The overall travel plan, Song Shan has only seen it once, but he has it in his heart.

After looking at the suspension bridge, he and Wei Mingyang took a boat in person, crossed the Yanshui River, and went to Ping'an Village, Ping'an Village as always, but compared to before, it seems to be a little more angry, even if the spirit of the villagers seems to be much better.

There is also a project in Ping'an Village, relatively speaking, but relatively speaking, there is no big action on the Fengsheng side, just the maintenance of ancient buildings, which is a technical work, Fengsheng Agriculture personally contacted a construction company with an extraordinary scale in Xijing to be responsible for this project.

If you want to restore these valuable ancient buildings, you can't destroy the original appearance, which is not something that ordinary construction companies can afford, and you can only ask the highest standard construction company to have professional technicians responsible for following up, so you can rest assured.

"This piece of ancient buildings, the people of the construction company came to audit before, the preservation is not bad, mainly only to strengthen the floor, and some dangerous walls are to be demolished and rebuilt, as long as this style is maintained, the impact is not very large, but the construction of this ancient building, the materials and technology required are relatively high, and the cost is also high!"

"In addition, these alleys, I don't plan to rebuild, I want to maintain an original appearance, I have consulted some information, this kind of small stone road that we can't look at in the countryside is more valuable for tourism!"

"At the same time, the village committee has also invited some experts and professors in history through the channels of Western University to establish some historical heritage for our safe village!"

"Ping'an Village has some historical heritage, but we really need these history professors to help, after all, we have to write, there are many mistakes and omissions, and it can't last long!"

Wei Mingyang introduced very carefully that whether Ping'an Village can rely on this opportunity to get rid of poverty depends on the importance of the young man in front of him.

"Good!"

Song Shan is very satisfied, Wei Mingyang's work is done very carefully, a little better than he expected, this project is handed over to him, it is relieved: "These jobs are done well, and the handling of details is indeed very good!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the direction along the village road, outward, and said: "But there is one point, why this road has not yet been built, if you want to get rich, build the road first, the tourist attractions inside you are doing better, and it is useless to come in without a road!"

"It's already been mentioned!"

Wei Mingyang said: "But the county government still has to consider, this road, not only the part of repairing my Ping'an Village, but also directly to the new county road, passing through many villages, is not just a matter of Ping'an Village, even if we take the lead, the above will have to pay some money, they are still studying the appropriation!"

"Don't wait for them!"

Song Shan can be regarded as wealthy now, and said: "We are rich, and now there is really no shortage of this money, you go to contact the construction team in person, start work immediately, complete it as soon as possible, everything must be fast!"

"Then we will pay a lot more money, and the county government may be cheating, and it will not allocate funds for this road!" Wei Mingyang is not a child, but he has a hard life, even if he has money, he will think about saving money.

"Let them go, they give, we receive, they don't give, we don't want it, the matter of building roads is a matter of accumulating blessings, don't worry about these, at present, we are abundant, and the flow of funds is still enough!"

Song Shan now has at least 160 million or more funds in his hands, and on the side of Jiangshan Grain and Oil, he can also give back a part, of course, unless he is in a hurry, Song Jiang will not allocate money to him from Jiangshan Grain and Oil.

But this part of the cash flow is also enough for his Fengsheng agriculture to spend this year.

In addition, at the World Horticultural Expo, some contracts were signed, and the investor would pay first, and in a maximum of one month, Fengsheng could receive more than 100 million yuan.

"Okay!"

Wei Mingyang looked at this atmospheric young man, he was also happy, with the support of such a person, Ping'an Village may be able to take that crucial step, sometimes many things are dragged on, there is no more, this work efficiency, he likes it very much.

"Let's go to the back mountain!"

Song Mountain look at the surrounding mountains, this scenery is more beautiful than Fengsheng Village, the atmosphere of Fengsheng Village is tranquil, it is a paradise, but the ornamental is not very strong, on the contrary, the scenery of Ping'an Village is more ornamental.

The so-called ornamentality is strange and dangerous.

The more strange and dangerous the peak, the more it has the desire to be watched

"What kind of mountain is this?" Song Shan looked at the mountain in front of him, the shape was rather peculiar, as if a person was erecting it, and then striding forward, a very ornamental peak, asked.

"This is the main peak of our Ping'an Village, Ping'an Mountain!"

Wei Mingyang said: "The altitude is not very high, about three hundred meters, but there are some wonders on the mountain road, mountain streams and flowing water, there is quite a scene in summer, there is an ancient Taoist temple on the mountain, called the concept of peace, but it has been some years, but it has been in disrepair for many years, and there are no Taoists!"

