After driving the old man back to the villa and parking the car in the yard, Zhang Song and Old Man Fang got out of the car, at this time the snow had stopped, and the yard was cleaned.

Entering the villa, Song Jia and the others were still busy, and when they saw Old Man Fang coming, Song Jia and Wang Haiyan both said hello to him, Old Man Fang also smiled and said hello to them, saw the hemp walnuts on the ground, picked up two curiously, and after playing with them in his hand for a while, he said with a smile: "Where did you get so many four-seater lion heads." ”

Although Old Man Fang doesn't often finish playing walnuts, he still understands a little, and he can see that the four building lion heads on the ground are among the hemp walnuts, which belong to the rare varieties of hemp walnuts.

He was very surprised in his heart, because the lion heads in the four buildings are more precious, and it is difficult to see them in the market in Songjiang, and Zhang Song now has thousands of them on the ground, so he naturally does not know that Zhang Song has millions of hemp walnuts in his hands, and there are more than 10,000 pairs of hemp walnuts that have been prepared.

Zhang Song replied: "I have contracted some trees in the capital, and I have a small bet, and my luck is not bad, they are all quite big." ”

Old man Fang was surprised: "Bet on the green skin." ”

Hearing Old Man Fang's words, Zhang Song knew that Old Man Fang understood something, but he nodded and didn't say anything more, saying more and making more mistakes, less saying and less wrong, seeing that Zhang Song didn't speak, Old Man Fang didn't ask anything more.

"Uncle Fang, let's go up to the living room on the second floor and sit, I'll make you a pot of tea."

"Okay."

Taking Old Man Fang up to the second floor, Zhang Song took out a box of tea leaves from Qingmu Cave, made a pot of tea, and poured a cup for Old Man Fang and himself.

After taking a sip of tea, Old Man Fang said; "It's still your hair tip that tastes good, but I don't drink it at home, my nephew brought me a few boxes of special grade Duyun hair tips a few days ago, and the taste is not as good as your hair tips."

Zhang Song smiled: "Uncle Fang, you like to drink." When you're gone, I'll bring you a few boxes back. ”

After a bumper harvest in the past few months, there are now two or three thousand boxes of tea leaves in Aoki Cave, all of which have been fried by Zhang Song, and these tea leaves can be stored well in Aoki Cave, and Zhang Song does not have to worry about them becoming old tea. Affected the taste. Zhang Song, who had saved so much tea, was also worried, and didn't know what to do, but now since Old Man Fang likes to drink it, he will give him more.

After drinking a pot of tea, Zhang Song and Old Man Fang went downstairs, walked around the courtyard of the villa, and saw the greenhouse next to the villa, Old Man Fang asked, "Boy Zhang, what does that greenhouse do?" ”

Zhang Song said: "Those who plant hemp walnut trees. I bought forty hemp walnut trees from outside, and planted them all inside, Uncle Fang, let me take you over to have a look. ”

Out of the yard, into the greenhouse, saw that the trees planted here are all ten meters high, Old Man Fang said: "Zhang boy, you really have ideas." ”

Zhang Song smiled. did not respond to Old Man Fang's words, Old Man Fang naturally understood the price of hemp walnut trees. also knew that the Northeast was not suitable for planting hemp walnut trees, so no one dared to plant them, but now Zhang Junyan actually used a greenhouse to plant hemp walnut trees.

Coming out of the greenhouse. After another turn on Wuyu Mountain, among the fruit trees planted by Zhang Song, only the grapevines needed to be kept warm for the winter, but these jobs were done, and Jiang Ying and they were not working. Zhang Song gave them a long vacation a few days ago, Jiang Ying returned to Songjiang City, and the workers who worked also went home, and now there is no one on Wuyu Mountain.

After a lap, he came to the Wuyu River in the back mountain from the gravel path on the mountain, and when he saw the river surface that had begun to freeze, Old Man Fang said depressedly: "Everything is good here in Songjiang, but the river will freeze in winter, and there is no place to fish, if I am not used to living in Songjiang, I want to go to the south for a while." ”

Fishing is Old Man Fang's biggest hobby, and now he can't fish, so he is naturally idle, otherwise he wouldn't have come with Zhang Song.

Zhang Song said with a smile: "There is a custom of fishing in winter in Xinxing Village, and when they start fishing, Uncle Fang, you will come and have a look." ”

Old man Fang said happily: "Yes, I will definitely take a look at it then." ”

Winter fishing needs to wait for the river surface to be completely frozen, and people make holes on the river surface to fish, which is a characteristic of Northeast China, especially the ethnic minorities in northern Xinjiang, who prefer winter fishing.

The Wuyu River is not big, only the people of Xinxing Village come to fish, if the villages near the big river carry out winter fishing, it can attract a lot of tourists, and there are all kinds of people who like to eat fish, the fish caught in winter are clean, and the taste is good, especially the fish in the river, the taste is very delicious.

At this time, the Wuyu River has only begun to freeze, and the river has not completely frozen, so if you want to fish, you need to wait until December. Li Peng told Zhang Song about this matter a few days ago, and he kept it in his heart and told Old Man Fang about it today.

It was already noon when they walked around and returned to the villa, Wen Yujuan and the others went home for dinner, Song Jia and Wang Haiyan had already prepared a meal, waiting for Zhang Song and them to come back.

After a while, Hou Bin came back, saw that Old Man Fang was also at home, and said with a smile: "Uncle Fang, you are here." ”

Old man Fang nodded: "Hou boy is back." ”

After Hou Bin chatted with Old Man Fang for a few words, Song Jia shouted in the kitchen: "It's time to eat, Zhang Song came over to help serve the food." ”

Zhang Song stood up and said, "Boss, you accompany Uncle Fang to the table first, and I will help Jiajia and her sister-in-law serve the food, and by the way, I will bring some wine back." ”

After Zhang Song finished speaking, he entered the kitchen, and after helping Song Jia and Wang Haiyan finish serving the dishes, Zhang Song came out with two jars of wine, and after opening them, he poured them for Old Man Fang and Hou Bin respectively.

Song Jia also took out a bottle of wine and drank it with Wang Haiyan, this is a wine made by Zhang Song, although it is not on the market, but Zhang Song asked Lingquan Winery to help fill some and take it back to drink it himself or give it as a gift.

Seeing the wine that Song Jia took out, Old Man Fang asked curiously, "Boy Zhang, is this your own wine?" ”

As for why Old Man Fang was curious, the main Zhang Song had the word Lingquan written on this bottle of wine, and when he saw it, he knew that it was produced by Lingquan Winery, but why had he never seen this kind of wine on the market.

Since Old Man Fang learned about Lingquan wine, he paid great attention to the wine produced by Lingquan Distillery, and often bought some for his old comrades-in-arms to drink, so he knew what wine Lingquan Distillery had produced so far, but he had never seen or even heard of wine from Lingquan Winery.

Zhang Song explained with a smile: "This is the wine I made, it is not on the market yet, it is estimated that it will be on the market next year, but the wine has been made, and the wine is made in oak barrels, so it is inconvenient to take it, so I will pretend to be a private person and pour some for myself to drink." ”

Zhang Song let people fill hundreds of bottles in total, all of which were divided between Zhang Song and Zhang Junyan, after Zhang Zihao knew, he also divided more than ten bottles, Zhang Song gave some to relatives and friends, and now there are less than a hundred bottles left at home, usually Song Jia and Wang Haiyan drink, Zhang Song rarely drinks. (To be continued......)