(Guarantee 2)

Feng Han didn't sleep well that night, but he was woken up by Xue Wang early in the morning, saying that his father had asked Feng Han to go over to discuss the matter of digging a well.

Looking at the watch, it was already more than eight o'clock, after talking to Han Wu last night, he chatted with Huan Huan a few more words, since the two had a deep understanding of each other, Su Huan never mentioned the breakup again, and now the two are reunited, but they still have a married identity.

There is food in the inn, all of which are local specialties, especially the dragon cherry beef, Feng Han ate a plate of beef, two baked cakes, a bowl of trumpet porridge, a tea egg, the beauty of the drop is very, and then a clove of garlic, fried.

I didn't see Su Su, but I heard Xue Wang say that she went shopping with the second elder, and she went on an empty stomach, so she was really angry.

When he arrived at the field, Feng Han saw that the village chief, Old Man Chen, and the master who drilled the well had arrived.

"Xiao Feng, look, how about digging a well here, this location is good. "Old man Chen is very experienced.

Feng Han shook his head and continued to walk forward, the well drill master pointed to the front, "It's quite suitable there~"

Feng Han turned a corner, went up to a dirt slope, and then drew a circle, "That's it!"

"Here?" the well drill master and Old Man Chen looked skeptical, this guy is very unprofessional.

Feng Han said: "I plan to use this soil slope to make an artificial waterfall at that time, and it is most suitable to dig a well here." ”

Oh oh oh, it seems to make some sense.

Then do it, the well master promises, he will see water within a week.

Feng Han has never been able to determine the specific location of the three pits, if he digs secretly, I'm afraid he won't be able to dig it out in a year, so he can only be so lucky.

If you're lucky, you can dig it at one time, and if you're unlucky, then dig a few more wells, and I can't do it at the big waterfall~

"Brother Wang, are you free?" Feng Han asked.

"No, I'm going back to the inn to perform. ”

"Then can you take me to Huashan? ”

"No, I said I wasn't available......"

"I don't have a driver's license, so I can't drive indiscriminately, otherwise I'll go by myself~" Feng Han pleaded.

"Okay~" Xue Wang said helplessly.

Feng Han had already asked just now, and Han Wu said that she would arrive in the ancient city almost in the afternoon, which means that she must still be descending the mountain in the morning.

From the ancient city to Huashan, it is less than 100 kilometers and can be reached by car in more than an hour.

When he arrived at the parking lot at the foot of the mountain, Feng Han asked Xue Wang to go back.

"Xiao Feng, are you here to climb the mountain, then your equipment is simple enough. ”

"Ha, I've heard for a long time that Huashan is steep, and people fall down every year, and the equipment can be picked up, so I'll be careful. ”

Saying goodbye to Xue Wang, Feng Han found a small restaurant, chose a seat with a window view of the parking lot, and ordered a few dishes casually.

He had asked, and everyone who went up the mountain had to park their cars here, so it must be right to wait here.

Today's tourists are extraordinarily large, although winter is not the peak season for Huashan tourism, but because of the martial arts conference, the martial arts lovers who came specially accounted for the majority.

In the small restaurant, the fat and thin people on the table next to Feng Han had just come down from the mountain, and they also talked about the grand occasion of the martial arts conference.

Feng Han deliberately approached others, "Two big brothers, when will the martial arts conference end?

One of the fat men was very enthusiastic and replied, "I'm afraid I can't catch up, the ropeway can only go from the east and west peaks, the martial arts conference is on the south peak, and it takes two hours to walk around in the mountain, and the martial arts conference will be over long ago, you, it's still a little late." ”

It's already noon now, Feng Han nodded, if Han Wu and the others want to come down after watching the excitement, it is estimated that they should be ready to go down the mountain at this time.

Feng Han asked again, "Why don't the two big brothers come down after watching today's show?"

The other party said that the martial arts conference would not end until two o'clock in the afternoon.

The thin man said coldly, "I have an appointment with a friend, so it's not good to be late." ”

The fat man was obviously much more enthusiastic, "Do you want to see martial arts writers, I'll sue you, wait here, you can see it soon, and when the time comes, be thick-skinned, just pounce over and ask for an autograph." ”

"Haha," Feng Han asked with a smile, "What writers are they?"

The fat man is obviously a martial arts fanatic, and he knows the names of these writers very well.

"There are Zhuge Xiaolangdi, Pi Keqiu, Stevenson, Teddison, Six-Seven-Seven, Nanbatian of the United States, as well as the dragon prawns of Australia, the prisoner of the Quartet, Owen Disson, the white-eyed old man of the new country, the first knife, the return of Fusang to the sea, and the Jin Li Pu of Goryeo ......"

"There are also martial artists in Fusang and Goryeo?"

"Why not, the market in their country is small, these two have learned Chinese culture since childhood, and they are both written in Chinese characters, plus some national characteristics, not to mention, they sell well. Mr. Fat said.

"What about our native writers?"

"The local ones are Jiang Diehe, Yunzhong Crane, Tu Zai, Dominatrix, Xuanyuan Chacha, and Dongguo Selling Meat. ”

Hearing so many strange names, Feng Han felt more and more that his reading was still not enough, even though he had now bought books with tens of thousands of dragon banknotes, he had never heard of most of these names.

Feng Han asked again, "Then are there any good-looking writers among these writers?"

Mr. Fat smiled, "Are you asking if there is any female writer who is more beautiful~"

"No, I'm asking if there are any male writers who are more handsome and attractive~"

I don't know if there is something wrong with my statement, Feng Han noticed that the thin gentleman obviously moved the chair back.

Mr. Fat is still pleasant, but he feels a little regretful, "Yes, Xuanyuan Chacha is handsome, male and female, and the crane in the clouds is also good-looking, and he is known as the prodigal son of the literary world." ”

Feng Han firmly remembered the names of these two, he knew that Han Wu was definitely a face-watching party, if he didn't look good, but he was talented, he was not afraid.

Seeing the fat and thin two leave, the number of people coming down from the mountain began to increase.

Obviously, the martial arts conference has come to an end, and Feng Han is even more intent.

The four girls have very good physical strength, they climb up the mountain, they climb down the mountain, they chose a different route from the mountain, and they started to go down in the morning.

This disappointed Yun Daxia.

Fortunately, Yun Zhonghe and the others, who came down by cable car, saw the group of four college students in the visitor center.

The sea of people, so many tourists, and fanatical book fans are surrounded, it is not easy to see, even if Han Wu is the best-looking, it is not so easy to be found, thanks to a bald girl in their team, it is really eye-catching!

Yun Zhonghe asked his senior brother Jiang Diehe to control the book lovers, and then ran over alone.

"This classmate, do you know where you're going next?"

"We ......" Chen Jingjing almost blurted out.

At the critical moment, he was stopped by Shi Yasong, "Master Yun, if we say where we are going, what will you do?"