The Flower of Death has been integrated into Fang Nanyi's soul, how can it be so easy to solve.

The Substitute God Pill can only be suppressed.

When the flower of death completely blooms, it will still devour Fang Nanyi, if this problem cannot be solved, Fang Nanyi will never be able to escape a dead word.

Even Song Shan didn't think of any foolproof way at the moment.

"Can't you solve it completely?"

There was a touch of surprise on Meng Yueqiao's face, as if she felt boundless surprise.

"I'm not a god!"

Song Shan smiled bitterly: "How can it be so easy to solve the flower of death, it is the flower of death, a plant that grows from the Huangquan Road in the rumor, and its withering will inevitably be accompanied by a large amount of life withering!"

The flower of the other side is the flower of the other side, and the flower of death is the flower of death.

Although it evolved from the flowers of the other side.

But sometimes you are planted with a flower on the other side of the earth, and you may not be able to give birth to a flower of death, and the birth of this flower of disappointment requires the right time and place.

Once it appears, it will inevitably be accompanied by disappointment.

It is a sign of the withering of life.

There have been some records in the source ding, and it is rumored that in ancient years, there was a tribe that gave birth to a flower of death, and the flower of death was parasitic in the body of a disciple, and it was out of control from then on.

The whole tribe is like getting a plague, and every life will wither, and the flower of death will mutate, grow, bloom and so on.

The nutrients needed are the soul of people.

It's like an executioner.

If it was normal times, perhaps this flower of death would have been directly laid down by Song Shan into the eighteenth layer of hell.

But now the most critical point.

How can I not hurt Fang Nanyi's half a point.

Song Shan has simulated many, many methods, but in the end they are helpless, they are always traumatized by the soul of the other party's Nanyi, the soul represents the vitality, this thing can be big or small, and it can't be done easily.

"What then?" Meng Yue's pupils instantly filled with a layer of mist.

"Let's go see Nanyi first!"

Song Shan knocked her out, and didn't continue to make the situation more serious, but said softly: "Nanyi Gangan woke up, she is still very weak, let her recuperate first, I'm thinking about it, I can always think of a way!"

As he spoke, he walked towards the outside of the cottage.

Meng Yue looked at his somewhat lonely back, bit her teeth, and was still worried about Fang Nanyi's safety, so she didn't pay attention to it, but went directly upstairs to the room.

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

It's autumn.

The weather suddenly became a little cold, walking on the bank of the Yanshui River, Song Shan was blown by the cold wind, and his thoughts suddenly became a lot clearer.

Sometimes caring is messy.

Maybe it's because he cares too much about Fang Nanyi, but he is trapped in some rules and regulations and can't get out.

Why did he have to deal with the Flower of Death?

If you want to save Fang Nanyi's life, you may not have to crush the flower of death.

Danger often represents opportunity.

Although the flower of death represents death and represents the withering of life, it does not mean that the flower of death does not have any force.

There are two sides to everything.

The flower of death does represent death and the withering of life, but this flower also has a force, and the life of this flower is in a very strange state.

The flower of death in its parasitic state has a shape beyond life.

If......

Song Shan's mind trembled, and he hurriedly suppressed his thoughts, this idea is too crazy and too risky, for thousands of years, the flower of death has never appeared, but no one has ever dared to think like this, do it like this.

That may be a test of life.

Life is not static.

In the future, perhaps life will evolve at different levels, and it will be more extended over the years.

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

In the evening, the sun sets.

A touch of residual sun was reflected on the building of the Fengsheng Village Committee, and through the window, the reflection entered, falling on Song Shan's body, and the shadow of Song Shan was stretched for a long time.

Song Shan sat in the office of the Fengsheng Village Committee, facing Feng Jianjin.

In the past few days, because of Fang Nanyi's affairs, he has been engrossed, but he has delayed a lot of things, and when he was a little depressed in the afternoon, he came to the Fengsheng Village Committee to sit for a while.

When I sat down, I had to deal with some things.

He is the village chief of Xiao Song.

Second only to the village director under the village party secretary.

Fengsheng Village, how to say it now, is also a new countryside that controls more than 10,000 villagers and is developing rapidly, and there are countless bits and pieces.

