Cheng Qiao glanced at the old man Cheng who was sitting in the crowd, he was old, he couldn't support it after sitting for a day, and his face was tired. Super-fast and stable updates, this article is made by. The starter couldn't help but feel a little distressed, and poked someone's waist with his elbow, "Don't go yet." ”

President He Da was ordered, took a few steps with long legs, walked into the circle formed by the villagers, and stood still.

Seeing that someone stood up, the crowd that was still chattering just now immediately quieted down.

He Yan opened his mouth and said, "Since the secretary has spoken, I will say a few words." ”

The president has presided over the general meeting of thousands of people, and the small scene of these hundreds of people is nothing in his eyes, so he started to talk calmly without preparation: "The first thing to say is that now Chengjia Village has been recognized as a famous historical and cultural village in the city, which has taken the first step, so everyone must want to take advantage of this wave of limelight to vigorously develop the cultural tourism economy, right?"

The village party secretary nodded again and again: "That's what it means!"

"If we want to develop tourism, we must have tourists, and what we need to do now is to find ways to attract tourists to the village. He Yan said.

"That's right, it's easier said than done!" the village party secretary sighed and said, "Our Chengjia Village is such a big place, just relying on the fixed scenery of those scenic spots is not enough for tourists to play for half a day, how can we create economic benefits if we can't retain people?"

"You don't have to be presumptuous, in my opinion, Chengjia Village is excellent, not only rich in natural resources, but also rich in history and culture, this is all capital," He Yan said and paused, "It would be better if we could add some leisure and entertainment." After all, modern people are facing a lot of pressure in life, so don't you just have a relaxing time when you come out to travel? What we need to do is to attract tourists to the village to eat, drink and have fun. They eat well, have a good time, and naturally willingly pay you money and praise you at the same time. ”

"This ...... Take the initiative to send us money, how is this possible?"

"yes, and you're not stupid! The people in the city are very shrewd. ”

“……”

The villagers present didn't believe He Yan's words very much, and they exchanged heads and ears in twos and threes, muttering constantly.

"Everyone must think that this is impossible, right?" He Yan asked with a wave of his hand.

All of a sudden, there was silence again, and everyone's eyes naturally turned to him.

"In my opinion, there is nothing impossible in this world. It's boring, of course, to be different, and that's what I'm going to talk about next. We find out where we are unique, and we don't need to blindly follow the trend. ”

"This ...... What is a specialty?" the village party secretary looked puzzled.

"It's like saying that the food you eat should not only taste good, but also be unique and not eaten in other places, so that tourists will not forget it after eating it, and the fun items are the same, new and fun, and people will want to continue after playing." You might as well think about what special things are in your own home, such as unique specialties, unique skills inherited from ancient times, ......etc., "He Yan did not talk about any big theories such as economics and marketing, but said it plainly and down-to-earth, and interacted with the villagers from time to time.

There was no one in the crowd for a long time, everyone looked at me, I looked at you, and they seemed to be trying to remember what they had in their house.

After a while, a teenager raised his hand and shouted, "I know, I know!"

"What kind of showmanship is the kid shouting!" Before he could say why, he was grabbed by the parent sitting next to him and raised his hand and knocked his head, "What do you know if the hair hasn't grown?"

"Ouch!" the little boy cried out in dissatisfaction, "how do you know that I don't know? Isn't there that kind of little whitebait in the lower reaches of the river in our village? That fish is stupid, and it can run into it by itself when it puts a bamboo basket in the water, and can catch at least five or six of them a day, roast them over the fire, and eat them without any ingredients, and they are very sweet and delicious!"

Then he was scolded by his parents: "Okay, you skipped school again and went to the river to play! If I don't clean you up today, Lao Tzu will have your surname!"

The parents had already rolled up their sleeves with a straight face and were about to smoke someone, and the partial bear child was still dying, so he straightened his neck and retorted, "You and I are not surnamed Cheng yet!"

"I'll kill you...... the parent slapped him down, and was stopped by the villagers next to him, and persuaded him, "Little child, don't be sensible, go home and educate, this ...... It's still in a meeting!"

The village chief coughed violently twice, and shouted loudly: "Quiet! Give me silence! What are you tossing around! Don't let people talk about it!" and then looked at He Yan with an apologetic face.

The river that the little boy said was the river in front of Cheng Qiao's old house, and the river beach became wider and shallower downstream, exposing the stones below, and the shallowest place was no more than the ankle. When Cheng Qiao was a child, he often went there to play with his friends in the village, picking up pebbles, playing in the water, and then catching small fish as the teenager just said.

