Once Hong Tao is stained, don't think about getting out of the stomach without emptying the goods in your stomach. For the next three hours, the two of them watched a large field of sailing yachts on the dock, blowing the cold and watery wind, drinking and chatting.

By the time Hong Taozhi got up to leave triumphantly, the wine putty had already collapsed on the bench unconscious. He drank one of the two bottles of wine, and Hong Tao also drank one bottle. But what he didn't know was that most of Hong Tao's bottle of wine was secretly spilled, so he was the one who got drunk in the end.

In order not to let the taste of wine in his mouth cause disgust to others, after all, it is rude to drink like this at noon, Hong Tao found a café by the lake, asked for lunch and coffee, and analyzed the information he got while eating.

This drunk is interesting, he is a Greek refugee, he has been here for five years, and he has not yet been naturalized. So what does he live on? Two words, chopping wood!

It is not possible in the big cities, but in the small towns and villages, especially in the mountains of southern Germany, eastern France, Austria and Switzerland, it is not only possible, but necessary.

It's not that people here can't afford to burn gas or oil, but they don't feel the need or get used to it, so they like to burn the fireplace with wood in the winter.

Anyway, the trees here are all over the mountain, and even if they are not cut, they will naturally wither, and they will be wasted on the mountain, so it is better to burn them as firewood to make room for the small saplings to get the necessary sunlight.

As for whether all the trees on the mountains will be cut down, just like the bald mountains in the country, on this issue the European countries have not crossed the river by feeling the stones. Judging from the results, it should not, and this custom has not lasted for several years or more than ten years, and there are many trees on the mountain.

All this is also thanks to the overall planning of the national government, and not everyone can cut down trees, but must have a cutting certificate issued by the government, in the specified area, according to the specified number, and cut down the trees that meet the regulations.

Every year, each village and town issues a certain number of cutting permits, and whoever wants to apply for it has to pay the local government.

But the Swiss are so rich that they just want to burn and don't want to be tired, and no one comes to buy the annual cutting permit, which not only has the price of firewood skyrocketed, but also affected everyone's winter heating.

What should we do? The government has no money to hire people to cut firewood in the mountains anyway, let alone the right to demand that people switch to coal or oil. But they can find people from somewhere else who are willing to chop wood, who are the immigrants and refugees who want to come to live in Switzerland.

One of them was the drunken cat, who lived here on the condition that he cut enough firewood every winter to sell it to the local population. The government doesn't care how much you want to sell, anyway, if it's expensive and no one buys it, you have to get out.

Every year from October, the drunken cat drove around the hillside on a mountain bike and chainsaw that he had bought with a loan, cutting down the diseased, withered and half-withered trees, and then cutting them into sections and pulling them down the mountain.

Then use a cutter to sawn firewood, pile it on both sides of the road into the mountain, poke a wooden sign, write the contact number and price, go home and wait for someone to order.

Does anyone buy it? It has to be, and the firewood will be sold out very quickly, and the price is quite attractive. Every year, he only needs to cut down for three months, working four hours a day, five days a week, and basically cut the number of cutting permits.

With this income, he and his wife were able to rent a four-bedroom, two-bathroom, detached house with a front and rear yard and garage in the town, and they could eat and drink and send their two children to school.

But he only works for three months a year, and what about the rest of the time? There is really nothing to do, because he has no skills, he can't even repair chimneys and fireplaces, and he is not as good as his wife, who can go to work in other people's family hotels.

There was food, drink and housing, so he waited for enough time to apply for naturalization, and he had nothing to do on weekdays, and he couldn't find a group to communicate with, so he simply became friends with wine.

Hong Tao is also in a hurry, he is on the west slope of the hill to chop firewood to sell, every winter to pass by Jiang Zhuyi's house for several months, but also every year for the hotel to send firewood, so Jiang Zhuyi's family changes and development has a lot of say.

When Jiang Zhuyi didn't come, there were only three floors of a hotel on that land, but the property did not belong to the occupants, which means that the young man who received Hong Tao and his parents were not the owners of the house, they also worked for others, and it was not clear who the drunken cat was.

Since it's not your own house, you definitely don't have much energy, and the real owner doesn't seem to care much about it, so although the hardware facilities of this hotel are good in the town, the business has not been good. The main reason is that there is a shortage of manpower, and if the young man does not come back, it is impossible to provide high-quality services by relying on his parents alone.

However, Jiang Zhuyi changed a lot as soon as he came, first building a large house on the vacant land behind the hotel, and at the same time, the hotel began large-scale renovation. Then the young man quit his job in the city and ran back to the countryside to help his parents run the hotel, and four or five waiters and cooks came to report at the same time.

Just when everyone thought that the owner of this hotel was going to regain his strength, the price marked by the hotel made everyone a little dizzy. Tineema is so tall that even wealthy Swiss hurriedly cover their wallets, and whoever comes to live is a fool.

But the actual situation surprised the residents of the town, after the hotel was renovated, not only did there really be guests, but there were also a lot of fools. On weekends, all the cars parked here are with Swiss, French, Italian, German, Austrian license plates, and from time to time Dutch and Belgian license plates.

As for why these people come all the way here to spend the weekend, and they have to be slaughtered, outsiders don't know very well. The only thing they know is that these people are not ordinary people, they are either rich or expensive.

And it is not without their benefit to everyone that they come here for a vacation, shops, casinos, yacht clubs, and high-end restaurants have all benefited, and the residents of the neighborhood have not had time to rejoice, and no one has objected at all.

"I guess it's not a good thing, where is there a hotel that doesn't like guests, it turns out to be selling dog meat with a sheep's head, this is the second Karl Burg!"

Why did these people come so far to be slaughtered, others can not know, Hong Tao must understand. Isn't this Jiang Zhuyi's usual method, he was like this in Karl Fort in his previous life, but he still changed the soup and not the medicine in this life, but he just changed the location.

The hotel is just a cover for Jiang Zhuyi, in order to make the situation of the family full of friends seem more reasonable. It's no better than in China, and if the neighbors around you don't think you're fit to live here, whether your friends are royals or wealthy businessmen, they can legally get you out. The local government didn't dare to let go of half a fart, and had to help catch up.

But she didn't want to really run a hotel to welcome tourists from all over the world all day long, so she deliberately set the price very high. In this way, except for her rich friends, naturally no one wants to come to live.