"I'm sorry, Brother Qingming, I just suddenly thought of an idea just now. Song Xiangran saw Fang Qingming looking at him suspiciously, and said with some embarrassment.

After Fang Qingming said that he was out of the way, Song Xiangran took Fang Qingming's camera and pointed to himself who was handing peaches to Fang Qingming in the picture.

"Brother Qingming, what about the promotional photos, it is better to have characters, so that the effect will be better. Song Xiangran analyzed it in a good way, "Originally, I was still worried about how to shoot this promotional photo." But you see, it is these peaches growers who happily pluck peaches with a look that many people who have never worked in the city can experience. “

After listening to Song Xiangran's idea, Fang Qingming had a little more affection for the little girl in front of him, and he could understand people's hearts so deeply at a young age.

"Well, I think it's doable, so let's get some pictures of some villagers later. Fang Qingming nodded approvingly.

The two took a few more close-ups of peaches, then turned around and walked towards another scenery in Xiaolin Village.

There are three extremely beautiful scenery in Xiaolin Village, one is the peach orchard of Xiaolin Village, there are very beautiful peach blossoms before the fruit, and it is a fruitful harvest scene after the fruit; the second is the rape flower field of Xiaolin Village, a large area of golden yellow, the villagers always love to call the rape flower sea there; the third is the bamboo forest of Xiaolin Village, which is not only full of greenery, but also can dig spring bamboo shoots in spring and winter bamboo shoots in winter.

Walking down in a few places, there are a lot of beautiful scenery in the memory card of Fang Qingming's camera.

After photographing the natural scenery of Xiaolin Village, Song Xiangran proposed to take pictures of the daily life of the villagers, after all, feeding chickens, planting vegetables, roasting sweet potatoes and other trivial chores of the farmhouse are rarely experienced by people in the city.

The two of them patted all the way, and before they knew it, the sun had appeared above their heads. In the summer heat, Fang Qingming's shirt was soaked, and the broken hair on Song Xiangran's forehead was sticky and greasy.

So Song Xiangran took Fang Qingming to his yard, skillfully picked up a bucket of water from the well, and then scooped a spoonful and handed it to Fang Qingming.

Before he could touch the water in the spoon, Fang Qingming felt a cool air hit him, he was slightly startled at first, and then took a sip.

A well is under the water, and it seems that the irritability of summer has also been reduced.

"I usually drink bottled water in the city, boiled water, and it's the first time I've drunk such delicious well water. Fang Qingming said, and drank again, and after a while, a large spoonful of water disappeared.

Seeing that Fang Qingming liked the well water in front of his house so much, Song Xiangran couldn't help but smile and said, "Brother Qingming, I think this well water can also become a bright spot." “

And when Fang Qingming heard it, he also felt that it made sense. I have also tasted a lot of foreign drinks, but what is as sweet and delicious as the well water in this Xiaolin Village?

"Xiangran, I have to say, you have much more vision than me. Probably drank the well water of Song Xiangran's house, and Fang Qingming was not ready to hide his praise.

But Song Xiangran felt shy, she just saw Fang Qingming's reaction and attitude of a city person, and she just had an idea, where did she get a good vision?

Seeing that it was time for lunch, Gao Huijuan saw that the two young people were sitting by the well and chatting about the same, so she came to call them to eat together.

After tasting the roasted sweet potatoes, fresh peaches, and sweet well water from Xiaolin Village, Fang Qingming tasted Gao Huijuan's farmhouse dishes again.

In fact, Gao Huijuan was not good at cooking when she was studying in the past, but later because of historical problems, she went to the countryside with Song Jianguo, and she really had no choice, so she started cooking.

To say that the cooking skills are exquisite, it is just that over the years, the countryside has been monotonous and blindly figured out.

It can be seen that Fang Qingming is full of praise for his dishes, and Gao Huijuan is also overjoyed.

"Xiao Fang, if you like to eat, you can eat more. Auntie, in fact, the cooking skills are not exquisite, compared to the chef skills you eat in foreign restaurants, it is really far behind. Gao Huijuan said with a smile, and by the way, she gave Fang Qingming a chopstick and fried meat with spring bamboo shoots.

I don't know why, walking around Xiaolin Village today, it is obviously nothing compared to doing combat tasks during army training on weekdays, it can be said that it is very easy. But Fang Qingming felt that his stomach was like a bottomless pit at this moment, and he just wanted to take one bite after another.

"No, Auntie, you're no worse than those chefs. For the first time, Fang Qingming felt so comfortable in someone else's house, and he wiped his mouth a little embarrassed after accidentally eating several bowls of rice.

Today is probably the birth day of Song Xiangran's idea, and new ideas appear in his mind one after another.

Since even people like Fang Qingming who have seen the world are full of praise for his mother's home-cooked food, then presumably if he is engaged in tourism, people in the city are used to eating outside meals, and home-cooked food should also be very popular.

After eating and drinking, Fang Qingming drove away because he still had work in the afternoon.

After sending Fang Qingming away, Song Xiangran called several stewards in the village together and told them about his thoughts today and everyone's progress these days.

"In the next few days, I will find time to go to the city to sell peaches, and then recruit some people to travel to Xiaolin Village. Before that, everyone will do their own duties, just do what I said before, and wait for my news on everything else. Song Xiangran didn't feel nervous at all in the face of these elders who were almost the same age as his parents.

Therefore, several elders who sat below to listen to Song Xiangran's speech couldn't help but secretly praise Song Xiangran, a little girl, for her strong aura and a material for doing big things.

Probably speaking, when the meeting was about to end, Xu Zhiyuan, who was listening, raised his hand and asked, "Xiangran, I have a question." “

Song Xiangran stopped packing up his things, looked up and asked, "What's the problem?"

All of a sudden, everyone in the house focused their eyes on themselves, Xu Zhiyuan was not like Song Xiangran, although he was the son of the village chief, and he had some status in the entire Xiaolin Village, but he was not a person with courage.

So Xu Zhiyuan secretly swallowed his saliva, and then said hesitantly: "I want to ask, since those people in the city are going to travel to our Xiaolin Village, should there be a theme or something?"

"What is the theme?" Several elders looked at each other, as if it was difficult to understand the words in the mouth of the young man now.

theme, Song Xiangran hasn't thought about this question yet. She lowered her head and thought slightly, if it is a simple tour, then it can be called a day trip to Xiaolin Village, but if there are people in the city who want to experience a farm life, what if they want to live in Xiaolin Village for a few days?

Suddenly there was silence in the room.

"What if...... I have an idea if I can!" Xu Zhiyuan raised his hand nervously.