"the kid, what kind of farmhouse are you talking about Shanzi, what can you really do?" When he went to bed at night, Song Jifang's heart was itchy and he couldn't sleep, so he woke up Chen Ruhui and asked in a deep voice.

"Your own child, you still can't believe it, even if Shanzi pits anyone, he can't pit you!"

Chen Ruhui patted Song Jifang and pushed his hand, yawned, and said: "And I think that Shanzi is more capable than you, otherwise how could Shanzi make a fortune with Fengsheng Village, now you go to the village to see, who talks about our Shanzi, it's not the top!"

"How much money do we have?"

Song Jifang became more and more moved.

"How much?"

Chen Ruhui thought for a while: "Not to mention the money they gave before, they haven't moved much, this New Year came back, Dajiang gave a sum of money, Shanzi gave another sum of money, and then our family built a village, Dajiang remitted us a sum of money, but this house is all Shanzi settlement, our money has not been moved, our passbook, there should be a small 500,000 yuan!"

"Then take 200,000 out, and I'll discuss it with the eighth child tomorrow!"

Song Jifang decided to do a big job.

The two sons in the family are so promising, how many people are envious and jealous, but for him, it is also pressure, he is not yet seventy or eighty years old, since the two sons have made money, it seems to be useless.

"Really?" asked Chen Ruhui.

"Take it!"

Song Jifang said viciously: "I don't believe that the rabbit cub dares to pit me, and when Lao Tzu makes money, he will also use the money to stone their two turtle grandsons!"

To be honest, my son has the ability, and it is also a pressure.

I always feel like I'm useless.

"You are only a turtle grandson, what's wrong with my son!" Chen Ruhui blew his beard and glared, looking at Song Jifang very unpleasantly.

"Then they can't have the ability, so they dislike Lao Tzu!"

Song Jifang continued to vent his frustration.

"Okay, you are Lao Tzu, you are so capable, I am waiting for you to throw the money to your son!" Chen Ruhui was not as knowledgeable as this naïve head of the family, and slept under the quilt.

Song Jifang still couldn't sleep, so he wanted to make a fortune in his heart, fantasizing about the day when he would impress his son......

The next day, I got up in the morning.

Song Shan and Little White Tiger were brushing their teeth.

The little white tiger has felt a lot more agile recently, and has begun to imitate people's movements, especially like to imitate Song Shan's movements, Song Shan brushed his teeth, he also pretended to hold a toothbrush, and then squeezed the toothpaste, brushed for a long time, the brush did not brush the teeth, Song Shan didn't know, anyway, the toothpaste foam let it eat.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Song Shan looked at Song Jifang, who had two panda eyes, and paused for a moment.

"Shanzi, what are you talking about the farmhouse!" Song Jifang thought about it all night, and this question hovered in his mind thousands of times, and finally asked it.

People are like this, sometimes they will be attached and can't get answers, as if they can't breathe.

"Dad is planning to build this farmhouse with Uncle Eight and them?"

Song Shan understood, he smiled, and said, "That's it, at noon, you and Uncle Eighth and Uncle Correction, come to the village committee once, and I'll talk to you about it!"

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

Song Shan said in the village that he was not idle, and he had to look at many things, but when he said that he was busy, he was not busy, he was the kind of person who was resolutely able to move his mouth and was unwilling to do it.

His daily itinerary.

The first is to go to your own small greenhouse and see the plants you care for with care, which will be recorded every day.

Then he took the little white tiger out of the house, first went to the vegetable greenhouse, along the village, and then to the strawberry farm, and then to see the rice situation in the east, and thousands of acres of spring corn in the south.

Said to be an observation, in fact, it is just a little white tiger walking like a dog, simple and easy, these projects, there are professional people staring at it every day, the technical department he set up, is not a dry meal, so he is just strolling around.

After turning around like this, it was almost noon, and he returned to Fengsheng Agriculture, and in the afternoon he basically sat in the office, either to deal with some papers, or to read books, or to hold a small meeting or two.

These days, don't be too comfortable.

At noon, in the office building of the village committee, there was a conference room, Song Jiming and Feng Jingpei were there, Feng Jianjin went to the town to run the relationship, and recently a few pieces of land have been determined, and they are going to be contracted, and he can only come forward to run the relationship.

