After staying in Yunlai Village for a few days, Yang Zhishu summed up the following characteristics of Xianyun: First, the quality of the greenhouse is extremely high. The all-steel frame structure is 10000 times stronger than the greenhouse made of bamboo in my own village. Even a typhoon can last a long time. 2. All vegetable plots are not based on the family unit, but are all integrated together, and are divided and managed by the company. 3. Because of the fame of rice and fish, many small farmhouse restaurants have emerged in Xianyun Mountain, and tourism has gradually become a climate: in the golden autumn of October, the guests who come to Xianyun Mountain to taste the taste of rice and fish are crowded with small restaurants.

Yang Youzhi calculated that the income brought by tourists throughout October was at least three to five thousand per family.

He sighed: This money is equivalent to the income of the villagers in their village for a year.

Coupled with the staff of the seedling base who taught him advanced planting knowledge, Yang Zhishu sighed and gained a lot. More than two months later, he put on his bags and carried his face raised by Hongcun, and couldn't wait to rush back to his hometown in Gansu, put down his luggage and ran to the village.

There has just been an autumn rain, the rainfall and wind are heavier, and the simple greenhouses in the fields have fallen from side to side, and the vegetable seedlings in them are scattered.

When the villagers saw him, they all shook their heads and complained: "Branch secretary, take a look." We're busy again. ”

Yang Youzhi twisted his eyebrows: "How many times is this?" I said early and late, the quality of the greenhouse must be good. You just don't listen. ”

"Branch secretary, that high-quality greenhouse, it costs a lot of money!"

Yang Youzhi bent over and easily pulled out the bamboo pole that supported the greenhouse: "I'm going to Nanping this time." Eyes. Folks, we can't waste our land with this kind of shoddy greenhouse. ”

He looked up with a firm and powerful gaze: "We also want to build a steel greenhouse, not only that, but also build the best quality steel greenhouse!" ”

The villagers were stunned: Yang Zhishu ran to Nanping, was stimulated and went crazy? What is the sky-high price of the steel frame greenhouse!

"You don't have to worry about the price." Yang Youzhi took a breath, "We can borrow money from the bank - people in Yunlai Village do the same." However, our old-fashioned method of farming needs to be completely changed! ”

The villagers have not yet come to their senses, and Secretary Yang has already started his reform plan in a big way.

The original ridges between the fields were broken, and all the vegetable plots were re-planned and arranged by the village committee. The supporting facilities of the roads and canals in the village have also been designed by agriculture and forestry experts.

When the sturdy super greenhouses were erected, the rapeseed transported from Nanping also rushed to Gansu with professional senior seedlings.

Under the guidance of the nurseryman, the seedlings grow vigorously in the greenhouse, and the growth is gratifying. The villagers are smiling and looking forward to the day of the harvest.

Yang Youzhi looked at the planting industry in the village that was back on track, and was full of confidence: "In less than three years, our village's investment will definitely return to its original cost." ”

At the same time, in Luxu Town, Nanping, the aftermath of Han Xu's death did not gradually subside, but caused more trouble.

At the end of the year, Han Jiping appeared outside the gate of Tan Yuan with an old man with half-white hair.

is meeting Ling Mei, who came back to visit Aunt Tan during the winter vacation.

"Yo. Miss Siu. We meet again. ”

Han Jiping's eyes turned around on Ling Mei's beautiful coat and coffee-colored little boots, and returned to her white, tender and ruddy face: This chick is so fucking like, could it be that she wants to grab property from herself?

"This is Miss Xiao?" Although Han Zun is old, his facial features are upright, and he still maintains an elegant and elegant bearing. "You have been by Yueqiu's side to take care of her all these years, thank you very much."

Ling Mei guessed the identity of the old man, and asked coldly, "Who are you?" ”

Han Zun smiled and said, "I am Yueqiu's husband. ”

Rao is Ling Mei couldn't help but widen her eyes: This man is shameless!

Han Zun's face was ashamed: "Back then, I couldn't stand her." Now that we are all dying, it's time to sit down and settle the grievances of the year. ”

With a squeak, Tan Yuan's door opened. Qin Huali smiled at the door: "Ling Mei, just waiting for you-hey, who are?" ”

"Aunt Tan's ex-husband and son." Ling Mei said, "You inform Aunt Tan." During the Chinese New Year, Aunt Tan doesn't necessarily want to make herself unhappy. ”

Qin Hua frowned. She naturally knows something about Aunt Tan. Chong Han family's father and son said unhappily: "Then you wait." ”

Because Ling Mei was afraid that Aunt Tan would be lonely during the New Year, she asked the veterans of the textile factory to come over for a New Year's party every year. Tan Yueqiu also liked to be lively when he was young, and he has become more and more cheerful in recent years, and he is happy to entertain everyone. Anyway, she only needs to prepare some cakes, tea, fruits and snacks, and the meals are all brought by Qin Hua and them to cook themselves. She just eats and drinks, and she doesn't even have to clean up by herself.

Qin Hua strode over to her and whispered a few words.

Tan Yueqiu's long eyebrows twisted slightly, and his face showed a little impatience.

"So many years. It's not a good place to live. ”

Qin Hua said: "If you don't want to see them, I'll drive them away." ”

Tan Yueqiu shook his head: "This father and son still dare to come to me, you can't deal with their thick skin." She swept off her fur shawl. Let them go to the West Wing Hall and wait. ”

After a while, Ling Mei took the Han family father and son to sit in the West Wing reception room.

At the beginning of Han Zun's marriage with Tan Yueqiu in Haicheng, he also came to live in his wife's old house in Fujian for a few nights, and never forgot it. Listening to what his son said, he knew that the country had returned Tan Yuan to his ex-wife. Moreover, all kinds of antique treasures are in Tan Garden. Relying on these things alone, the ex-wife's life is extremely nourishing.

So, he was immediately moved.

The door opened, and when he looked up, he saw a slender woman dressed in a well-fitting dark red brocade cheongsam and wearing a purple-brown fur shoulder to step into the room. He couldn't help but feel suffocated. For so many years, Tan Yueqiu is still beautiful and dignified. is obviously sixty years old, and his face is full and plump, and there are not even a few fine lines. And he, who has been busy all his life and calculated, is now dying, and he has nothing to catch in his sleeves.

"Yueqiu—" He whispered sadly, full of affection.

But in exchange for Yueqiu's disdainful and cold sneer. She sat across from them in a graceful posture, and when her eyes swept over her ex-husband, she realized that if he hadn't sent him to the door by himself, she would have forgotten what he looked like.

"Mom. My dad and I came to see you. Han Jiping laughed.

Tan Yueqiu dusted off the skirt of the cheongsam nobly: "Say it." What are you looking for me? ”

"Yueqiu." Han Zun's eyes were red, and his tone was ashamed. "How have you been doing all these years?"

Tan Yueqiu smiled: "Han Zun." After so many years, you don't think that I will forgive you if you run to me and shed a few tears and regret your original repentance, right? You're thinking too much. ”