Song Wen was eating the braised noodles rustlingly, not feeling overwhelmed at all, even though he had just eaten.

While eating, a middle-aged man walked into the outside. He looked up and saw that it was Song Qingshui, a neighbor next to Song Hu, and said hello.

"Ashui, eat braised noodles."

"I just had enough food, so how could I eat?" Song Qingshui waved his hand.

He and Song Hu were neighbors earlier, and they were so familiar with each other. When they were fine, he liked to come and find Song Hu to make tea and talk about it. Now, just after he had enough food, he came over again.

"dad..."

Before Song Qingshui could sit on the butt, he heard someone screaming outside. When he turned around, he saw that it was his youngest son and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Mom told you to move the table."

"knew."

In southern Fujian, bamboo leaves must be used as brooms to clean the house inside and outside before New Year's Eve to drive away all bad and bad weather, which is called "Qintun" (spoken language).

Her wife was obviously busy in the house. Seeing him free and easy here, she probably didn't want to call her son to call him. To put it in a tough word from a woman in Nanzhou, "You are a grandmother who is a cow for you to drag you when she is a horse for you to ride when she is a horse, and you have no conscience." It means: I work as tired as a cow during the day, and I serve you as a horse at night, and you have no conscience to care about you.

Song Qingshui sent her youngest son back, drank the tea that Song Hu made, and sighed, "This broken house is cleaned every year and dirty every year. If it weren't for the lack of money, she would have found a place to build another house, so she would not have to live here. If she didn't soak it anymore, go and help. Otherwise, the woman would come and shout again." After that, she walked out.

Song Wen's eyes flashed after hearing his words.

After Song Qingshui left, he came to Song Hu with his braised noodles and asked in a sneaky voice: "Do you think Ah Shui's house will be sold?"

"You want to buy it?" Song Hu asked.

"What did I buy it? You want to buy it."

"You are stupid, why should I buy that dilapidated house?" Song Hu said with his eyes wide open.

"What are you doing? Look at your current braised noodle shop, which is half dead. You bought his house, opened two rooms or rebuilt them, converted into a restaurant, and operated the food with flavors here. There must be someone eating them. Are there anyone here who collects mountain goods? You can also collect them. You can sell them in the mountain goods you receive, or use them as ingredients in the store, and make mountain dishes that others don't have. Now more and more people are coming to our country to travel. If the dishes are made, are you still afraid that there will be no business to come?"

"Can it work?" Song Hu said suspiciously.

"It's OK. If you are afraid, if we invest together, it will be a loss for two people, and it will be a profit for two people. How about it? At worst, the hotel will go bankrupt and rent the store to someone else. Isn't there still a few thousand yuan a month to rent it?"

Song Hu thought about it, felt it was reasonable, and asked again: "Do you have money?"

"I have about 100,000 yuan here. If it is not enough, I will ask my old man for a little. If you raise one, you can also take out 150,000 yuan. You can almost get the restaurant in 300,000 yuan."

When Song Hu heard this, he was moved, but he still had to discuss money with his old man. So he told Song Wen that he would go back and ask the old man for his opinion. Otherwise, he wouldn't have that much money in his pocket.

Song Wen also knew that his money bag was still in his second uncle's hands, so he was not in a hurry. He was worried when he saw that he always opened a half-dead braised noodle shop. Looking at the small stir-fry shops in the village, they could support the family, and even if they only do holiday business all year round, they would have to make money. Then look at Song Hu's broken braised noodle dishes, and he had never read the money he made after all.

After eating braised noodles, Song Wen returned to the mountain.

After his elder brother came back, he had lunch at his elder brother's house.

When he returned to the yard, he hurriedly fed a bunch of big and small people at home and Ruyi's fan. After he had enough, he could not starve these guys.

The pheasant, wild duck swans in Ruyi Fan hatched after laying eggs. It seemed that they were going to hatch small pheasant, duck swans. It seemed that they were going to hatch again in the space.

Perhaps because the Ruyi Fan is warmer and is watered by spring water, the things in the space seem to grow faster than outside. For example, sweet potatoes usually only take about three months to harvest outside, but they can be harvested in Ruyi Fan for one month, and the same is true for green rice. Song Wen has already harvested it once. However, there is not much rice harvested, only about half a bag, and he didn't eat it, so he planted it directly.

However, this time there are many rice seeds, so he did not sprinkle them directly in the field like last time. Instead, he first breeds and then plants the rice seedlings. Now the paddy fields are green and very gratifying.

After the space expanded, he expanded the paddy fields beside the pool a little larger, about one acre. If this acre of rice can grow well, the rice harvested will be enough for him to eat for a year.

In addition to paddy fields, he also opened some fields to grow mung beans, peanuts, sesame, and corn. The land where flowers were dug from the mountain has also expanded, and now it is more than half an acre. These flowers are constantly blooming, which is enough for pink ants to use for honey. He also expanded the Qingming vegetable field next to the sweet potato field, and also planted some cabbage and cabbage, mainly to feed the pheasant, wild duck, swan and white jade snail in the space, so as to avoid always getting things in from outside to feed.

The weather has been getting warmer recently. Song Wen originally wanted to get the white jade snail out to raise it. The pool of white jade snails in the yard has also been covered, but he was afraid that the weather would get colder and it would not move for the time being.

What surprised him was that after the golden bamboo seeds came in, bamboo shoots began to grow soon, but he didn't dig them, and wanted to wait until the clusters of golden bamboos by the pool were more reproduced before digging.

After feeding the large and small parts of the Ruyi fan, Song Wen took out some sweet potatoes from the Ruyi fan to peel and file the silk.

Fritten the sweet potatoes and dried them. In summer, cooked mung beans, soaked soft longan, and cut into pineapples and added ice flowers to eat. It is very cool and delicious. It has always been a holy product for cooling off in Nanzhou.

After rinsing the sweet potato shreds, it was almost dark.

Song Wen went to the backyard, picked some dishes, picked some bacon and sausages, and rode a motorcycle to the bottom of the mountain. It was time for dinner again, and he didn't go back to eat, so his mother called again to urge him.

When he returned to Songjiabao, his mother had already prepared the food. Song Wen put the dishes and bacon into the kitchen and started eating.

After dinner, I was scrambling with my nephew to watch TV with the remote control, but I saw that Song Hu and his family were all here. Not only his family, but also his parents, needless to say, it must have been for the opening of a store.

His parents had no reason to agree to him casually for such a big thing. Moreover, this guy's character is untrustworthy. Calculate what he did, it can be said that "it's a poor shop and can't eat enough to drive." Who knew that if he asked him to invest money in it, would there be a shadow in the end? So Song Yuanshan came over to learn about it. Compared with Song Hu's character, he felt that Song Wen was more reliable.

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