"Little girl, you're making my mother angry again!" Song Shan gently stroked the little white tiger in his arms, and said with a smile: "I've angered my mother, we don't have dinner at night!"

The little white tiger grew very fast, in just half a month, the body has grown a circle, it used to be the size of a small mouse, and now it has a cat-sized body, and it is much heavier.

"Whew!"

When the little white tiger heard Song Shan's words, he looked at Song Shan with a pair of smart tiger eyes, and then at Chen Ruhui with a black face, and soon moved, and suddenly turned into a shadow again, and was transferred to Chen Ruhui's arms.

"Little slippery!"

Chen Ruhui couldn't help but burst out laughing.

She has never seen such a cute and cute tiger, and the days with this little white tiger are much better.

She couldn't help it, and said with a smile: "Okay, don't get out, go find your eldest brother, I'll cook for you!"

With a sigh, the little white tiger jumped back into Song Shan's arms.

Now the little white tiger has not grown up, but after the young and weak body has begun to grow, the dying breath before is gone, replaced by lively and agile.

In fact, the tigers are all active, the little white tiger is more naughty and mischievous, he can rarely settle down, sometimes Song Shan goes out, he has to ride on Song Shan's shoulder, unwilling to come down, follow Song Shan's whole village.

Now it is more familiar with the children in the village than Song Shan.

Its hair, as well as its appearance, coupled with its unique wisdom, can splash and roll, can pretend to be stupid and cute, not only children, but there is no one in the village who doesn't like it.

Ordinary animals, even if they are a little docile, rarely have any wisdom, but the little tiger gives Song Shan a feeling, the spirit is very high, I don't know if Song Shan feeds him a water spirit bead every five days, its spirit seems to be different from other tigers, maybe it can't understand people's words, but basically it can understand what you want to show.

Song Shan put the little white tiger on his shoulder, now that the little white tiger is still small, he can still carry it and put it on his shoulder, just like a little kitten, without a sense of disobedience, and then walked to the construction site next to him.

The new house of the Song family, the main project has been carried out for more than half of the time, covering an area of spacious, the style seems to be a bit nondescript, the fusion of the architectural styles of the south and the northwest, plus the fusion of the Chinese courtyard and the villa style, it is like a unique country house.

When the floor plan came out, Song Shan fell in love at a glance.

There is a total of three floors.

Now the main body of the third floor has been built, and the bricks are being laid, and after the bricks, it is the capping, and after the capping, it is the last step of the process, decoration, which is about May and June, can be completed.

Song Shan just glanced at it, he didn't understand this aspect, just leave it to a professional person to manage, but Song Jifang was standing next to him, staring at the construction above the whole time.

This is the new house of the Song family, and it is the thing that Song Jifang pays the most attention to at present.

No matter how much money Song Jiang makes outside, how much foundation Song Shan has in the village, he feels as if it is the clouds in the sky, and the wind around him can only be seen, but he can't catch it, which makes him unreal.

You know, last year, their family was still a poor family in the village, but now, they have become the richest man in the village, no, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the richest people in the city, as for whether they can become the richest man in the province, this is still Henglang.

But it was this sudden change that made him a little difficult to accept.

On the contrary, it is a house, not all houses can be regarded as a home, even if Song Shan and Song Jiang bought a hundred villas outside, in Song Jifang's view, only the establishment of this new kiln is the most important.

Because this is home, it is the root of the Song family.

Only when this house is built can he feel cordial, the Song family is no longer the same as before.

Now in addition to managing the accounts of the clan, he spends his time here, he doesn't understand, but as long as he watches the house change day by day, he has a very satisfied mood.

Song Shan said it a few times before, so that he didn't have to stare, but then he felt that it was his fun, so he let him go, as long as he was happy, everything was fine.

Song Shan went to the back of the construction site.

This small greenhouse is Song Shan's private place, surrounded by glass, a fully enclosed greenhouse, the key is in Song Shan's hands, no one can come in without Song Shan's permission.

And since it was built, no second person has come in.

Song Shan uses this place as a cultivation base, and what he needs to cultivate are all different plants, and they are all very difficult to cultivate.

"Whew!"

The little white tiger was reluctant to enter the greenhouse, perhaps because he felt cramped, as long as Song Shan opened the door, it slipped away as soon as possible, and Song Shan didn't care about it, when it ran all over the village before, Song Shan was still a little scared.

First, I was afraid that it would get lost, and second, I was afraid that it would hurt people.

After all, the little white tiger is always a tiger.

So keep an eye on it.

Later, it was found that the little white tiger was very conscious, its claws had grown thorns, and it could hurt people if it was grabbed casually, but no matter who picked it up, it would take the initiative to put away the thorns in its claws.

This kind of consciousness made Song Shan think that it was actively avoiding hurting people, so Song Shan is now very relieved to let it play everywhere.

Song Shan himself walked into the scribes.

"These ginseng seeds still can't work!" As soon as he came in, he first checked the temperature, humidity, etc., to ensure that the greenhouse was running, and then walked to the northwest corner first, carefully looked at the leaves growing on the ground, and said to himself.

Ginseng is a relatively valuable medicinal herb.

Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer wild ginseng, but there are people who want to cultivate it, but the cultivated ginseng has a market, but the growth cycle is too long, and the benefits are not great, so there are not many people who plant it.

The more precious ginseng can be cultivated for hundreds of years, not to mention thousand-year-old ginseng.

But Song Shan still wanted to give it a try.

If the water spirit bead can make the job short growth cycle, then the cultivation of ginseng is not an opinion or.

He doesn't raise much, and there are only about 20 square meters of land to plant this ginseng, just to test the water, and he also knows a lot of knowledge about this breeding, but the effect is still not good, the key is that he does not have better ginseng seeds.

The mass goods on the market are still a little worse.

After inspecting the cultivation of ginseng, Song Shan walked to another corner, this plant is Ganoderma lucidum, the growth of Ganoderma lucidum is more than ginseng, and it has been planted for a short time, but it is more vigorous.

He walked all the way, there are about a dozen kinds of medicinal herbs, all of which have not been planted for a long time, but except for ginseng, there are still not many other growths.

"This blood vine, can't it grow?"

Song Shan looked at the seeds in the potted plant, but he never saw the meaning of germination.

This is the blood vine seed he brought out of the tomb, but for more than a month, there has been no growth at all.

He thought about it, took out a water spirit bead from his pocket, then took a small bowl, took a bowl of water, put the water spirit bead in and opened it, and wanted to pour it down like this directly, but then he thought about it again, he bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood in it.

That's when the irrigation went in.

He didn't know if it had any effect, but he wanted to give it a try, the blood vine used blood as nourishment, maybe blood could make it sprout.

"But this sycamore grass grows better!"

Song Shan looked at the grass next to him again, this sycamore grass is considered to be alive, and it should be no problem to grow into a grass seed: "Sycamore grass has a lot of effects, and it is very rare, if it is successfully cultivated, it will be great!"

There are very few of this grass, and the effect is very good, and the immediate effect is bound to shine in the herbal medicine market.

"The Seven Star Grass also grows well!" When he entered the mountain, Song Shan dug up some wild herbs in the mountain to plant, which was transplanted, and at present, some of them died, and the rest came back to life.