Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 167 - . Family Farms and Policy_1

Chapter 167: 167. Family Farms and Policy_1

Chapter 167: 167. Family Farms and Policy_1

Everything had been figured out here, and just as Song Tan was about to get into the car, she suddenly saw a familiar face standing by the roadside, smiling and waving at her:

“Song Tan.”

“Director… Zhu.”

It was the young village secretary from the village.

It had been a while since she last saw him, and Zu Jun’s hair had gotten a lot shorter, his skin a shade darker than before, but his spirits were still high.

“What are you…” Song Tan glanced at the large black bag she was carrying:

“Are you here for a meeting in town?”

Zu Jun smiled, “What meeting so early? I’m here for some errands and was planning to go to the city after that.”

She looked at Song Tan’s empty car, “Not selling vegetables today? Then, are you headed to the city? Give me a lift.”

Song Tan nodded, “I’m planning to buy a small tricycle for my dad.”

Then, turning around, she remembered something and asked, “This doesn’t still require a license plate and driving license, does it?”

Zu Jun burst into laughter, “Technically… technically, none of that exists in this town yet.”

Song Tan breathed a sigh of relief.

She was truly daunted by the endless layers of policies nowadays.

While she tidied up the passenger seat a bit, Zu Jun, already familiar with the car, got in.

“The transportation in the village is really inconvenient,” she sighed. “My car had some issues and I sent it for repair. These past days, I’ve been completely relying on the village-to-village bus service!”

“Exactly,” Song Tan said with a laugh, “otherwise why would the number of people in the village be declining? It’s because they can never leave the mountains.”

Zu Jun nodded, “Exactly. If people can’t leave, opportunities can’t leave either, and neither can education or healthcare. That’s why all the young people eventually leave.”

Likely, all remote and backwards villages silently fade away like this.

But while her words sounded disheartening, her expression was quite the opposite, “But you’re talking about the current situation. However, I guess with you here, our village will soon prosper.”

She turned to Song Tan, “I heard that bamboo shoots from the bamboo grove can sell for twenty yuan a kilogram? Song Tan, you really must have learned some skills secretly before coming back.”

Where she had learned those skills from, she hadn’t yet figured out.

But then again, if it was so easy to figure out, everyone would be skilled in profitable farming, and there would be no distinction between green organic vegetables and ordinary vegetables, right?

When you can’t reply, a smile is enough.

Song Tan smiled perfectly.

Zu Jun wasn’t one for idle chit-chat. After a few words, she started rifling through her large black bag:

“However, I do have some good news for you—the application you submitted for the family farm subsidy and assessment was approved by the city yesterday.”

“Now you can officially register a name for your family farm online, and if there’s a chance, the city will help drive some traffic to your site.”

“But…” her smile held a hint of helplessness, “you know our Yun City is too small to even make a splash online. Even if the city helps drive traffic, don’t expect much, our influence is limited.”

Song Tan chuckled softly, “I’m prepared.”

“As for the subsidy…” Zu Jun pondered for a moment, “because the assessment period for some projects is very long, many people will come down for the assessment. Some will send official notifications, and others will conduct private on-site assessments.”

“But as long as you don’t falsify any data, nobody should be able to trip you up there.”

That was all she needed to hear.

Song Tan nodded, “Don’t worry.”

The car drove smoothly on the road, on both sides, the fields already boasted lush greenness, and by the roadside, a large expanse of rapeseed flowers was about to fade, forming sparse green elongated fruit pods.

Zu Jun thought for a moment, “After the document is issued today, you’d better take the time to come to the city’s administrative hall, and register your farm with the commercial bureau.”

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“Moving forward, whether you open an online store or organize group sales online, you just need to apply for a tax exemption regularly through the commerce and tax departments.”

“Additionally, the scope of breeding on family farms will also be appropriately relaxed, including the sale of your pigs. As long as they pass the basic quarantine, it is permitted.”

This was an unexpected joy indeed.

Song Tan was clear from the start about the agricultural products being tax-exempt.

But now, with many restrictions on rural livestock, she was thinking about selecting a pig for a slaughter party. If anyone took a fancy, the rest could be taken home whole.

She hadn’t planned to sell much, at most three pigs.

After all, there were so many mouths to feed at her house now.

But with Zu Jun’s words, everything seemed legitimate and lawful, wasn’t that even better?

So she agreed very readily, “Okay, then I’ll just drop you off at the administrative hall later. We can wait together, and once it’s done, I’ll go buy a tricycle—Are you in a hurry?”

Zu Jun’s eyes curved into a smile, “I was waiting for you to say that; otherwise, I’d have to squeeze onto the village shuttle bus and take a long detour to get back to the village.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not in a hurry today.”

Just like Zu Jun said, everything went smoothly. After several trips up and down in the administrative center, all the procedures were completed.

As for buying the vehicle… with the money in place, it turned out to be a very swift affair as well.

When the pickup truck bustled back into the village, Song Tan had just rolled off two vehicles when she saw the three people who had been planting rice paddies coming back from the fields covered in muddy water.

“Come on, sit down quickly!”

Song Tan hurriedly directed Qiaoqiao to dig out three plastic buckets from the house, previously used for odds and ends.

These buckets were somewhat old, with their big red bodies still marked by various scratches and stains.

She found a few plastic bags, slipped them over, and Qiaoqiao, holding the bucket, poured in the steaming ginger water.

The three people sat down on stools and plunged their freshly washed legs into the water.

In the warm afternoon sun, the comforting warmth made everyone shiver:

“Oh, this is really nice and warm,”

Old Lee was overjoyed and couldn’t help but put on a tough front, “However, we’ve done all sorts of work, now soaking in ginger water, we’re becoming more fastidious as we get older.”

Seventh Uncle, who was in charge of making the ginger water, looked down on him for his tough-guy act while indulging in self-care and chuckled:

“Yeah, who told you to get old, huh? When I was young, I could cook for hundreds at a big feast. Now at most, I manage a few dozen, as the body just can’t keep up!”

Why do people talk like this?!

Old Lee huffed, ignoring Seventh Uncle and turned to Song Tan instead, “Tantan, tell your family’s chef tonight I want to eat stir-fried pork with garlic sprouts.”

Actually, Seventh Uncle was just two meters away from him, much closer than Song Tan.

Song Tan held back a laugh.

“Sure,” she quickly took out a long strip of pork belly from the back of the truck:

“Seventh Uncle, the meat you wanted has been bought.”

Seventh Uncle also snorted, took out the green onions and ginger seasonings, then started to cook the meat, slowly beginning to boil it.