

Because every household in Xixia Village has a vineyard, and there is no one to guard it, each household has a private door and yard. Some are fenced on both sides, and some are fixed with very sturdy wire mesh. Each household has a doorhead. Those with better conditions will use Dapeng to grow grapes. Dapeng has a high temperature, the grapes look good, and can be put on the market early and sold at a good price.

But most families grow grapes in the open air, and the planting techniques are similar. The quality of the grapes on the market is not much different. As for the selling price, it depends on each person's ability.

At this time, the grape yield per acre is about 1500 kilograms, and those who know how to sell can earn considerable income from a few acres of vineyards.

This is aimed at people who have sales channels. Those who don't have regular sales channels, such as my mother-in-law's family, all sell their products to vendors at 2 yuan per catty. Those are of good quality. Those of poor quality are even less valuable.

Three acres of grapes can be sold for three to four thousand yuan a year. The Cao family next door has sales channels. Every year, they order thousands of packaged gift boxes, each box weighing 10 kilograms. They are all ordered by the company to be given as benefits to employees.

I heard that the prices are all good. A company with thousands of employees will be happy to do this because of the government's vigorous publicity and conscientious bosses who will support the government.

This will boost the farmers' economy. After all, a business cannot do without government support.

The old man looked at the wooden board curiously for a while, said nothing, and went to the utility room to look for screws. Shuya saw that Baoer was not at home, and she might have been taken by the old lady to visit Old Wang's house next door.

The Cao family is separated from the Wang family next door, so Shuya only needs to walk there in two minutes. Sure enough, the old lady was holding Baoer and chatting with the old lady of the Wang family.

The little guy saw Shuya at a glance and stretched out his hands in joy. There were tears on his big eyelashes, probably because he had just cried for a while.

When he was in his mother's arms, he hummed and asked for milk. Jiang Shuya took the low stool handed to her by the old lady of the Wang family and saw that there was no one else around, so she leaned against the corner of the door and wall to feed Baoer.

The little guy was happily drinking milk when suddenly someone squatted beside him, which scared Shuya.

Jiang Shuya covered her chest and said angrily: "You bad girl, you don't even make a sound when you walk."

A round face with a bright smile, a rosy complexion, a pair of phoenix eyes, willow-shaped eyebrows, and a very friendly look.

She is Wang Hongjuan, the daughter-in-law of the Wang family. They are a real family. Her husband’s surname is Wang, and he also married a woman with the surname Wang. It’s just a coincidence, so the child was named "Qiaoer" when he was born. By the way, she is from the same hometown as Shuya?

They were both from the same county in northern Jiangsu. She was three years older than Jiang Shuya. It was said that when fellow villagers met, their eyes were filled with tears. In her previous life, Jiang Shuya clearly remembered that when her child was weaned, Jiang Shuya had no way to go and entrusted her to help find a job in a shopping mall.

There was always no response. Because she had worked in the business world for many years, Shuya trusted her quite a bit and liked to tell her her true feelings.

Two people from the same hometown, now meeting in a foreign land, naturally become closer, and from then on they encourage and comfort each other.

In the past, Shuya was often annoyed by her lack of help, and later she stopped associating with her and no longer exchanged greetings when they met.

Thinking back to my past life, I was really petty and not presentable. Now Jiang Shuya has let it go. It is a favor for others to help you, and it is their duty not to help you. There is no right or wrong.

Wang Hongjuan didn't sense Shuya's secret thoughts, and stretched her neck to ask, "The grapes will be on the market in a month. How do you plan to sell them?"

Jiang Shuya didn't tell him her plan. She smoothed her hair and said, "No idea? I guess it will be the same as before."

"You also plan to transport it to the city to sell it. You can get a higher price there, but you have to get up early and the journey is a bit far. It's not cost-effective to sell it to street vendors."

Wang Hongjuan picked up the potatoes from the basin next to her and peeled them.

Shuya saw that her mother-in-law was no longer in the yard. She thought that she might have gone home to cook. She was afraid of the smoke and was naturally resistant to cooking, but she was a foodie.