Building roads is one of the most expensive projects, and under normal circumstances, if there is no central government funding at all, no one dares to build a road, even if the town government and the county government do not have such great courage.

The average county government, even if it has the heart, is powerless, and few people dare to build a long road.

Of course, there are also some county leaders who take risks for the sake of political achievements.

In the last life, Song Shan heard such a news, in the east of Guangdong, there is a county government, for the sake of political achievements, to build a road, a 20-kilometer road, they divided several projects to contract out, and then there are two brothers, contracted one of the five kilometers of road construction, for which the first advance into millions, in the end the county government did not have the money to repay, it dragged on for more than ten years, the road was rotten, and did not pay back these projects.

It can be seen that it is difficult to build roads.

Song Shan actually didn't want to repair, it would be too much of a loss of his few principals, and he was helpless.

To make a fortune, you must build roads.

This is an unavoidable link.

If you can't break the restrictions of that mountain, Fengsheng Village will never be able to get out, and it will always be a poor mountain village trapped in the mountain, which is the importance of the road.

Another point is that among the three road repair plans, Song Shan chose the most expensive one.

Build a tunnel over Rock Mountain.

You must know that the cost of building a kilometer of tunnel is more than ten times the cost of building an ordinary cement road, even if this section of tunnel is not long, but once the construction begins, it is enough to drag down all the funds of anti-abundant agriculture.

So Song Jiang's worries are very reasonable.

"Shanzi, in fact, I've seen the plans you gave, and we don't need to dig tunnels!" Song Jiang is still a little concerned about the things in his hometown, especially on the road, he has also seen the plans sent by Song Shan: "It's okay to turn over, it's a little steeper, you can't open the mountain and split the rocks, let the excavator dig a lower layer, as long as the cement road is built, the big and small cars will drive to the door!"

"I've thought about it, since I have chosen to repair it, I have to do it perfectly!" Song Shan will only say a little truth in front of his eldest brother Song Jiang: "Our village is in the northwest, it is also a relatively special mountain village, the northwest is around, it is the Loess Plateau, only we are there, it is green mountains and green waters, open mountains and build roads, damage our feng shui, play a tunnel past, can maintain a rich sense of mystery!"

"Feng Shui?" Song Jiang looked at Song Shan suspiciously: "Do you believe this?"

What does he think, his younger brother is not a person who believes in feudal superstition.

"There are some things, if you believe it, you don't believe it!" Song Shan smiled, he didn't want to before, but now, he looked at the palm of his hand, the pattern of the palm of the hand became clearer and clearer, he couldn't understand it now, how could a real stone tripod run into the palm of his hand.

There are things in the world that you can't figure out.

You're going to have to learn to take over.

"Or I'll have something else here!" Song Jiang looked at his stubborn younger brother, he knew his brother's character too well, and he didn't say much, he always thought about it, gritted his teeth, and said: "If you move it, you may be able to get three million, and I will donate it for road repair!"

"No need!" Song Shan shook his head, did not take over the good intentions, and analyzed softly: " It's not that I don't want to use your money, but your current situation is a beautiful situation, but it is difficult step by step, 80 million loans, many eyes are staring at Jiangshan grain and oil, you can't let some people down, now is the time for Jiangshan grain and oil to make achievements, but also when Jiangshan grain and oil want to use money, whether it is the acquisition of Ankang food, or our operation into the pasta business, we have to use a lot of money, if it fails, it will inevitably make Jiangshan grain and oil lose the trust of those people in the provincial government, and the road will be difficult to walk in the future!"

"I still can't figure out why you have to go back to the village!"

After half a ring, Song Jiang spit out a sentence.

He really can't understand that his younger brother wants to have the ability, culture, and courage, and the outside world belongs to him, why is he willing to be in that small mountain village when he is young.

"Because, that's home!"

A radiant smile appeared on Song Shan's face.

I added a sentence in my heart: It is also because it is the responsibility that I should bear in my two lives.

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He didn't stay long in the office and didn't eat lunch, so Song Shan returned to the Yinlong Hotel.

It's not that Song Shan doesn't want to have a meal with Song Jiang, but Song Jiang is now a big man, his itinerary is full, and he has already made an appointment for a meal at noon.

After returning to the hotel, he reasoned out, this time he came to Xijing, he had completed a lot of goals, and he was ready to return to Fengsheng, but then so many goods had to be transported back to the village, and Yongshi and West Kyoto had to put two people, and this person had to pick a good pick.

In the next few days, Song Shan was very busy.

In the afternoon, Song Jiang went to the Xida Agricultural Institute, and together with Professor Xu, he went to meet the person in charge of the greenhouse company.

Kangshan Greenhouse Manufacturing Co., Ltd., head office in Yanjing, is a large company, in the domestic greenhouse industry, one of the best, the main business in North China and Northeast China, only opened a branch in Xijing last year.

The person in charge is called Zhao Santong.

They first politely greeted each other, and the Agricultural Institute also had a lot of experimental fields placed in greenhouses, and the two sides cooperated.

The first time it wasn't discussed.

It can only be regarded as a test of each other.

