The hunter's leisurely life begins with marrying a female educated youth.

"Captain, here is 200 yuan. Please accept it."

Zhang Yun took out 200 yuan from his pocket and pushed it in front of Zhang Youwei.

According to regulations, villagers are required to pay land use fees when allocating new residential land. The fee is 20 yuan per fen (0.01 hectares), so it's 200 yuan per mu (0.067 hectares).

Zhang Youwei was shocked again. He really didn't expect Zhang Yun to have so much money on him. Could it be that Linshui Mine can advance several hundred yuan at once?

However, as the captain, he wouldn't ask proactively.

Zhang Youwei accepted the money and then issued a receipt.

"Yun Yazi, you can go to your homestead this afternoon and mark the lines with lime powder."

"In a little while, when it's time for roll call, I can help you spread the word that any commune members who want to help you level your homestead tomorrow can go directly to your homestead."

Zhang Youwei said with a smile.

Seeing how delicious the two pheasants were, Zhang Youwei was happy to help Zhang Yun.

Furthermore, Zhang Yun controls the procurement channel of the Linshui Mine, and many agricultural products of the Jiuwan Brigade can rely on Zhang Yun in the future.

After a while, Zhang Youwei thought of something and immediately spoke up.

“Yun Yazi, the production team finishes work at 5 o’clock this afternoon. If we go to the canteen for dinner, Han Zhiqing won’t be back at the educated youth settlement until 6 o’clock.”

"Proposing marriage at 6 o'clock... that's not a good omen."

"How about this, at two o'clock is roll call time for work, I'll propose marriage to Han Zhiqing on your behalf in front of all the commune members, how about that?"

This idea is quite bold and even more novel.

Having experienced his previous life, Zhang Yun was able to accept this novel idea.

Moreover, proposing marriage to Han Xuemei in front of all the villagers, allowing everyone to witness the happy moment, seems like a wonderful thing in life.

"Okay, I'll do as you say, Captain."

Zhang Yun immediately agreed.

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Old Camphor Tree Square.

The members of the six production teams of Jiuwan Brigade gathered together again.

It's almost 2 o'clock, and it's time for the daily roll call again.

The members of each production team consciously gathered together, forming six groups, and various discussions arose.

Upon closer listening, it turned out that the members of all six production teams were talking about Zhang Yun.

In the fifth production team, everyone surrounded Han Xuemei.

"Han Zhiqing, you really know how to pick people. That kid Zhang Yun has made money; he's even bought a bicycle."

An elderly man sighed.

Ever since Zhang Yun kissed Han Xuemei in public, the news has spread throughout Jiuwan Village that Zhang Yun and Han Xuemei are lovers.

Therefore, when Zhang Yun rode his bicycle back to the village today, the villagers' gossipy nature was awakened, and they all started talking about it, marveling at Zhang Yun's ability to make a lot of money.

Naturally, the villagers were quite envious of Han Xuemei's foresight in winning over Zhang Yun and getting things done soon.

"Yes, Yun Ya is quite capable now. I heard he became the purchasing agent for Linshui Mine. He's going to make a lot of money in the future."

A woman who frequented the village's intelligence center for many years spoke animatedly and excitedly about Zhang Yun, her words flowing freely.

"By the way, Han Zhiqing, has Zhang Yun proposed marriage to you yet?"

A kind-hearted older woman asked with concern.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes turned to Han Xuemei.

"He, he, he hasn't come to propose yet..."

Han Xuemei replied, blushing slightly.

However, there was a hint of panic in her eyes. Her gaze flickered, and she was very worried. What if Zhang Yun stopped proposing to her after he became rich? How would she live in the future?

Han Xuemei had often heard the saying that men become bad when they have money, and she really didn't want it to happen to her. She really didn't want to see Zhang Yun abandon her after he got rich and pursue a woman with better conditions.

"That's bad, Han Zhiqing, you'd better hurry up, we can't let that good lad Zhang Yun get away."

The kind-hearted woman immediately gave her instructions.

