Unconsciously it has been more than three months since I traveled to ancient times, and the full spring has quietly receded, and Songcheng ushered in the middle of summer.

Although this small county town is a poor and remote country, the good thing is that the environment is warm in winter and cool in summer. In modern times, the weather in July has long made the heat unbearable for Blue Star, but it is not much hotter than spring, and it is really a good place to escape the heat.

When Lan Xing'er walked into the yamen, Jun Mochen was sitting cross-legged on a chair and munching on a piece of watermelon, and the clothes on his body were already N holes, and he could be the spokesperson of migrant workers in modern times.

"You see the clothes on your body are almost cobwebs, why don't you wear the new clothes you bought last time? Where does your dignity still look like a county official? Lan Xing'er looks like he hates iron but not steel.

Jun Mochen raised his head from the watermelon and said, "I still pointed to that dress and went out to support the façade, what should I do if I wear it dirty?" ”

Lan Xing'er was simply defeated by him to the point of speechlessness, but this was not what made her the most entangled, and the thought of having to pay silver for a few days this month made her even more sad: "Look at you, a few days ago, you were like a beggar wandering around the city without doing your job, and today you are staying at home like a migrant worker, and you will be paid silver in a few days, is it possible that you are going to steal and rob it?" ”

Jun Mochen raised his head, his eyes were full of puzzlement and ignorance: "What is a migrant worker?" When he said this, he still had a few watermelon seeds stuck to his mouth.

Lan Xing'er glanced at him angrily, then sighed heavily, sat down next to Jun Mochen, and looked like he was slumped: "The imperial court is really unreliable, it has been a long time since we have been paid, and if this continues, not only will the officials choose to change jobs because they are starving to death, but even our yamen will go out of business in a short time." ”

"Eh, you say, why is the security in this Song City so good, except for that Yang Kun, I really haven't found anything illegal and undisciplined, if we continue like this, we will have inertia, and we will grow hair on our bodies over time." Lan Xing'er didn't have the heart to deal with Jun Mochen, and muttered to herself.

Jun Mochen smiled when he heard the latter words, then threw the watermelon peel aside and patted Lan Xing'er on the shoulder with a dirty hand: "Don't worry, girl, I won't let the yamen go out of business, let alone let you have nothing to eat." ”

Lan Xing'er swept Jun Mochen's face with a suspicious look, and suddenly felt that his serious appearance really moved her heart, but she didn't expect him to be so righteous, just one sentence made Lan Xing'er's whole body warm.

Next......

Jun Mochen recruited all the people of Songcheng, and also let Lan Xing'er witness the fact that this person is unreliable, because at this time, Jun Mochen was standing on the temporary platform and said that his eyebrows were dancing, and the meaning was changed thousands of times, which was summarized in one sentence, that is, he wanted the people of Songcheng to unite and inspire Songcheng to become a small tourist county integrating tourism, vacation and farmhouse.

Although the people in the audience loudly praised each other with red faces, which made Lan Xinger feel that Jun Mochen seemed to be engaged in pyramid schemes, this positive atmosphere also mobilized her emotions immediately, and she wrote a propaganda slogan that made people's blood boil with a stroke of the pen: "Traveling to Songcheng, my waist is not sore, my legs are not painful, I can go up to five floors in one breath, hello, I am good, he is better!"

In only three days, the people of Songcheng took advantage of their geographical advantages to build souvenir shops, small restaurants and small hotels, and Jun Mochen also sent the yamen to distribute leaflets everywhere for carpet publicity, probably this novel approach made the ancient people feel very fresh and exciting, and for a time the obscure Songcheng became lively, and the people's wallets were bulging, so they naturally paid more taxes to the yamen, so they returned to the good days when Lan Xinger had meat to eat and drink.

Looking at the thriving situation in Song City, Lan Xing'er smiled like a high-spirited frog, and then looked at the propaganda slogan he wrote was majesticly hung on the city tower by Jun Mochen, the degree of tooth leakage became more and more obvious, and he turned his head and smiled and said to Jun Mochen, who was standing with his hands in his hands: "How do you know that Songcheng is suitable for tourism?" ”

Jun Mochen glanced at her: "You really want me to be full of food and nothing to do when I slipped out of the street some time ago?" ”

"Isn't that what it is?" Lan Xing'er asked rhetorically.

"Actually, I'm hungry."

"Huh?" Lan Xing'er had an expression of disbelief.

"Oh, no, no, no, I'm looking for a business opportunity. You see that the geographical location of this Song city is unique, warm in winter and cool in summer and the climate is pleasant, there is a naturally formed waterfall on the other side of the mountain, and under the waterfall is a variety of fruit trees planted by some people. There is a natural river under the mountain, and it is so interesting to build a few small boats to enjoy the scenery on it! Jun Mochen's eyes showed longing, a look of incomparably yearning.

Lan Xing'er followed the direction Jun Mochen pointed to, and looked at a field of colorful purple and red fruits, which was really dizzying.

Jun Mochen was amused by Lan Xing'er's gluttonous appearance, smiled and wiped the saliva from the corners of her mouth and continued: "Make use of these, just to meet the idea of dignitaries and nobles to take this place as the best tourist destination and summer resort, although it is 108,000 miles away from the capital, but it is the only way to enter Beijing, I have applied to the imperial court to allocate silver taels for the development of water tourism, and it will not be long before this place will be famous throughout the country." When the time comes, look at the shopkeeper who washes his feet and dares to look down on me! Jun Mochen snorted coldly.

Jun Mochen's lofty ambition suddenly became tall in Lan Xing'er's heart, but the last sentence was all about a dog talking......

The days have returned to the normal track, since Jun Mochen successfully built the tourism industry in Songcheng, Songcheng seems to have a lot of matchmakers overnight, and they are about to level the threshold of the yamen.

But since the skillful Mrs. Wang went to the yamen to say that the matchmaker was put croton powder in the teacup by Lan Xing'er, and went back to pull her belly for half a month, she was as thin as a monkey, and almost no one dared to propose marriage again.

Unexpectedly, today Lan Xing'er met a powerful master, as soon as he entered the house, he didn't drink tea or eat pastries, and sat motionless on the chair with a straight face like a hairy zombie.

Regardless of Lan Xing'er's several times of approaching each other, Lan Xing'er felt very bored, and was embarrassed to drive people away directly, so he could only stare at the matchmaker, just when Lan Xing'er hesitated to make some small moves, Jun Mochen came back.

Only then did the matchmaker show a smiling face, like a huge chrysanthemum. followed Jun Mochen's ass and talked about the girl's situation like a Tang monk chanting scriptures, the content is rich, and the plot is full of twists and turns.

However, the sentence summed up by Lan Xing'er is: The girl outside Wang Yuanwai has taken a fancy to him, if he agrees to this family business, he can not only get the best villa in Songcheng, several luxury carriages, and countless jewels and gold and silver jewelry, but also make him an official.

These tempting conditions made Lan Xing'er's poor little heart crumble for a while, I didn't expect the conditions of the ancient civil servants to be so good, and a single member was so generous, so that she, a white-collar worker with a hundred taels of silver a month, was not even qualified to play soy sauce, she stroked the hair on her forehead sadly, and the 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in her mind, and they all had a painful expression!