Now, Chen Lao and his granddaughter Dong Yue, plus this old man Zhang Chunming rents a house in his own house, and he has a rent of 4,005 a month, if you add living expenses, he can have about 10,000 yuan a month, which is a good income.

Dong Yue also decided to live in the village with her grandfather for a few months, mainly because her work was more flexible and she didn't need a fixed place. Speaking of which, this girl is still a peer with the previous Zeng Zhi, because she is also a writer. However, she writes online novels, and she has a lot of fame, which is very unexpected to Zeng Zhi, a girl with a background like her would choose to write online novels.

The two old men were in the courtyard, exercising while paying attention to their surroundings.

This is a typical old-fashioned courtyard house in the countryside, with a huge ginkgo tree in the middle of the yard to shade the sky. A hen is leading a group of chicks to dig the soil between the bluestone slabs, and from time to time one or two small insects are turned out, causing the chickens to scramble for a while, and it is very lively.

"This kind of small courtyard is already extinct in Jiangdu!" Chen Xiangyang did a chest expansion exercise and said with great emotion, "Don't say anything else, just rush to this environment, the prospects for the development of tourism here are really good!" ”

When I arrived at the village yesterday evening, it was the setting sun, and the whole village and the Nanwu Mountain in the distance were integrated, like a wonderful oil painting, which made the old man stunned. With his experience, experience and vision as a master of Chinese culture, he can naturally see the advantages of Zhongpai Township and Combined Village, as long as the problems of transportation, accommodation and catering are solved, Nanwushan will become a well-known tourist attraction in the country just around the corner.

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When the two of them practiced in the morning last night, they saw Zeng Zhi coming back in a small pickup truck.

Zeng Zhi greeted: "The two old men are early." ”

Zhang Chunming smiled and said: "Xiao Zeng, you are really early, and you went out before six o'clock, right?" ”

It turned out that the old man was woken up by the sound of Zeng Zhi starting the car in the morning. With the advent of summer, the sky is getting earlier and earlier, and Zeng Zhi set off early in the morning because he had to go home after delivering the food to prepare breakfast for his family and two elderly people, and it was about half past five when he drove out.

Zeng Zhi smiled and said to the second elder: "You guys sit down first, I'll cook breakfast, and it will be fine soon." ”

Zeng Zhi agreed to provide breakfast to the two old men and Dong Yue, also because there were only three of them, and they couldn't eat much, anyway, he was going to prepare three meals for his family of three, and as long as he added some appropriate portions to each meal, it would be almost the same.

Because of the addition of Chen Lao and the three, Zeng Zhi also followed the living habits of the people in the city, and prepared steamed buns and rice porridge for breakfast. The noodles had been reconciled before he went out in the morning, and the rice porridge had also been boiled in a pot at that time, and had been boiling over the fire for almost two hours. Now you only need to steam the steamed buns and start the meal.

When Zeng Zhi entered the door, he saw Dong Yue wearing pajamas, yawning, and walking out with a confused look. When this girl saw Zeng Zhi, her face turned red.

Zeng Zhi said hello to her, explained where she washed, and then went into the kitchen.

At eight o'clock, breakfast was served on time. The first time the two old people ate this kind of breakfast with peasant characteristics, it was still a food full of aura, and their appetites were open, and they ate an extra bun than usual, and drank half a bowl of rice porridge more.

"Mountain village wild tea, not a tribute!" After the second elder finished breakfast, he poured them a cup of hot tea.

After dinner yesterday, Zeng Zhi originally planned to make them a pot of his own tea, but who knew that Zhang Chunming offered treasure and wanted to make his fried tea, so Zeng Zhi didn't care about him.

"Good tea!" Chen Xiangyang took the teacup and sniffed it deeply, then gently sipped, and said involuntarily.

As a master of Chinese culture, Chen Xiangyang usually drinks good tea, but he never thought that in such a poor and remote place, he could actually encounter good tea with a long fragrance and a bitter and sweet taste.

In Chen Xiangyang's view, although these unknown camellias are not as good as the top Longjing before the rain, they are not far behind, and they are not inferior to the so-called top ten famous teas in China.

Dong Yue said with a smile: "Grandpa, I didn't lie to you, did I?" Brother Zeng Zhi's tea, it is very delicious. ”

Chen Xiangyang nodded and said with a smile: "You girl, you are indeed telling the truth. ”

After Zhang Chunming took a sip, he smiled and said: "Xiao Zeng, why does your tea taste like it has a special taste compared to the tea we fried yesterday." ”

"If you like it, drink more." Zeng Zhi said with a smile, but did not answer the words of the old man Zhang Chunming.

The tea they fried in the square in front of the village committee yesterday was only produced in the tea garden of Zeng Zhi's family, and it was also a second-course tea, and the taste was slightly worse than the spring tea earlier. But the tea I drink now is the tea produced by the Qinglian Secret Realm that Zeng Zhi has just fried in the past two days, this is a real spiritual tea, but it is not comparable to the camellia that has been slightly irrigated with some spiritual energy spring water.

Zhang Chunming saw that Zeng Zhi did not speak, and did not continue to ask.

Zeng Zhi didn't have anything to do today, so he simply accompanied the two old people in the courtyard to bask in the warm early summer sun, taste the fragrant camellia, talk about some interesting stories, and finally talked about antiques.

As a master of Chinese culture, Chen Xiangyang's understanding of antiques is obviously not comparable to Zeng Zhi, a young man who is a half-way monk. And Zhang Chunming also has good attainments in this.

inherited the Qinglian Secret Realm, and all kinds of ancient books, calligraphy and paintings, as well as ceramics and utensils in it, naturally became his private collection. Usually, Zeng Zhi stays at home alone, admiring the calligraphy and paintings of celebrities in the Qinglian Secret Realm, and there are few like-minded people to communicate with him. Now that I met Chen Xiangyang and Zhang Chunming, two antique lovers, I was naturally happy to see the hunt, and finally the tea tasting party became an antique appreciation meeting, and the venue was also moved into Zeng Zhi's study.

The out-of-print ancient books, precious porcelain, and authentic works of various celebrities in the study dazzled Chen Xiangyang and Zhang Chunming. From the eyes of the two of them, the antiques in the study are basically genuine, and a considerable part of them can be regarded as industry treasures.

"Xiao Zeng, what is the value of the antique calligraphy and paintings in this study, have you evaluated it?" Chen Xiangyang couldn't help but ask.

This is not Chen Xiangyang's greed, but as an antique lover, he is really worried that Zeng Zhi does not know the true value of these antiques, and the poor preservation will destroy these treasures of Chinese culture.

"I checked it on the Internet, and it's worth hundreds of millions!" Zeng Zhi locked the door of the study as usual and said.