The bamboo basket is placed diagonally on the stone, and the opening side is lowered into the water, and when the small fish swim in a swarm, a few of them will crash into the basket by themselves.

The fish is the size of a palm, and after it is cooked, it is enough for the children to share one each.

He Yan said: "This is very interesting. ”

"Huh, is this the specialty?" someone in the crowd suddenly brightened, "Does my family's unique brewing technique count?"

"If your family counts, my family's ancient oil extraction technique must also be counted?"

The villagers' minds were opened up at once, and they all reported what unique skills they had at home, and the atmosphere became lively.

Seeing this, the village party secretary glanced at He Yan gratefully and waved his hand, "Okay, that's all for today's meeting, let's disperse." When I go back in the evening, I think about it, and tomorrow I will come to the village committee to register. ”

He Yan blinked skillfully, as if begging for praise.

Cheng Qiao was not stingy, smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

He Yan originally wanted to have a good time with her, but when the crowd dispersed, he found that Cheng Qiao had taken his grandfather back to the new house. He was disappointed and led the golden retriever dog back to the old house alone, waiting left and right to wait for Cheng Qiao to come back, and when he was about to become Wangfu Shi, he received a message from her: If you don't come back tonight, you will spend the night in the new house.

He Yan's face suddenly darkened, and he lay alone on the huge bed, deeply understanding what it means to be "lonely and empty." ”

In the early morning of the next day, without waiting for a certain woman to return, the anxious President He personally went to the new house to ask, only to learn that Cheng Qiao pulled Yan Bo up the mountain early in the morning to select the site for the second phase of the project, and the president had to drive away from Chengjia Village to the company with regret.

Besides, Cheng Qiao's side, the early spring morning was still cool, and there was a thin layer of white mist in the mountains and forests, and when the two of them went up to the top of the mountain, they happened to meet the sunrise, and a round of red sun rose from the east, dyeing most of the sky red. Standing on the top of the mountain, with your arms outstretched, breathing in the fresh morning air, it seems that the whole person feels refreshed.

Yan Bo pointed to the tip of the inch-long young grass that had just emerged on the hillside and asked, "Qiao Mei, why did you grow so many weeds?"

"What a weed, it's lavender! It's pretty in May when it's in bloom. Cheng Qiao closed his eyes and imagined the beautiful sea of purple lavender flowers in early summer.

The seeds were sprinkled on the hillside when she planted cherries last year, and she didn't ask someone to take care of them like she managed the cherry grove, but she didn't expect them to germinate this spring, and they seemed to grow quite quickly.

"This looks like lavender, I think it's a dog's tail. Yan Bo quipped in disbelief.

"Die!" Cheng Qiao glared at him, raised his hand to whip him, Yan Bo hurriedly dodged.

The two quarreled, and after a while, they finally remembered what they were doing.

Cheng Qiao pointed to an open wasteland in front of him and asked, "What do you think of that land?"

"Backed by the mountains, facing the valley, the orientation is not bad......," Yan Bo replied, and at some point there was an extra compass in his hand, "This is due south...... The Yang Mansion sits in the south and faces north, and the gate opens on the opposite side......" as he spoke, his feet moving with the rotation of the compass pointer.

"Hey, I said spinach, when are you going to be a god stick! Who are you fooling with a compass, it's all superstition!" Cheng Qiao poked at his regression.

"How can Feng Shui be superstition! This is a treasure handed down by our ancestors, can you understand the I Ching gossip?" Yan Bo shouted.

Cheng Qiao shook his head, "How can I understand such an esoteric book as the Book of Changes?"

Yan Bo put on an unteachable expression, "You still study architectural design, don't you know the theory ......of architectural feng shui?"

"......" Cheng Qiao couldn't help but roll his eyes.

After a big circle around the top of the mountain, he finally circled the land for cultivating the vegetable and fruit paradise, and waited for Yan Bo to organize people to start construction.

Cheng Qiao reminded him: "There is a lot of rain in spring, I'm afraid I have to press the schedule well, don't delay it at that time."

Yan Bo was a little absent-minded, his two eyes stared at the cherry grove not far away, and said with a straight hand: "It's the end of February, March, April, and May...... The cherries should be ripe!" said him, and the seeds were about to flow.

"......" Cheng Qiao was really speechless this time, and he couldn't wait to whip him to death.

Yan Bo felt the killing intent emanating from her body, immediately retracted his gaze, wiped the corners of his mouth, and promised solemnly: "Qiao Meizi, what did you just say?