There are a lot of things, and sometimes it is more necessary for him, the village chief, to control the overall situation.

"This year, the employment rate of our abundant young and strong labor force has reached more than 98 percent, but does it mean that some people are not working?"

Song Shan looked at the document in his hand, looked at Feng Jianjin, and squinted slightly: "Why is this?"

It stands to reason that even if all the five villages are combined, more than 10,000 people in Fengsheng Village can afford to raise Fengsheng Agriculture, and there are many factories for processing agricultural products that have been opened recently.

Not only some nearby villages, but even the entire Mingyue Town, have benefited and consumed a lot of jobs.

From all sides, the people of Fengsheng Village should not have a job to live without.

"Fengsheng currently provides a lot of jobs, just us, we need a large number of work units, plus some jobs in agricultural product processing plants, and then three Fengsheng, can be fitted, most of the people in our village have been recruited, but some people, arrogant, unwilling to eat a dead wage!"

Feng Jianjin said: "The key is that they have nothing of their own ability, and there is no opportunity to start a business, so they are a little inert, and especially in our village, basically every household has shares, holding shares in their hands, waiting for the annual dividends, even if they don't do anything all year round, they are idle, and they can't starve to death!"

"What they think!"

When Song Shan heard this, he sneered slightly.

He hates a group of idle people, who consume food and can't create value, they are simply a group of parasites, the kind that is particularly disgusting.

"Inertia is something that everyone has, some people can't restrain it, that's a normal thing!"

Feng Jianjin said in a low voice: "This kind of case, just a special case, at present, we are prosperous, in terms of employment, it is still relatively simple, after all, the villagers are walking a hard life, labor is glorious, this kind of people who don't work and want to eat, that is, there are just a few!"

"Don't seek perfection, but what should be done is still to be done, we can't just ignore some single and individual cases, even if there is one person, it will drag down our rich face!"

Song Shan is more persistent about this kind of thing, he doesn't want this kind of atmosphere to appear in Fengsheng, with this kind of sign, he will be led crooked in the future: "Your village branch, in this regard, still needs to work hard to build a beautiful new countryside, the most important of which is the problem of ideological construction, this is a matter that belongs to the village branch, our village committee, more importantly, is to improve the employment opportunities of the villagers, increase the income of the villagers, and make the prosperity better!"

"Good!"

Feng Jianjin also nodded, agreeing with what Song Shan said, in this regard, the village branch is still insufficient, and it has to work harder.

Next, the two chatted for a while.

The development of Fengsheng Village, in the next two or three years, is planned, but the plan is not comparable to the changes, especially the rapid development of Fengsheng agriculture, which will inevitably drive the development of Fengsheng Village.

If Fengsheng Village can't keep up with the pace, it will lose the best opportunity for development.

Therefore, when Fengsheng agriculture is about to take off, Fengsheng Village should also make the most adequate preparations, take advantage of this east wind, and directly soar to 90,000 miles, not only to become a model of the first new countryside in the northwest, but also to become the first village in the country.

"By the way, there's one more thing, you better keep an eye on it!"

When Feng Jianjin was about to go home for dinner in Song Mountain, something suddenly broke out.

"What's the matter?"

"Mingyue Town is going to have a new mayor!"

Feng Jianjin said.

"It doesn't seem to take long for this mayor to take office?" Song Shan frowned.

Fengsheng agriculture is a kind of collective enterprise, and the Fengsheng Village Committee accounts for the largest number of shares, and the Fengsheng Village Committee accepts the management of the town, in fact, the leadership of the town has a lot of influence on Fengsheng.

To put it simply, they may not be able to help much.

But if they don't like you and come to find fault with you twice in three days, then you will also be in trouble.

"I don't know the specifics, it seems to be an airborne soldier!"

Feng Jianjin said: "Leader Liu gave notice in advance, and he will come to take office at the end of the year, so let's be prepared, after all, I don't know if it's good to get along or not!"

"The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth!"

Song Shan's thought about it, but he wasn't very worried.

After all, today's abundant agriculture is directly negotiated with the province, and this is an enterprise that can create GDP for the province, which can be regarded as a heaven-to-heaven.

