Even so, the burden on his shoulders was heavy; the money was pooled together by more than a dozen people and had drained all their household savings, just to carve out a path to wealth for the members of the commune. He knew that merely growing wheat and millet could barely solve the problem of food and clothing.
"Well then, let's settle on that," Vice Director Qian rubbed his hands together, somewhat embarrassed, and said, "Qingyu, I didn't expect things to move this fast, but we haven't gathered all the money for the seeds, we'll need to wait a couple of days..."
He then remembered the new term he had heard at the meeting: "We can pay a portion as a deposit first."
Qiao Qingyu's mind whirred with thoughts.
The wasteland near the family quarters was roughly one thousand acres, which she intended to contract by any means necessary. But once contracted, she would need a lot of manpower.
She was short on manpower; Vice Director Qian was short on money.