Mayor Hou gave an approximate number.

She pondered for a moment and said, "Let's build one for now, just the main road in our county, but this road is a bit narrow now, so I suggest widening it."

“How wide is that?”

"I don't know the future development. Since it is a main road, at least eight lanes in both directions will be required, so that it will have a width of 30 meters. There may be another non-motorized transportation facility in the future, and each left and right must occupy one lane, and at the same time, you must prepare to go out of the pedestrian road. In this way, for the future development trend, you have to flow out a wealth to prevent the occurrence of force majeure. Conservatively, it will be 50 meters."

"..." Mayor Hou's index finger drew circles on the table, "Now the width of the main road in our county is about 30 meters, and it is still twenty meters away. In this way, it is difficult to make the shops on both sides give up ten meters of each position."

"Yeah!" she nodded, "So I don't recommend building roads now. Mayor Hou is not in a hurry. You can wait for three or five years."

"I can wait." But he really wanted to do something for the people.

Seeing Mayor Hou’s appearance, Song Xingchen took out a page of paper from the bookshelf next to him, simply drew the floor plan of the county town, and then drew a frame at one location.

"If Mayor Hou can't suppress his desire to benefit the people, he can first use that amount of money to build a new school in this location, for junior high and senior high school, and that amount is almost enough. Maybe you have to hold a meeting to discuss it at that time and fill in a little money. Of course, that little money can only be considered a bonus."

Hearing this, Mayor Hou's eyes lit up, "Yes, yes, if the road is not completed, you can build a school first. The school in our county is indeed a bit dilapidated."

But he quickly asked, "Xiao Song, does it cost so much money to build a school?"

The prices of several rows of houses are actually not expensive, and the amount given to them this time is really quite large.

Because it was caused by Song Xingchen indirectly, he came over and said a few more words.

"Children are the future of this country. They must not be careless in their studies. Adults have nothing to suffer, but they cannot suffer children, especially children's education. A good school can at least make them feel happy in terms of senses."

"The truth is right." Mayor Hou agreed, "But what kind of thing should I build?"

Her lips were curved, "Look at how much money the director Hou Zhen had to use to build the school."

"All!" Mayor Hou answered firmly.

"Then I will draw the design drawings during this period, and the later construction will have to worry about Mayor Hou."

"No problem." He agreed in one breath, "I won't bother you today. When the design drawings come out, I will find someone to come to contract the project and go back first."

Song Xingchen sent Mayor Hou away and returned to his position to continue working. He could go home to do the design drawings.

Song Xiaohua studied in the village for a few years and was very attentive to study.

But only in winter, she felt a little bit of resistance, just because it was too cold in the school and her hands and feet would have frostbite every year.

Last winter, Song Xingchen took good care of his body and feet, and the frostbite in his hands and feet did not recur.

The town has a small population and many vacant houses. Now it is not easy to transfer to farmers. Unless you get admitted to college, your household registration will leave with your academic status.

The town itself has little development. Anyone who wants to make money runs into the city. Many young people are unwilling to come back when they go out, so the houses are vacant for years.

The population in first-tier cities is almost net inflow every year. In the remote small county towns like them, there is no inflow, and all of them are outflowing.

Therefore, it is relatively easy to choose a location for the school. The place she finds only needs to buy those abandoned old houses, which can't cost a lot of money.

In the later period, many people became rich after demolition, but they also got some points. There are also many places where demolition and purchase houses are paid, such as the old uninhabited houses in Xiangyang Town. If you give some money, you will be able to detain them.

A few days later, a team of people came to Xiangyang Town in advance, first to find Mayor Hou, and then to visit Song Xingchen.

The team leader was Fang Huabai. When he saw Song Xingchen, he couldn't help laughing.

"You, it really makes me look at you."

Song Xingchen asked someone to sit down, "You are the ones who are impressed. All the information is handed over to you step by step. From the data to the drawings, I still found me. I have been with me for more than half a year before, and I have learned it in vain?"

