Rebirth: Inheriting Millions In The Eighties-Chapter 44 - Draw Lots_1

Chapter 44: Chapter 44 Draw Lots_1

Chapter 44 -44 Draw Lots_1

Xia Ningxing lifted her eyes at this moment, her gaze passing over the enthusiastically speech-giving village chief, and landed on the land division map behind him.

A few of those acres would soon have a wide river flowing through them; in other words, this land was going to be appropriated by the authorities to build a river channel.

Appropriated, but not for nothing—they would compensate two thousand yuan for each acre!

Two thousand yuan might not be much in later times, but in that era, it was enough for most people to earn in four or five years without eating or drinking, whereas planting rice and other common crops would barely earn this amount in over ten years.

If their family’s five acres… that would be ten thousand yuan!

Although by the late ’80s, the notion of a ten-thousand-yuan household wasn’t too valuable, in remote rural areas, it still symbolized a wealthy landlord!

Enough to buy a one-hundred-square-meter house in the city center of their tiny eighteenth-tier city!

If they were to build themselves, they could construct two large edifices!

This opportunity had to be seized!

Xia Ningxing couldn’t help but blink her eyes, which revealed a trace of shrewdness, and then she concealed it again, pretending as if everything was normal, her eyes regaining the innocent simplicity of a child.

Finally, when everyone was almost falling asleep, the village chief concluded his lengthy speech, leading up to the day’s highlight, “…Now, let us decide the order in which each household will select their farmland by drawing lots!”

As these words were uttered, other village officials brought over a box.

There was a hole at the top of the box through which one could reach in to draw.

At last, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived, and they instantly became spirited, rubbing their hands and eager to try their luck, hoping to draw a number that would allow them to pick the most fertile land first.

“Now, everyone line up by age. Go one by one, no rushing, and those who don’t line up will be disqualified,” the village chief said as he frowned and yelled when he saw the villagers swarming forward, nearly knocking over the lot-drawing box.

Now that the village chief had spoken, everyone began to line up more conscientiously.

“Mom, who should our family send to draw lots?” asked the eldest brother at this moment.

One person drawing lots on behalf of a family was enough.

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Mrs. Xia didn’t hesitate to push Xia Ningxing to the front, “Of course, it’s Bao’er!”

“Me?” Xia Ningxing pointed at herself, then couldn’t help but shake her head, “I don’t think I can…”

She didn’t believe she had any good luck.

After all, she had managed to end up as an unnamed extra who didn’t even appear in the main text when she transmigrated into a book!

In the present situation, she truly dared not take on such a big responsibility!

“Bao’er, don’t be modest. If you can’t draw the lots, then who in our family is fit to? Besides, I believe Bao’er is the luckiest baby!” Mrs. Xia, a mother with a “daughter complex” aura, always saw Xia Ningxing as utterly perfect, without a single flaw.

Thus, Xia Ningxing had no choice but to steel herself, “Then, I’m going.”

The lot drawing was also organized by age; for such an important matter, parents simply wouldn’t let their children participate, so now Xia Ningxing was the first to go up and draw.

“Why is Xia Jianren’s family letting a child draw?”

“Who knows!”

“What good spot could a child draw? This is ridiculous.”

Seeing this, everyone began to whisper among themselves, shaking their heads, already certain that their family wouldn’t draw anything good.

Xia Ningxing couldn’t be bothered with these people; she held her breath at this moment and extended her fair and delicate hand into the box.

As she reached in, Mrs. Xia and her five older brothers immediately fixed their gazes on her, filled with hope.

Even though Mrs. Xia and the others wouldn’t blame her if Xia Ningxing didn’t draw a good number, she still felt an immense pressure.

Yet she didn’t have x-ray vision to see which slip of paper had the preferential numbers; in the end, she could only casually grab one.

“What number is it?” Mrs. Xia and her brothers rushed forward to see.