The next day, Song Shan went again, and the two sides had already made an impression of each other in the first conversation, but this time the conversation was relatively smooth, and Song Shan proposed the construction of a greenhouse of 800 acres, which was enough for Zhao Santong to act.

However, there is still some surprise in terms of price.

This time it was not negotiated.

It took two days to talk about it.

Song Shan signed a contract with them, and then gave a deposit of 200,000 yuan, and proposed that the first batch of materials for building 30 acres of greenhouses must be transported to Yongshi within five days, and from Yongshi to the ship, go to Weishui, and then go to the Yanshui River to enter Fengsheng.

......

Things in Xijing are almost busy, and Song Shan is ready to return to Fengsheng.

But before leaving, he thought about it for a long, long time, and decided to do something.

"Hello classmate, I don't know how to go to the archaeology department?"

Song Shan wandered around the campus of Western University, and finally caught a few classmates and asked for directions.

"Go ahead, turn left, first building!"

A bespectacled Sven youth answered him.

"Thank you!"

Song Shan thanked him, and then left the archaeology department.

He called Fang Nanyi in the morning and said that he had something to trouble her, and it was uncertain whether Fang Nanyi regarded him as a disciple who took the opportunity to entangle, but he still politely invited him to come to the school to meet.

He came in a hurry, but Xida was too big to find his way.

I finally came to the archaeology department building.

The slim and beautiful woman in Fang Nanyi was already standing next to the flower bed in front of the building.

"Hi beauty!"

Song Shan greeted.

"Is your head okay?" Fang Nanyi was wearing a blue long skirt, holding two books in his hands, a little less fierce in the Baofang Auction House, and a little more youthful, people who don't know really can't treat him as a big boss.

"It's okay!"

After Song Shan was hit by Fang Nanyi's bicycle, he had a small wound on his forehead, but when he woke up the next day, his forehead was as smooth as before, and such a self-healing speed not only surprised him, but also panicked.

The injury suffered the day before, the doctor said that he needed to change the dressing frequently and need to recuperate for a period of time, but the next day he completely healed himself, and when he went to the company to see his brother, the old brother did not find any traces of wounds on his forehead.

This is also the reason why he is in such a hurry to find Fang Nanyi.

He was desperate to learn about his special ability to heal himself

A lot of people in the world want to be different from others, but sometimes when you really become different from ordinary people, that's not the way it feels, at that time, you feel that you have become a monster who is out of place in this world.

So in order to hide his self-healing ability, he still put a layer of gauze on his forehead, but under the gauze, there was no wound at all.

"Do you want me to take you to change your dressing?"

Fang Nanyi was more concerned about his injury, after all, he hit it himself.

"No, I asked the doctor to change the medicine this morning!" Song Shan said.

"Then why are you coming to me?" Fang Nanyi squinted his eyes and asked.

"Don't worry, I'm not here to soak you, it's just a little thing, I want to ask you for help!" Song Shan defended.

"Little brat, you have a lot of thoughts!"

Fang Nanyi gave him a hygienic eye, but he didn't refuse, and asked, "Let's hear it!"

"Do you have a quiet place here?"

Song Shan looked around.

"Follow me!"

Fang Nanyi took Song Shan and went up to the teaching building, on the fourth floor, walked to the end of the corridor, opened the door, and walked in, inside was a simple antique restoration workshop, and there was no one at this time.

"Say it!" Fang Nanyi closed the door and said.

"You've got a big heart!"

Song Shan glanced around, the beauty was current, he couldn't help but be a little cheap, and said: "You're not afraid that I'm not bad and kind, this place looks a little remote, you can't see people in the corridor outside, and we are lonely men and widows, if I can't help but be a beast!"

"You can try!"

The coldness on Fang Nanyi's body had a hint of anger: "I forgot to tell you, I have been in Wing Chun since elementary school, although I only embroidered my legs with fists, I didn't have any achievements, that is, when I was in Yanjing, I accidentally made a good man become the last eunuch of the twentieth century!"

"When I didn't say anything!"

Song Shan was covered in a cold sweat.

This is still a violent girl, and I can't afford to mess with it.

He took out a painting from his body, it was in the morning, he asked Song Jin to look at the palm of his hand with a magnifying glass, and then copied the pattern, Song Jin almost slapped him for this, saying that he didn't learn well, to learn to tattoo, in fact, this pattern as a tattoo to analyze, it is also a good effect.

"I want to know, have you ever seen such a bronze tripod?" Song Shan asked.

"It's not a shot, it's a painting!" Fang Nanyi is a professional, she loves history and antiques, when she saw this painting, she was already attracted by the things painted on this painting, and she had already forgotten Song Shan and began to study it:" This person's painting is not very good, can not copy the fine lines, can only see a general pattern, such a pattern, such a picture, in fact, should not appear on the bronze tripod, the ancient bronze tripod has a lot of different lines, but I have never such a bronze tripod, but ......"

"But what?"

"I've seen this painting!"

Fang Nanyi replied: "But this painting should not appear on the body of the bronze tripod, and it is impossible for anyone to depict it on the bronze tripod!"

"Tell me first, what kind of painting is this?"

"Shennong's 100 sketches!"

Fang Nanyi raised his head, looked at Song Shan's eyes, and replied.