After sending off the first batch of tourists, Song Xiangran and several elders in charge of the village got together and counted the income of the past few days.

Unexpectedly, this count, so much money! Everyone was shocked.

"Hey, Jianguo, this little girl of your family Xiangran, has grown up, she can read and be capable!" Xu Sanfu, the village head, patted Song Jianguo's shoulder excitedly and said.

The rest of the elders also chimed in.

After listening to so many praises, not only the party Song Xiangran, but even Song Jianguo and Gao Huijuan were embarrassed.

So Song Jianguo said modestly: "Everywhere, it's not all the people in the village who work together and work together, so that they can help things well!"

Indeed, in addition to the income of these three days, in addition to enough for Song Xiangran and Xu Zhiyuan's tuition and living expenses, there are several more days, and each family can share dozens of yuan!

All of a sudden, everyone in Xiaolin Village was so grateful to Song Xiangran, and every family said that they pulled Song Xiangran and said that they would invite her to dinner. But there are so many families' meals, Song Xiangran only has one mouth to eat.

Seeing many invitations, Song Xiangran politely declined, and Liu Cai's family invited the oldest ancestor in the family to say goodbye.

"Xiangran girl, wow," Liu Juan is the oldest person in Xiaolin Village, there is not much white hair left, her face is full of traces of time, and her voice also carries the vicissitudes of time when she speaks, "Grandma Liu's family doesn't have anything good, but you have helped our Liu family to some extent, this thing, a little heart, but you have to accept it." ”

An ordinary bag was handed over to Song Xiangran.

When opened, there is a pair of peach-colored cloth shoes with intricate embroidery.

"Grandma Liu, you, you are so polite!" Song Xiangran was also taken aback when he saw the shoes.

Everyone in Xiaolin Village knows that Liu Juan's ancestor was once the most famous female master in the capital, and later fell to Xiaolin Village because of the war, and this craft has been passed down to this day.

But Liu Juan has no daughters under her knees, only two sons, and her daughter-in-law are all children of rural families, and she almost doesn't know anything about needlework except for sewing and repairing. Therefore, in order to ensure that the ancestral embroidery craft is not lost, Liu Juan passed on this craft to other skillful women in the village.

That's why there are those embroidery works that sell well as soon as they are taken out.

This is also the reason why Song Xiangran is so surprised, because Liu Juan is old, her eyes are dizzy, and her hands and feet are not good, and she doesn't know how much time and energy it takes her to make this pair of shoes.

"Xiangran girl, it's good if you like it. Liu Juan smiled and touched Song Xiangran's head, "Although it's a little too early to give wedding shoes, grandma, I don't know if I can wait until you get married to give you these shoes." “

Looking at the exquisite embroidered shoes in his hand, Song Xiangran's eyes couldn't help but moisten.

With such a good place as Xiaolin Village, life will definitely get better.

After the first batch of tourists left, the word spread to hundreds, and soon someone called the public phone in Xiaolin Village, saying that they wanted to make an appointment for the next batch of farm stays.

In order to continue to attract tourists, Song Xiangran organized a few young people to go to the town to sell handicrafts and peaches, and by the way, also purchased some supplies to return to the village.

Every time a few people brought handicrafts and peaches, almost all of them were bought.

Over time, the people in the town more or less knew about the farmhouse in Xiaolin Village. If you have a little spare money, you can make an appointment as soon as possible, and I can't wait to experience this novel farmhouse immediately.

Seeing that the number of tourists in Kobayashi Village is increasing day by day, the income of the village is much better than in previous years.

Gradually, there is no need for Song Xiangran and them to go to the town to sell, and someone will call to make an appointment in three or two days.

After more than a month of development and planning, the tourism industry in Xiaolin Village has slowly moved towards regularization and development.

It's already late August, and in a few days, Song Xiangran and Xu Zhiyuan will start school. The villagers of Xiaolin Village were even more excited than the two parties involved, and every household spontaneously wanted to prepare things for school for them.

A series of propaganda photos taken by Fang Qingming for Xiaolin Village before were framed in large frames and hung in the lobby of the Xiaolin Village Village Committee. Everyone who passes by can't stop complimenting, and thanks to these photos, they can attract so many tourists.

Every time he passed by the lobby of the village committee and saw these photos, Song Xiangran couldn't help but think of the bits and pieces of Fang Qingming getting along with him in those days.

Fang Qingming, who saved himself from fire and water twice, Fang Qingming, who was anxious to eat roasted sweet potatoes and was burned, secretly photographed his own Fang Qingming, and joked that it was Fang Qingming, who was a hero who saved the United States......

That person has the most beautiful side face in the world, the most perfect eyebrows, eyes and lips with the most perfect smile, is smooth and generous, and has his own unique views on everything.

Thinking about it, Song Xiangran blushed.

It's only been a month, so I don't feel like I haven't seen it in years.

"Hey, Xiangran, you've been standing here for a long time. Xu Zhiyuan happened to pass by and found Song Xiangran holding a basket of vegetables looking at those photos.

Song Xiangran came back to his senses at this time, and smiled embarrassedly: "It's not that these photos in our village are good-looking, you can see it." “

After saying that, Song Xiangran shook his head and walked away.

You can't always think about what you don't have, that Fang Qingming, a girl from the countryside with herself, is not a person of the same world at all.

After leaving Xiaolin Village for a while, and because of the delay in the meeting because of the last time he sent Song Xiangran home, Tang Yunlong arranged a lot of tasks for Fang Qingming, and he almost couldn't spare himself to go around Xiaolin Village.

So that night, it was really itchy in his heart, Fang Qingming took out the newly bought photo album from the drawer, which contained all the photos he took for Xiaolin Village.

Before leaving, Fang Qingming specially took a family photo of Song Jianguo's family.

A total of three were washed, two were left for their family, and one was kept by Fang Qingming himself.

In the photo, Song Jianguo's family is standing at the door of the house with white walls and red tiles, and there are a few chickens strolling around, the sun is just right that day, and Song Xiangran is even more smiling, revealing eight white and small teeth, and two faintly blooming pear vortices at the corners of his lips.

Song Xiangran's smile was much brighter than the sun.

I don't know when it began, when training was boring every day, Fang Qingming would think of the sweet and delicious well water in Song Xiangran's yard, and Song Xiangran who laughed at his fuss next to him. At this time, it seems that all the boring moments in life have become beautiful because of that smile.

"What are you laughing at, boy?" Fang Weihua passed by with a teacup and looked at Fang Qingming in the room a little strangely.