Song Jifang, Song Jin, and Feng Jian walked in together.

"Dad, Eighth Uncle, Uncle Correction!" Song Shan took out a plan, which he spent an hour just now, and wrote out a brief plan: "Look at this!"

"Shanzi, if we do this, can we have guests?"

Song Jin looked at it carefully and asked in a low voice.

"Farmhouse must have the conditions for the rise, we have a good village access to the road, the environment is good, in fact, it is very suitable for some people in the city to come on vacation, let them relax the oppression of the city, into nature, now the urban white-collar gold collar, even the boss, have a very heavy pressure, if there is a chance for them to fish here, pick vegetables, eat some native fruits, that is a very comfortable way to vacation, this is the main body of the farmhouse!"

Song Shan said: "But if you want to talk about risks, there are risks, obscurity, there must be no guests, and now the economy is not yet to the point where you can enjoy it, and there are not many styles that are willing to be close to the countryside and enjoy, so we have to make an advertising strategy first, and make this reputation out, whether it can attract guests, I am not completely sure!"

He continued: "It just so happens that our Fengsheng Agriculture is also preparing to come to a wave of publicity, and we are ready to invite someone to shoot a promotional video for our Fengsheng Village, and then your farmhouse can also take a ride!"

"Is the investment big?" asked Toyoshi.

"In my opinion, the initial investment still needs a lot!" Song Shan said: "First of all, you need to build a comfortable mountain villa, if the living environment can not be done well, then everything else is superfluous!"

"Our village committee supports the villagers to start a business on the basis of today's abundance!"

Song Jiming spoke on behalf of the Fengsheng Village Committee: "At present, what we can provide you with is either an eighty acres of homestead at the foot of Beishan, or a plain of about fifty acres on the bank of the Yanshui River, you can choose one of them as a homestead for building a farmhouse!"

"Even if the village committee supports you, you will have to invest at least 800,000 yuan!"

Song Shan said.

Farmhouse can be big or small, ordinary, just build a small hotel can also operate, but a small fight is useless, to do, just formalize a little, accommodation, catering, play, one-stop service, is the real farmhouse.

In this way, it is inevitable that a relatively large investment is required.

"Eight hundred thousand?"

Song Jin and Feng Xiu's faces were a little pale.

Although they are cooperating to run a restaurant outside, they are in a half-dead state, and they can't make much money, and they don't have much savings left every year, if it's 180,000, they can take it out as soon as they grit their teeth.

But 800,000, when he thinks about it, is a little weak-hearted.

"Fengsheng Village Committee can give you a share, and we can invest money to support Fengsheng Agriculture!" Song Shan said. The key management, we don't care, it depends on whether you have the courage, of course, if you don't want to take the right to operate, I Fengsheng agriculture, can also be in charge, you can invest in the largest shares, but this is a profitable business, as the fame of Fengsheng grows, it will inevitably attract more and more curious people, when the time comes, Fengsheng Farmhouse will definitely become popular, if you don't have the courage to fight now, after this village, without this store, you think clearly!"

"I'll give 300,000!"

Song Jifang felt that he was very bold today, and he estimated that he would only invest about 200,000 yuan, but now that he heard the prospects depicted by Song Shan, he believed in Song Shan to death.

"Dad, why do you have so much money?" Song Shanleng paused, he really didn't know how much private money his father hid: "And you take the money out to operate, does my mother know!"

"You care about me!" The head of Song Jifang's family was full of style.

"Okay, whatever you want!" Song Shan smiled: "Then Uncle Eight, Uncle Correction, what do you think!"

"Let us imagine!"

Song Jin pondered for a long time, and then discussed with Feng Jian in a low voice, they are very good friends, and they are partners who have not collapsed in the partnership for more than ten years, and they trust each other very much.

"Shanzi, I've thought about it with your uncle, we will sell all the restaurants outside, and then borrow it, and we can only invest 300,000 at most!"

Song Jin said.

This is already a bloody investment.

"Okay!"

Song Shan said: "Abundant agriculture out of 100,000!"

"Our village committee also invested 100,000 yuan!"

Song Jiming said.

Now the Fengsheng Village Committee is also wealthy, but it is not the same as before, and there is no money at all.