After punching, Song Wen had to go back to the house to cook.

Suddenly I remembered that the space has become larger, what about the bronze mirror? I wonder if there has been any changes.

Thinking of it, he took out the bronze mirror and looked at the ground, one meter, two meter, three meter... until it stopped deeper into the ground with fifteen meters. Then, he took the bronze mirror and looked at the distance. He could clearly see the place fifty meters away without any obstacles, just like a silent TV playing.

Many things can be seen more than ten meters underground, and Song Wen was thinking about how to carry forward the bronze mirror in his hand.

Of course, you can't go to the cemetery to take pictures. If someone finds out and thinks it's a grave, he must be beaten to death. But you can go to the wilderness and look at it. Maybe there is something hidden underground. If you can find another treasure like a stone bed, then he will send it.

After thinking about it, Song Wen quickly put away the bronze mirror and went home to cook. After dinner, he hurriedly took the bronze mirror and looked around.

Unfortunately, ideals are beautiful, reality is cruel, and Tiangong Bo is always expounding this truth.

With the dream of finding treasures, Song Wen held a bronze mirror and looked around in the wilderness mountains and rivers. For this reason, he carried a large backpack to eat. Because he would be hungry and dizzy every time he used up the bronze mirror, he would sleep for a while after he had enough food. After he recovered, he continued to use the bronze mirror to find the treasure.

I thought I could find a lot of treasures, but I didn't expect that after spending a few days, I only found a copper coin in the mountains. Moreover, the copper coin was not found with a bronze mirror, but was picked up by a digging of the ownerless grave in the mountains. It was not a valuable item, but a large number of Kangxi Tongbao could be bought for one dollar on the side of the road.

Lengliangka was ready, Song Wen scolded him fiercely, but he never did this stupid thing again, and went home to do whatever he wanted.

He didn't think about it. This forest used to be a wilderness, and it was not until Songjiabao moved here that it gradually became popular. Without cultural heritage and cultural heritage, birds were unwilling to pull a shit to soak in some places? Moreover, he was looking for some wilderness, and it would be nice to find a copper coin, and what else he wanted to find.

Unexpectedly, after working hard for a week, only finding a copper coin, Song Wen was so angry that he cursed.

Sitting in the lobby of the home, holding the copper coin, he became more and more angry as he thought about it, and he wanted to throw it away. But when he thought about it, he wanted to put it on the table where the gods were worshipped in the hall, but he remembered that it was a dead thing, and it was unlucky, so he picked it up and threw it out.

After resting at home for a while, feeling that there was nothing to do, he came to the backyard to weed.

The green vegetables in the backyard are neat and green, which is very pleasant.

In the ditch, the loach he had put down was swimming in the water, and some river clams were breathing freely. There were clusters of golden bamboos by the ditch, swaying with the wind on their golden branches.

The vine tree dug from the village in the corner of the wall has begun to grow vines. Five new vines grow along the five-layer grape trellis built by Song Wen. They are clearly layered and look quite interesting.

In addition to laying grass, Song Wen picked some dutch beans, pulled some garlic sprouts into the cooking. At noon, he stir-fried the red sausages of the Dutch beans and the meat slices of garlic sprouts. After dinner, he rode his motorcycle to the bottom of the mountain.

The Luo Geng he customized a few days ago was here, but he was busy hunting for treasures and had no time to get it. Today, he was free and just over, so he went there to ask his father if he knew if anyone could build a bamboo pavilion. The old man was familiar with these things after all.

After leaving the bamboo forest, the motorcycle still needs to drive a river bank for a while before reaching Songjiabao.

The motorcycle was moving forward, and Song Wen saw someone fishing on the stream, and the ground reclaimed by the stream was already full of wild bamboo shoots.

The stream was originally a mudflat, but it was often flooded during the rainy season, so it was always deserted. Later, someone came out to plant wild bamboo shoots.

While it was driving, Song Wen saw his second uncle planting wild bamboo shoots in the paddy fields he had made at home, so he stopped to say hello.

"Uncle II, plant water chestnuts! Where is Ah Hu?"

"At home, you're going out!"

When Song Yuanshan heard someone calling, he turned around and saw that it was Song Wen, and said with a smile.