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

When I got home, it was already a little late.

The twinkling lights make the whole yard more interesting.

The meal is ready.

The smell of rice wafted out.

Song Shan was also a little hungry, he ate that little thing at noon, and he was a little full of anger when Chen Ruhui's arms turned out.

At this time, of course, gobbling it up.

"Eat slowly!"

Chen Ruhui screamed while serving Song Shan vegetables, always feeling that he was gobbling up like this, and he hadn't given him food for several days.

After the meal, Song Shan entered the most common daily activities, holding the little Fuwa on one side and swaying on the rocking chair on the other, and the days were very happy.

"Dad, if you have something to say, just say it!"

The old man had deliberately dangled in front of him four or five times tonight, and each time his expression seemed to stop talking.

"Son!"

Song Jifang sat down, rubbed his hands a little, and after half a sound, a sentence popped out: "How much money do you have now?"

"Why do you ask?"

Song Shan was a little strange.

Song Jifang rarely asked how much money he had.

"This ......"

Song Jifang's face seemed to be getting thinner and thinner, and he was embarrassed to speak, so he held back a sentence in the middle of the sound: "Your father and I plan to operate the farmhouse wholly owned by you, take back your eighth uncle and their shares, and only retain the participation of the village committee!"

"Didn't negotiate?"

Song Shan squinted.

He knows that his Lao Tzu is not a hard-hearted person, and if he wants to kick out the eighth uncle and them at this time, I am afraid that he has reached a state that cannot be compatible.

"Your eighth uncle's business philosophy may be a little surprising to mine, this month, they have been fried several times, and if this continues, everyone will turn against each other!"

Song Jifang never knew that doing business would damage his feelings like this.

Everyone thinks that their family is wealthy, and his two sons are among the richest people, and they should not aim for those meager incomes.

But this is the money he should earn, why should he hand it over?

One comes and goes.

There is always a contradiction.

After checking the accounts before, his heart was already cold, and then he fought again, and now he feels that he can't continue to operate.

Just be ruthless.

"That's fine!"

Song Shan didn't want to pay attention to these things, after all, they were all elders, and the elders had conflicts, and he, who was a junior, was not qualified to be involved, otherwise it would give people a domineering feeling.

Today's Song family has been prosperous for a while, and it is even more necessary to have a good reputation, and it can't leave the villagers with the feeling of nouveau riche.

"But I don't have enough money, so I want to ask you to borrow some!" Song Jifang gritted his teeth and said.

"How much money do you need?"

Song Shan knew that the old man generally didn't have much money to live with, he was not only the head of the Song family, but also the head of the Song clan, and often used his personal interests to seek public affairs.

The little money he earned was not enough for him to subsidize the clan.

"Twenty million!"

Song Jifang was also polite, and said directly.

Today's Rich Farmhouse is not a small farm, and the expansion of its business over the years, including the idea of building a small cottage area on the bank of the mountain river, is worthy of recognition.

The passenger flow is maintained, every day is a profitable state, the development is getting better day by day, and with the rise of the tourism wind in Ping'an Village, a round broke out.

Now it is a subsidiary of a village committee worth tens of millions.

"Tomorrow I'll let the financial account be transferred to your private account!" Song Shan said.

It's his personal property.

In this abundance, he originally spent very little money, with dividends every year and a salary every month, and he still received two salaries from the Fengsheng Village Committee and Fengsheng Agriculture.

The village committee will be a little restrained, after all, it is also a public office, but on the enterprise side, don't be too depressed, start from yourself, and improve your salary.

Now Wei Anqing's treatment has reached an annual salary of about five million.

That's relatively low.

As the CEO of a multi-billion enterprise, this annual salary is not an exaggeration.

And Song Shan, as the chairman of the board, naturally also has a salary, and this salary, the annual salary is quite a lot, plus other miscellaneous things, saved and saved, Song Shan's small treasury is actually a lot of money.

"Don't tell your mother about this?"

Song Jifang thought about it, and lowered his voice and said.

"Didn't you discuss it with my mother?"

Song Shan gasped and even breathed a sigh of cold air, Dad, are you planning to create family conflicts, if this Lafayette loses his temper, our family still has a good life.