"Yes, if a man's three legs aren't tied tightly, they'll wander off. Han Zhiqing, you know what I mean."

The woman at the village intelligence center joked, implying that Han Xuemei should push Zhang Yun down and force the issue.

Han Xuemei's face immediately turned bright red.

Just then, Zhang Zhongli, Chen Wan, Zhang Yanhong, and Zhang Yanli arrived at the Old Camphor Tree Square with their roe deer.

Naturally, the members of the six production teams, who had just been discussing Zhang Yun, all gathered around when they saw that Zhang Yun's family had arrived.

Chen Wan spotted Han Xuemei at first glance. She happily pushed through the crowd and grabbed Han Xuemei.

"Han Zhiqing, Lao San came back at noon and told me that he proposed to you today, and you will become my daughter-in-law."

Chen Wan smiled and said, becoming happier and happier as she looked at Han Xuemei. She was genuinely satisfied with Han Xuemei, a hardworking and virtuous girl from the city.

Upon hearing this, everyone collectively exclaimed "Wow!" again.

Upon hearing this, Han Xuemei's worries and fears vanished instantly.

The women at the village's intelligence center started gossiping again: "Chen Wan, your family is going to propose marriage. Have you prepared the betrothal gifts? Yun Yazi is rich now, so we can't be stingy with Han Zhiqing."

Upon seeing the woman, Chen Wan laughed and said, "Liu Cuihua, you want to see our family make a fool of themselves, don't you? Hehe, you're going to be disappointed today. The gift my third son has prepared for our visit will definitely surprise you."

Just then, the sound of a bicycle bell rang in the distance.

So everyone turned to look into the distance and saw Zhang Yun riding a bicycle, and the brigade leader Zhang Dawei also riding a 28-inch bicycle, arriving together at the Old Camphor Tree Square.

"Zhang Yun is here!"

"Zhang Yun really bought a bicycle!"

Everyone looked on with envy.

Having a bicycle instantly elevates one's status and prestige in the village. Although Zhang Yun is young, from this moment on, he is considered a big shot by the villagers of Jiuwan Village.

The three brothers, Zhang Tuanjie, Zhang Shengli, and Zhang Jianshe, glared at Zhang Yun with icy eyes. They couldn't stand Zhang Yun's sudden transformation into a dragon.

The three of them shared the same thought: that if they caught Zhang Yun selling goods in the act at dawn the next day, Zhang Yun would fall off the platform and never be able to recover.

Both bicycles were parked.

Zhang Yun looked at Han Xuemei, blinked, nodded slightly, and looked at her with a smile.

Han Xuemei was looking at that burning gaze, and although she liked it, her face involuntarily turned bright red.

At this moment, the brigade leader Zhang Youwei shouted: "Everyone stand in line, six production teams, six rows."

All members immediately stood at attention.

Zhang Youwei then looked at the Fifth Production Team and said with a smile, "Please have Han Xuemei, the educated youth, step forward."

Wow……

At this moment, the members of the six production teams realized what was happening, and they all exclaimed in surprise.

Han Xuemei had a premonition in her heart. Under everyone's gaze, she walked out with her head down, full of shyness, and went to the front of the fifth production team.

"Zhang Yun, put the big red flower on Han Zhiqing."

Zhang Youwei said with a faint smile.

Zhang Yun immediately took out two large red flowers from the bicycle basket. These were made by Zhang Yun on Zhang Youwei's advice to propose marriage here. He borrowed red paper and personally folded, held, and cut them out.

A moment later, Zhang Yun pinned a large red flower, the size of a washbasin, to Han Xuemei's chest, and then pinned another large red flower to his own chest, grinning as he stood happily beside Han Xuemei.

"Comrade Han Xuemei, Comrade Zhang Yun from Jiuwan Brigade likes you. He swore to the Great Leader that he would marry you and love you for life. Are you willing to give him this opportunity and marry him?"

Zhang Youwei looked at the two young men standing in front of him, wearing big red flowers, and he immediately became excited and made a declaration.