The results of the seven-day scenic spot are also a bit crazy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In addition to more than 3,000 tourists on the first day, it easily rose to more than 10,000 tourists in a single day, and the ancient post station of Fengtu Lao Cai generated a total turnover of more than 5 million.

Although compared with the previous karst cave hot spring scenic spots, this turnover is not worth mentioning.

Compared with this is a pristine ecological scenic spot that has only invested more than one million yuan in repairs, and the turnover of more than five million yuan is mainly all kinds of food, souvenirs and accommodation, which are evenly distributed to local residents and tourism companies in various households, and the annual income of town residents in previous years is estimated to be less than that in these seven days!

There was a grandmother at the corner of the street who just cut and cooked the most worthless potatoes in the mountains, took them to the side of the road the next day, fried them in a pan again, mixed them with chili noodles, divided them into a small bowl and sold them for two yuan, and sold them for 5,000 yuan in seven days!

There is also a farmer next to the town, every day to carry a basket of sweet potatoes to the roadside to cook and sell for two to five yuan a piece, the whole holiday sold more than 7,000 yuan, if these sweet potatoes are brought to the market, it is good to sell a hundred and eighty yuan, more can only be chopped and fed to pigs!

There are all sorts of stories throughout the town, and it's clear that the town of Terroir, a small mountain town that has always been quiet, has been thrilled by the lucrative rewards of tourism, and if it weren't for the sacrifice of the female assistant, there might have been people setting off firecrackers in the streets every day.

It was the mother who came to remind her every day that all these gains were based on the pain of others.

This feeling of being obviously happy but deliberately forbearance made the whole town pay attention to this mother.

Because in the past seven days, not only the old streets of Fengtu Town have been full of tourists, but the number of people who come to meet Yang Qiulin has also increased every day.

All kinds of middle-aged and elderly people wearing military uniforms and civilian clothes, as well as young men and women dressed gorgeously, arrived at Fengtu Town in vehicles of different grades and styles, and most of the vehicles with military license plates could only be parked one by one along Qi Weiguo's military vehicles to the mountain road outside the only street in the town, and only those full-time drivers could fill a restaurant when they were eating.

If it weren't for the ubiquity of military personnel, and the number of tourists already rushing to dilute the density of these people, it would have been surprising.

Some people came to visit and left, some people lived in the big tents set up one after another, no one came to greet Shi Jianren, in fact, except for Yang Qiulin, there were not many people with a hateful attitude towards him, it is really compared to the level that these people see, such a deputy director of the township management committee is not worth mentioning, and it may be because the people who come are basically related to the military, almost no one has ever greeted the local government, so even the city does not know that so many people have come, otherwise those old military uniforms with crutches trembling and trembling, and the old tears have to comfort Yang Qiulin, it is enough to make people worry。

Shi Jianren didn't worry, in addition to urging Fu Yulin to do a good job in summarizing the entire tourism company, comprehensively improving the economic benefits of the Laojie tourist attractions, and to develop benignly and steadily, he went to the glutinous rice cake shop next door to the bean curd rice shop to buy a few pieces of dry food, and bought two large bottles of bottled mineral water, and went to the river. The motorboat has stopped searching, not that the Qi family can't afford to pay this money, but after the flood has receded, except for the water between the two rows of jumpers in the basin of this town, the other parts have returned to the clear and translucent condition that is so docile that it is only knee-deep, and the draft of the assault boat cannot run in this water, so except for a few rubber boats that are still doing their duty, most of the others have been withdrawn.

So Shi Jianren planned to row the bamboo rafts of the tourism companies that Fu Yulin and they did.

These days, taking a bamboo raft to tour the crystal clear river, jumping from above to below, a one-way trip of less than 500 meters is five yuan, and four newly made bamboo rafts are said to earn more than 30,000 yuan!

On weekdays, the bamboo that can only rot at the water's edge can produce such a big benefit, the people in the town are stunned, some people want to make bamboo rafts themselves, and they are banned by the tourism company, only allowing these four bamboo rafts to operate in a small water, but they can pay management fees and rent them to each family to do, so today it is suspended in the town office hall presided over by Fu Yulin for bidding, and there are a series of various project bidding, and the enthusiasm is very high.