"Go up and have a look!"

"Good!"

Wei Mingyang called a few hunters from Ping'an Village, strong men who run the mountain all the year round, and followed them to open the road to the mountain, and the physical consumption of going up the mountain was very large, but for Song Shan, it had no effect.

On the top of the mountain, there is indeed a Taoist temple, but it is very dilapidated, and even the roof is worn, but it is this kind of building that reflects the historical value even more.

"I'm afraid this is old history?" Song Shan narrowed.

"Anyway, before the establishment of our Ping'an Village, it has already appeared, and I can't say what dynasty it can be traced back to, after all, I don't have any research on this aspect.

"There is such a Taoist temple, but it makes this mountain even more different!"

Song Shan laughed.

"What does Village Chief Song mean?"

"The mountains are not high, there are immortals!"

Song Shan smiled: "This mountain, to do a big development, especially the Taoist temple on the mountain, you have to make up your mind!"

"What does Village Chief Song mean?"

"Everything, need to be packaged, including tourism projects, but also need a certain amount of packaging, in order to make people pleasing to the eye, the so-called tourism, is to make people relax!" Song Shan said in a deep voice: "What we want to do is that every traveler who comes here can feel the beauty and happiness!"

"Understood!"

Wei Mingyang gritted his teeth and understood what Mu Jing meant.

Man-made landscapes sometimes make many people look blind, but in fact, whether it is man-made or natural, it is enough to make up for everything.

"In addition, you have to make the mountain road a little better, you would rather spend a little more money, the mountain road steps are smoother, you would rather do more things, first of all, you must ensure one point, that is, safety!" Song Shan instructed.

"Yes!"

Wei Mingyang also understands the importance of this aspect, so he has been emphasizing.

The two walked around again.

"What is over there?" Song Shan pointed to a mountain diagonally opposite, to the northwest, which was the highest mountain in the radius.

"Devil's Cry Mountain!"

Wei Mingyang said: "The mountain stream is more dangerous, it is easy to fall down, sometimes the mountain wind blows, and it can make some sounds, so it is called Ghost Crying Mountain, I heard that when there was a war in the past, there was an army based over there, but I don't recommend developing that side, the danger is too great, and the test for travelers is too great!"

"Ever heard of the cable car?"

Song Shan asked suddenly.

"Cable car?"

"You look down from here, the altitude of the Devil's Cry Mountain is at least a few hundred meters higher than ours, between the ups and downs, if we go directly to a cable car from here, from the side of the Devil's Cry Mountain, see the scenery from the heights, isn't it better!"

Song Shan had a whim.

"You can give it a try, but ......" Wei Mingyang smiled bitterly: "That investment is not a small amount, this is not very popular in China now, the main reason is that the security is not guaranteed, it is not very popular, but the investment is very large!"

"The first one to eat crabs is the hero!"

Song Shan Road.

"The first one to eat crabs may also be gnawed to death!" Wei Mingyang whispered.

"Then do you dare?" asked Song Shan.

"This ......"

There was a trace of struggle in Wei Mingyang's eyes, but in the end, he still turned his heart sideways, and said: "If the village chief dares to support, I will dare to do it!"

"Then do it!"

Song Shan said: "I either don't do it, I want to do it, do my best!"

..................

I walked down from Ping'an Mountain, and it was already dark.

"Little Song Village Chief, stay in our Ping'an Village and have a meal!" The original old secretary of Ping'an Village brought a few people to intercept Song Shan, pulling and pulling Song Shan to stay for dinner.

There was no way to push it, so Song Shan accepted it.

"It's so rich!" In a hanging building, under the light, there was a large table of dishes, and there were at least fifteen or sixteen dishes, and each one was different.

Next to the dining table, there are only five or six people, all of whom can speak in Ping'an Village, although the village committee of Ping'an Village has withdrawn, but the affairs of Ping'an Village are still these people, and they can be reconciled.

"Haha, it's just a small banquet, just let them cook some home-cooked dishes that our village compares!" said the old branch secretary with a smile.

"Not bad!"

Song Shan looked at the dishes on this table, there are northwest flavors, and there are some more unique, different from ordinary northwest dishes, which should be some dishes that Qiang people are better at making: "Ping'an Village is still distinctive, and your food here will also develop with the rise of tourism!"

"Will anyone like these home-cooked dishes with ordinary knowledge?"

Rural people are simple, and they always feel that some ordinary farm dishes are not eaten.