"Yes, I'm going to go to the town." Song Wen nodded.

"Then go quickly and be careful."

"knew."

After saying that, Song Wen continued to drive the motorcycle to the town.

Song Hu's family also planted more than a dozen acres of water chestnuts on this mudflat on the shore. Growing water chestnuts is relatively simple, and in addition to fertilizing, there is basically no insect bite. Moreover, there is another advantage in growing water chestnuts. When water chestnuts are produced, the water chestnuts can be fed to pigs. Pigs are rough livestock and eat everything. As long as the water chestnuts are crushed and mixed into the feed, the pigs can eat fragrantly, which can increase nutrition and save some feed, killing two birds with one stone. In addition, his family has grown a lot of sweet potatoes and pumpkins to feed pigs, so even when the pig prices are low, his domestic pigs still make a profit.

There is no post office in Songjiabao, and the express delivery does not deliver the parcel to the village, so Song Wen had to go to the town to get it. After getting the parcel back, he came to his home in Songjiabao New Village.

His father did not go to the ancestral hall to join in the fun today, but instead watered it in the backyard.

The back of the Xincun home cannot be compared with Song Wen's backyard, and it is only a little bit more floor.

When she arrived at the backyard, Song Wen saw his father carrying water, so she walked over.

"Dad, I'll do it."

"No." Song Yuanshui waved his hand, carried the water, and walked into the ground.

In the vegetable field, rows of green vegetables are served watery, and some newly grown celery and winter nests look even more green and tender.

Song Wen looked around and asked, "Dad, do you know if anyone here can build a bamboo pavilion?"

"What bamboo pavilion?" Song Yuanshui turned his head and asked.

"It's just a pavilion made of bamboo."

"I don't know, but there is an old uncle in Mingde who is building a bamboo house (house) for someone. You can ask."

After hearing this, Song Wen walked towards Asi Clinic.

When he came to Asi Clinic, Song Wen told Song Mingde about his purpose, but he scolded him hard, saying that he could only use the bamboo pavilion for two or three years. It was a waste of money to build it. If he wanted to build it, he would build a stone pavilion and said that he knew someone and could help him contact him.

Song Wen thought about it and felt it was reasonable. The pavilion built with bamboo was there all day long and was stormy and sometimes it was bitten by insects. It was broken for two or three years, which was really not cost-effective. After thinking about it, he nodded.

Song Mingde was also very efficient. He immediately called and saw a middle-aged man driving a small car in less than half an hour, which made Song Wen stunned. I wonder if this man was only doing his business, but he was so fast.

But I don’t know that the Spring Festival is approaching, and the construction site has almost stopped work. And when they do business like this, sometimes they can get busy from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. If they are not lucky, they may have nothing to do for a month.

The man had already learned through Song Mingde that Song Wen wanted to build a pavilion, so he brought a lot of pictures to ask Song Wen to choose which pavilion he liked. The price was marked on it, but he said that it could be cheaper for Song Mingde's sake.

Song Wen picked up the picture album he brought and looked at it. He found that the stone pavilions inside were expensive and cheap, European and Jiangnan styles, modern and ancient, luxurious and simple.

He looked carefully and chose a quaint five-corner pavilion made of local white stone. There were chairs beside the pavilion, and there were stone sculptures carved with fairies on the center of the pavilion. The stones on the ground were arranged in the gossip, which looked very beautiful. Moreover, the stone pavilion in the picture looked rough and had no water grinding. It had a simple and heavy vicissitudes, which was very eyeing to him.

The boss looked at it and took Song Wen's friendship price of 30,000 yuan and also put the foundation in it. It was probably because Song Mingde's part was a bit of a loss and earning a lot of money. Otherwise, based on the current market, a stone pillar costs 400 yuan, five can be counted as two thousand yuan (not engraving, transportation), not including the wages, and other wages. Speaking of which, this person is really a kind and righteous brother.

After finalizing the stone pavilion, Song Wen thought for a while, wrote a couplet and the name of the pavilion, and asked him to carve it. After the boss looked at it, he decided to lay the foundation for him tomorrow, and then install the stone pavilion after the foundation was solid.

Song Wen nodded and agreed.

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