But Shi Jianren didn't care about this, he really didn't want to make money, but after paving this road and making everyone realize the considerable profit benefits, he could be regarded as having completed this stage of work, and he could relax and go down the stone steps that were no longer moss to the riverbank.

On both sides of the stone strips, there are slopes that are paved with stone strips up to the water, which were used to wash clothes by the small river in ancient times, and now a large group of people are standing there, facing a large piece of incense and candles offering fruit and a black and white framed memorial portrait, Qi Xuejiao's photo.

Today is the first seven.

I don't know what kind of special significance the number seven has, the West sets the week as seven days, and the funeral customs in the East have the first seven and the like, thinking that the soul of the deceased will return home on the seventh day, so the day of the memorial is usually at this time, and a table of food is set to welcome the soul.

To calculate carefully, really regard the time of disappearance as Qi Xuejiao's sacrifice time, the first seven should be yesterday, but because of the seven days of the holiday, even this small platform by the water is crowded, and the power is smoking, at this time, to get everyone away, it is estimated that it is also necessary to make a big mess, so it has been moved to the present.

Qi Weiguo hasn't had much contact with Shi Jianren these days, and now he is wearing an army uniform and holding his mother with a solemn face, standing side by side next to the memorial statue, accepting the worship of others passing in front of him, and then shaking hands in response.

Shi Jianren was still on the steps when he saw a neatly folded military uniform in front of the memorial photo frame, and now there was a bright red flag unfurled on the wreath behind, thinking that Qi Xuejiao was indeed killed to save other children, and he was indeed worthy of a martyr or other titles.

But Shi Jianren didn't go over, he walked on the jump pedal after a glance from a distance, and he had to pull the nearly ten-meter-long bamboo raft over the jump pedal by himself, which took a lot of effort!

The ancients were really smart, for such a small river that was almost knee-high and waist-deep for almost all the years, rather than making great efforts to build bridges, it was better to use stone piers to arrange them in the river, and leave a foot wide flowing water in the middle of each three-foot square stone pier to form a jump, which can not only allow people to cross the river calmly, but also effectively block the river to form a little bit of flowing water scenery in the waters of the town.

It's just that the bamboo raft is also blocked in it, and Shi Jianren wants to go down the river, so he can only drag it by himself.

Fortunately, the deputy director, who seemed to have a very good background and should be pampered, just took off the jacket on his body and hung it on a few bamboo chairs on the bamboo raft, and began to return to his old business as a stick, tense his tendons and flesh to lift the bamboo raft out of the water and rest on the jumper, and then with the power of the water, he pulled the bamboo raft up little by little, slid over the stone pier and turned over to the other side, a little slow, but not very tired, and he didn't say to find someone to help.

His behavior was actually in the upper reaches of the memorial crowd, everyone turned their backs to him and was facing the picture, it can be said that only Qi Weiguo, who had a serious face, could see it, but Yang Qiulin, who had been teary-eyed, bowed his head and only shook hands with people, raised his head somehow, and saw the young man at a glance, who was still in a state of etiquette, immediately became a lot more crazy, shook off his son, screamed and rushed towards Shi Jianren, rushed up and jumped on the pedal in a few steps, and jumped on the stone pier with a somewhat unsteady pace, in fact, the main thing is to be well-maintained, calculating Qi Weiguo's age, Yang Qiulin should be over sixty years old, although he has not seen the white hair at the age of Huajia, but he sent away the black-haired daughter, I was sad for several days in a row, and I was already a little exhausted, Qi Weiguo hurriedly followed and supported his mother.

Then almost all the relatives from Pingjing heard Yang Qiulin rushing over desperately and grabbing Shi Jianren, of course, accompanied by a cry that made people cry: "Liar! You liar, you killed Qi Qi...... And lied to me that she was alive...... I'm going to kill you and give her her life, but you killed Qi Qi......"

All the relatives who came here to pay their respects to Qi Xuejiao would ask: "Why did Qi Qi appear in this remote village and town where birds don't poop?"

Then I got the response of my relatives: "It's not because I like a man, I accompany you to do public welfare here, who knows ......"

Listening to the scolding voice of Qi Xuejiao's mother, it looked like the man in a gray and black T-shirt, standing on the stone pier and pulling the bamboo raft vigorously, was like Chen Shimei.

Shi Jianren has offended too many people this time.