Fang Huabai was embarrassed to be said, "This is nothing to do. The technology is so advanced that it is amazing. Moreover, your design drawing itself is too far ahead of the world. We can't even make the lowest-end ones, let alone this one."

She didn't continue to sarcasm, "Would you use the original research institute or rebuild a new one?"

"I have discussed with Mayor Hou before and found a location to build a new factory in the local area, and the country's investment is very strong."

She was slightly stunned, "Isn't it too much, I'll move it all over?"

"Well, anyway, I really did not intend to let others take advantage of it, so it was the same wherever it was built, so I will stay here in the future." Fang Huabai smiled and said, "We and the teacher are just following up here for a while. When the new scientific researchers are in place, we still have to go back."

"Where is going to be built?" she continued.

"Mayor Hou said that you liked that piece of land and issued an approval document."

"..." Song Xingchen felt that he seemed to have done something he shouldn't do, but he still drew an area two kilometers away from Hongmeng Company's headquarters. "Then let's be in this location, it's very close to our company, and we can cooperate with multiple parties in the future."

Fang Huabai smiled and said, "I knew you would make this idea, but the teacher guessed it."

"Is this a guess?" Song Xingchen disagreed. "I thought you came here just a transition. Since I was going to make a decision here, I will drive out the design drawings as soon as possible."

"Okay, I'm in trouble. I'll discuss the location with Mayor Hou these days."

As people in Xiangyang Town have clearly felt that it is obvious that the nearby area is becoming lively.

This has also led to a slow improvement in the local economy. We often see strangers appearing in the town and come here to eat and make a fuss.

"Auntie, let's have another bowl of sour soup dumplings." A young man shouted in front of a stall.

"Okay." Aunt Xinghua responded, "Wan Yuru made sour soup next to her."

Some people shouted at the table next to them for clear soup, and some asked for ordinary soup-free dumplings and pickles. The stalls were busy and lively.

Aunt Xinghua moved here on the 16th day of the first lunar month, and her family also rented out a few acres of land, but she left three acres of land to plant wheat for food and food at home.

After entering the city, I bought a snack stall, which was held from morning to night every day.

The breakfast sells millet porridge and small cakes and pickles. The small cakes are very simple and are just used to spread them in batter. Of course, the price is reasonable and fair.

Lunch and dinner were both dumplings, and there were many people eating them. She couldn't work hard, so she hired two widowed old ladies to help make dumplings and paid according to the weight every day.

"Grandma, I want to eat sour soup dumplings." Song Linyuan ran over with a big sea bowl, followed by Mo Wuqian, "It's so spicy, add an extra spoonful of vinegar."

Seeing him, Aunt Xinghua became even happier and quickly put twenty dumplings for him, cooked them and served them in a big bowl.

"Is it enough?"

"Enough, I'll just eat it myself. Uncle Mo can't eat spicy food these days." He held the sea bowl, smelled the sour and spicy smell, and his saliva came out.

Mo Wuqian smiled and gave the money, and the two turned around and walked home.

Before, Song Xingchen and his aunt had all come to eat, but Aunt Xinghua refused to accept their money. Later, the aunt and nephew did not come and walk around for a long time, which made Aunt Xinghua laugh and cry.

Later, they no longer stubbornly refused to accept money. Anyway, they were all small money, and the Song family could afford it. So the two of them came to walk around frequently.

On the way back, the little guy was holding a big sea bowl and smelling the smell, almost getting so beautiful.

"Uncle Mo, you have to get better soon."

Mo Wuqian nodded. In fact, he was not obsessed with diet. As long as the taste was right, he could eat anything.

Moreover, Liu Huixiang can do it, but he still likes to go to the Zhao family's stall to buy sour soup dumplings, which makes Liu Huixiang somewhat disappointed.

"Uncle Mo must be unhonest when he sleeps. Did he kick the quilt tonight?" He said proudly: "I haven't been sick for a long time."

Mo Wuqian was also worried. It was raining a while ago. Two nights ago, I forgot to close the window after taking a shower and fell asleep. Then I caught a little cold and my throat was uncomfortable.
Chapter completed!