Although Song Wen really wanted to buy Song Mingfu's house, he was too short of money and had to say helplessly: "I want to buy it too, but I just bought A Shui's house, so how can I still have the money to buy you?"

"Your family is still afraid of having no money?"

Song Mingfu stared straight, not to mention his brother's net worth tens of millions, but to say that his bamboo forest can earn more than 50,000 yuan a year, not including selling bamboo. If he said he had no money, who in the village would have money?

Song Mingfu was right, but in Song Wen's mind, his money belongs to him, and his elder brother's money belongs to him, so he can't be confused. Even if he takes it now, he will pay it back. This is his principle of being a human being.

After hearing what he said, Song Wen didn't respond, just brewing tea.

Song Mingfu thought for a while and said, "It doesn't matter if you don't have money. It's not too late to let you owe it first. It's not too late to pay it back when you have money. That's it. After the Chinese New Year, I'll let my wife move away. That's not the dilapidated place for her to stay."

After saying that, Song Mingfu Tea left without drinking it. It was like the wind.

He was not worried that Song Wen would not give him money. He was a loyal person. He would take the money back to him in the middle of the night if he owed him a few cents, let alone 150,000 yuan.

Song Wen smiled bitterly. There are so many strange things these days, and there are people who are in a hurry to sell their houses. It's so strange.

In the end, his mother gave him the answer. It turned out that Song Mingfu's wife sold things in the old house and did not care about anything except selling them. She didn't care about the purchase, the children at home, and whether they had cooked or not. She was all alone, which made him so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she was so angry that she said she wanted to see the store, sell things, and cleaned her. In fact, she was holding the things and crossing her legs while watching TV. She was so free, otherwise she wouldn't be as fat as a pig.

This time, when he heard that Song Wen bought the old house of Song Qingshui, he also wanted to sell the house so that he could not be so worried about the grocery store. His family also had a three-story building behind him. He was a dealer and did some farm work. If he had money at home, he naturally looked down on the scattered money that the grocery store sold.

After thinking about it, Song Wen finally bought Song Mingfu's old house. However, he had no money, so he had to bite the bullet and borrow a little from his elder brother.

The opening of the store was basically decided, but the reconstruction of the house will not be broken until after the Spring Festival. His father and his second uncle even found someone to check out the days. However, Song Wen thought, should someone find someone to design the hotel interior? After all, he opened a rural restaurant, so he couldn't just sell it with a table like the small stir-fry shop in the village? But he didn't know people in this area, and he didn't know if he was going to go to the city to find someone to design it.

Huang Xiaojun heard from somewhere that he and Song Hu were going to open a store, so she called to inquire. After learning that Song Wen was looking for a design restaurant, she told him that she knew a designer and had undertaken many designs of such old houses. She could help him ask.

After listening to this, a big rock in Song Wen's heart fell.

Since the two of them kissed each other by the lake, they often called to say something that was tasteless, nutritious, boring and numb.

Sometimes after making the phone call, I would stay in bed and send text messages excitedly.

The puppy and kitten looked very strange. Why did the owner always hold a glowing thing in the quilt recently?

The puppy curiously turned the dog's head over, trying to see what the owner was doing, but Song Wen pushed it away.

Song Wen glanced at it and thought to himself, you guy, why are you so intimate?

The kitten was also very curious when he saw it, so he cated and walked forward in the quilt, climbed onto Song Wen's head, and looked at the glowing thing in Song Wen's hand curiously.

Song Wenzheng sent a message, and had no time to pay attention to it, so the kitten was just lying on his head...

If the kitten can understand the words above, you will find that Song Wen wrote the three words "I love you" and then sent it.

After a while, Huang Xiaojun responded to "boring" in a text message.

Song Wen continued to work hard and wrote "I love you" and sent it over, and Huang Xiaojun replied "slanderous".

He sent another message, "I love you very much."

Reply: "It's very stingy."

"I love you very much."

“Very stingy.”

"I love you very, very much."

“Very very, very stingy.”

......

It was not until he posted the words "I'm very, very... I love you." that he had written many words, and Song Wen turned off his phone with satisfaction, his heart filled with a sense of happiness that he had never felt before, and he felt that his heart was blooming. He pulled down the kitten that was sleeping on his head, kneaded it excitedly, and then went to bed. However, his actions made the kitten very upset and almost grabbed it with his claws.

The weather was getting warmer a few days ago, and Song Wen wanted to take out the white jade snail and put it in a square cement pond covered with bricks in the backyard, but later he was afraid that the weather would not be taken out. Now it seems that he has to take it out, otherwise he would have to use the white jade snail to cook when opening a shop in the future, but he would be unable to tell where it came from.

So the next morning, Song Wen took out the white jade snail from the Ruyi fan and kept it in the covered cement pond.

The cement pool is about two square meters, more than half of its body is covered with soft soil and a shed is built on it to protect against rain and sun.

White jade snails are also called brown cloud agate snails. The meat is fat and tender, rich in nutrients, high in protein, low in fat, and tends to zero cholesterol, and contain more than 20 amino acids. They are native to eastern Africa. Later, they were bred from the mutated wild brown cloud agate snails by scientific research departments. They are the only ones in China, so they are also called "Chinese white jade snails". White jade snails like to live in dark, humid, loose and humid environments. Hermaphrodites and heterogeneous mating. As long as the temperature and humidity are suitable, they can reproduce all year round, which is very suitable for the weather in the south.

The white jade snail is easy to raise, so you can just feed it with some vegetables and leaves, but you don’t eat onions, leeks, and garlic with a irritating taste, and don’t eat grass.

Song Wen only took out a white jade snail with a size of three fingers from the Ruyi fan and raised it, and put the others in the Ruyi fan. This can also be said to be bought from the Internet, and when it is too big, it cannot explain where it comes from.

After settling down the white jade snail, he covered the plastic mesh lid on the pond so that the white jade snail would not climb up, and then went downstairs.

As the Spring Festival approaches, students on holidays, those who go out to work and those who do business are all rushing back.

Some little kids bought a bunch of cannons from the shop and placed them everywhere, making the quiet mountains lively.

Song Wen looked at it and laughed. He had done this a lot before.

Since I decided to open a store, everything in the store must be planned in detail. I have to discuss and write down everything I want to buy, so I can buy it later. Fortunately, when Song Wen went out, he used to cook lots in the hotel kitchen. He knew all the supplies in the kitchen and the things that the hotel needed, otherwise the two of them would probably have to ask others for advice.

Because the restaurant planned to cook rural-style home-cooked dishes, the two discussed it and did not invite a chef from the hotel, so they found a few local chefs who could cook. Song Wen remembered that some elderly people in the village had good cooking skills. In the past, these elderly people were often invited to cook during weddings and funerals. They were very delicious, but he still remembered it. But he didn't know if these elderly people would be willing to condescend to their small shop. If they could come, that would be great.

However, the two young men are obviously not qualified to invite these masters, so they have to ask them to invite them.

Song Wen was working hard for this store, and Song Hu was not idle either. He had secretly contacted some families who specialize in picking mountain delicacies and wild game, and asked them to keep some of the things for themselves. The price was a little higher than that on the market, and it was considered to prepare stocks for the stores to be opened in the future.

There are so many things that have not been opened yet. Fortunately, they have helped me, otherwise there would be some things they really don’t know what to do.

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