Late summer and early autumn are the best seasons of the year. Although the residual temperature of summer is still there, you can still feel the coolness of early autumn in the morning and evening. Even the vicious sunlight seemed to be much gentler than usual, swaying graceful golden waves to pave the vast land with a layer of golden light!

Outside the city, the eyes were full of turquoise and golden, and the light purple and crimson mixed in with it...... All kinds of harvest beauties compete under this clear blue sky, adding a little vitality to this colorful autumn color. The rice fields on both sides of the path are full of peasants working everywhere, bending over and hunching their backs, working happily in this paddy field full of rice, giving hard work and reaping the joy of the year. Occasionally, rough tunes came from the rice fields, and gradually spread out. Drinking the fragrance of rice, flowers, and birds, it is a beautiful picture.

Nanfeng and Lan Yi shuttled through such a picture scroll.

Today's Lan Yi is dressed in a blue-blue robe, and the body of the robe is casually decorated with unrestrained white silk, just like the clouds walking in the blue sky, which is a beautiful match. A blue-blue hairband was tied around the hair tied high, and there were no white clouds, only the blue color, which floated freely on the back, chest, shoulders, and set off the unusually agile face. Holding a fan in his hand, the fan surface is very simple, so simple that he doesn't even bother to write a word. Only the pale golden strokes, with the white color. But this simplicity is very beautiful. The young man's eyes were full of greedy colors, admiring the scenery along the way without restraint, and from time to time he gently shook the fan in his hand.

It was a beautiful young man, a face that people could not forget at a glance. It's a pity that there is a slight flaw on that handsome face, which is also a pale cyan that complements the clothes, looming on the cheeks. That was the trace left by Feng Yao after he was accidentally injured, but Lan Yi's face was too perfect, although there was a little flaw, it still couldn't stop the heroic spirit on his face.

Nanfeng walked beside Lan Yi, compared to the personable demeanor of this rich kid, he was more like a follower. A grayish-brown coarse cloth robe, black boots, and a pointed straw hat on his head hid his face, which had become more and more swarthy after a summer. He followed behind Lan Yi, and everyone thought he was one of Lan Yi's subordinates.

"I said, young master, can we go faster? Like you, who takes square steps and shakes the fan, we may not be able to do anything today! Looking at Lan Yi, who looked like she was out for a walk, Nanfeng urged a little anxiously.

"Brother, what's the hurry, such a beautiful scenery, if you don't appreciate it well, wouldn't it be a tyrannical thing?" Lan Yi's eyes looked at this endless rice wave with expression, he had never seen such a bumper harvest, it was from the bottom of his heart.

Nanfeng looked helplessly along Lan Yi's line of sight, the young master in front of him was indeed rare and strange, he Nanfeng traveled south and north all year round, not to mention this rice field, even if it was a wheat field in the north, he didn't think it was rare.

"The scenery is beautiful, but we also have something we need to do, okay?" The south wind still doesn't understand the style of Lan Yi.

"If you like it, another day, another day, we will call Feng Yao to come out together, I can guarantee that she will be able to meet your requirements for enjoying this scenery." Nanfeng looked at Lan Yi with a wicked smile, Lan Yi suddenly made no secret of his displeasure, made a face, and his steps sped up a lot.

Just like Nanfeng said, Feng Yao is naturally happy about this tour, but because Xiao Zheng has already given the order, no matter how disobedient she is, she will never dare to make a mistake at this time, not to mention, there is only Fluttershy in the shop, and she is really busy, she is at least a helper. So I can only stay at the house with Fluttershy. There is another reason why Feng Yao gave up the idea of disobedience, that is, she is still a little awkward with Lan Yi now, and there is still a little bit of a small injury on that person's face, this injury is still there, and she will be more or less embarrassed.

Therefore, even if the temptation is so huge, Feng Yao is still missing in this outing.

It is true that Lan Yi and Nanfeng did not come out to play in the mountains and rivers today, they were deliberately looking for the spice producing area near the suburbs of Beijing, to be precise, Nanfeng came to do this. Because Lan Yi really hadn't seen it, he also wanted to learn more skills from Nanfeng, so he begged Nanfeng to take him out.

Since Zhong Shiwei drove away Xiao Zheng in the capital ten years ago, he started the business of selling rouge gouache and spices in Linglong Pavilion in the capital with the little craftsmanship he stole back then. Over the years, although the craftsmanship has not been good, the kung fu of the people is first-class. Whether it is in the palace or outside the palace, there are many people who have received the benefits of Zhong Shiwei. It is precisely because of this that his Linglong Pavilion is so famous in the capital.