"Ordinary home-cooked food, in your eyes, is very ordinary and cheap, but in the eyes of others, it is very peculiar, and you may not realize it now, this is a rich fortune!"

Song Shan said in a deep tone: "If you believe me, from now on, you will start to sort out the most characteristic dishes of Ping'an Village, and then prepare to build a restaurant in the village.

"If you build a restaurant here, will anyone really come to eat?"

The old branch secretary didn't believe it very much.

"When there are too many people, do you want to eat?"

"Of course!"

"Since you want to eat, isn't there a restaurant, the farmhouse is just one, once there are more tourists, it may not be tolerated, and the food of Ping'an Village has the advantage of Ping'an Village, why don't you dare to do it!"

"We believe in you!"

The old branch secretary gritted his teeth and said, "We will discuss what to do, and let Heizi make a plan when the time comes, but your village committee must support it!"

"For the sake of the village, I will definitely support it!"

Song Shan said with a laugh.

"Village Chief Xiao Song, I'll pour you wine!"

A villager poured wine for Song Shan, and this wine was the wine of the old jar.

"What kind of wine is this?" Song Shan sniffed it, the smell of wine was not very strong, but there was an aromatic smell, like a flower.

"This is a hundred flowers wine!"

The old branch secretary said: "Some Qiang people in our village go into the mountains to pick some petals, and then soak them in the wine, and they still need to be buried in the ground and buried for some years before they can drink it.

"Nice wine!"

Song Shan took a sip, this taste is very good, and it is definitely a treasure for people who don't like spicy wine very much.

He found that this Ping'an village was excavated, and there were treasures everywhere.

It is the right place to develop this place as a tourist project.

This meal was eaten, and it was eaten until more than nine o'clock in the evening, the guest and host Yihuan, Song Shan's attitude, the old branch secretary they were also relatively down-to-earth, and they were incorporated into the abundance, to say that there was no complaint in Ping'an Village, it was impossible, not only complaints, but many of them were also afraid that they were raised by their mothers, and the signboard of Ping'an Village had not been able to get rich support and continue to be poor.

Song Shan drank a lot of Baihua wine, and the amount of wine was not very good, he was a little dizzy, thinking that he would have to take a boat back to have a good meal, and his brain hurt.

Wei Mingyang helped Song Shan to take the boat.

The boat was blown by the wind on the river, and Song Shan was a lot more sober, but as soon as he sobered up, the sense of fear came up directly.

Vomit!

Suddenly I started throwing up.

When I returned to the rich shore, I had already vomited up this night's meal, which was considered a wasted meal.

"Little Song Village Chief, your symptoms are too serious!" Wei Mingyang helped Song Shan and walked on the shore with difficulty, at this time Fengsheng was still very lively, the lights were bright, and the whole village was shrouded in lights.

"It's sick!"

Song Shan had already breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the night breeze blew, he was much more sober, and then said to Wei Mingyang: "The tourism project of Ping'an Village has now become independent, you should also prepare, I am ready to independently establish a Ping'an Village tourism company under the banner of Fengsheng Agriculture!"

"Independence?"

"That's right!" Song Shan said: "Operate independently, you are the general manager of the tourism company!"

He said in a deep tone: "An enterprise, diversified management, is an inevitable thing, since we operate this tourism project, we must have the determination to do a good job, this is also an opportunity for me to give Ping'an Village!"

"General Manager?"

Wei Mingyang smiled a little wryly.

"As for the issue of equity, I will arrange it, your Ping'an Village will get a part of it, as the benefit distribution of the villagers, and Fengsheng Agriculture, and Fengsheng Village Committee, will hold shares!" Song Shan said: "In addition, I will discuss with you in advance, because the farmhouse is very interested in your project, so they will contribute to account for a part of the equity, and the farmhouse and the tourism project are linked, and in the future, there will be harmony between you!"

Since Dad has spoken, Song Shan also uses the public for personal gain, and he set up the tourism project in order to make the equity distribution clearer, which also gives the farmhouse the opportunity to participate in the shares.

"Rich Farmhouse?"

Wei Mingyang knew that the largest shareholder of the farmhouse was Song Shan's father, Song Jifang, he was not afraid that Song Jifang would make money on this Ping'an tourism project, and there was a consensus in Fengsheng that the Song family couldn't look at this money at all, but the farmhouse and the Ping'an Village tourism project, once the suspension bridge was linked, there might be a conflict.

"Don't worry too much!"

Song Shan smiled: "The market in this area may be much bigger than you think!"