Although a lot of wealth has been accumulated over the years, human nature has not changed in any way, and even better in some things.

Xiao Zheng also has his own spice manor, planting a variety of plants that may be needed by himself, with the development of the manor, more and more people are employed, from beginning to end, Xiao Zheng is extremely friendly to these individuals, and no one has any criticism of Xiao Zheng on the issue of treatment. Not only is Xiao Zheng himself friendly to people, but he also strongly requires all the managers of the manor to also have good intentions, and not to carry out any more oppression on those poor people! Therefore, almost all of Xiao Zheng's subordinates are his loyal supporters, and there are basically no two-hearted people.

But Zhong Shiwei is different, he started by fraud, and he has not changed his true colors for so many years, and it has intensified. For so many years, although Zhong Shiwei's Linglong Pavilion is inseparable from the spice plants used to make rouge, Zhong Shiwei does not have a piece of land of his own! All this stems from the fact that he is too shrewd, once these things are operated by themselves, it is bound to invest in the manpower, material and even financial resources, if God appreciates the face, this year is smooth and rainy, and it is considered to be complete, but once the ground is not connected, then he will lose all his money.

For this reason, every year during the spice harvest season, Zhong Shiwei will send his capable cadres to search everywhere, find those farmers who grow spices, and negotiate with them about some purchases, so as to obtain more spices at the minimum cost and seek the greatest benefits. Although no one wants to do the things that suffer losses, he is Zhong Shiwei, relying on the backer behind him, no one dares to offend him. Therefore, he can only eat Coptis chinensis dumbly, and can only sell the plants he has worked hard to plant to Zhong Shiwei.

The farmers were miserable, and they wanted to rely on this economic planting to bring extra income to their families, but they were so monopolized by Zhong Shiwei all the year round, and that extra income is now pitiful.

But Zhong Shiwei doesn't care about these, whether the harvest is good or bad, he doesn't care, he just wants high-quality crops!

I have to say that this year is a year of good weather and rain, and Zhong Shiwei is also in full swing to start his spice acquisition plan this year! But a plan is always a plan. For so many years, the suburbs of the capital, and even the farmers who are a little farther away seem to have formed a fait accompli, but if Zhong Shiwei refuses to buy, then others will not dare to take the first step, Zhong Shiwei did not make a price, as if there is no price in the spice market.

Therefore, the annual spice purchase is based on Zhong Shiwei's mood, he can harvest when he wants, and he can collect as much as he wants. It's a pity that his wishful thinking is a little bit poor this year, and he is not in a hurry, but others have already started first. This person who started first was Xiao Zheng!

It is true that Xiao Zheng does not need these spices, this is a rule for him to make rouge gouache and even spices for so many years. Mo Hui's rouge gouache and even spices, every plant used is completely from his own estate, and what he wants to control is that the entire fat powder and even spices are absolutely guaranteed from the beginning of production. This alone is something that Zhong Shiwei can never compare.

In the field full of the fragrance of rice, how can you walk quickly with Lan Yi, and the layers of wheat waves shake and bend the branches, as if celebrating the excellent harvest of the year in advance.

Seeing a dazzling red in the midst of the golden yellow, the camellia has already budded at this time, and it must be the harvest season in less than two days. Nanfeng and Lan Yi glanced at each other, and walked forward quickly.

"Old man, is this the camellia you planted?" Looking at an elder with a slightly hunched back in the field, Nanfeng asked. The old man turned around, his face was covered with traces of time, and his bronzed complexion was even better than that of the south wind. Looking at Lan Yi in front of him, a trace of horror and uneasiness flashed in his eyes, and he nodded again and again, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!" ”

"How do you sell these flowers?" Lan Yi picked one at random and put it in the palm of his hand, and let it pass over the skin of a baby gently.

"I'm sorry, these flowers already have a buyer!" Before the old man could speak, a young man stood up straight in a sea of flowers, and under the sun, the young man was coated with a layer of golden light, and the thin but strong body was wrapped in a light gauze robe, and the angular face was full of confidence and certainty.

Lan Yi cast a glance at the voice, and with just one glance, the robe on the young man's body left a deep impression on his mind. That's exactly the material that Qin Susu chose in his shop a few days ago, and asked him to cut and make it! Now it seems that the owner of the robe is the young man in front of him.

"Is that you?" Lan Yi wondered.