Han Jingyang patted Zhou Jianjun on the shoulder: "Can I harm you?" ”

Zhou Jianjun subconsciously shook his head.

"That's right."

"However, I always feel that I don't feel very happy."

"It's normal, but you'll thank me in the future," Han Jingyang pointed to the hundred-year-old elm tree in front of him: "Besides, it's a pity to cut down such a big tree?" How much money can you sell for money? It's better to use it, well, I'm making up a mythological story when I go back to build the temple statue, so that it is convenient for you to engage in the construction of scenic spots. ”

Zhou Jianjun nodded.

Indeed, it doesn't hurt to cut it, but it's no good either.

But if you use it, there are many benefits.

As a qualified village chief, Zhou Jianjun naturally knows what to do.

So after only hesitating for a while, Zhou Jianjun nodded heavily: "Brother, since you want to do it, then do a good job, bulldoze this piece, and build a big yard around this tree, just like the camellia tree in Laoshan Mountain, and plant trees and flowers around the periphery of the yard." ”

Han Jingyang nodded: "This idea is very good, when the time comes, I will find a professional to help design, and take the Feng Shui Bureau with me, one step in place, if it really works, hehe, your Dongpo Village will take a big advantage, after the reputation spreads, those tourists who come here can afford to raise at least ten farmhouses." ”

Zhou Jianjun's eyes became brighter and brighter: "One step in place, we must do it in one step, not only to attract tourists, but also to find ways to retain tourists, but also to spread our reputation, so that our Dongpo Village will become a famous tourist village." ”

Han Jingyang didn't say anything.

What words?

This old lady has to be apparitioned.

If the old lady does not manifest herself, the effect will be greatly reduced, after all, the beliefs of the Chinese people are the most pragmatic, even if they are superstitious, they can't bring me benefits, who believes you?

This kind of small rural attraction with little scenery, if it is not effective enough, then it can only rely on marketing to attract tourists.

However, Han Jingyang felt that this old lady should be interesting.

After all, this old lady is also enlightened, which is similar to Chaotianguan.

Although I don't know how Huang Jianyong or Huang Jianyong's elders did it, the effect is undoubted, Chaotianguan and this old lady are real gods.

God and spirit, called gods.

Doesn't work?

Han Jingyang naturally had a way to make her up.

Leave the Great Elm.

Han Jingyang followed Zhou Jianjun to inspect the construction process by the reservoir, and nodded while watching: "The speed is really fast, Lao Zhou, you don't have to say anything about the execution of Dongpo Village, according to this progress, it will be completed by the end of the year." ”

Zhou Jianjun smiled: "Of course, I have long understood that to engage in rural tourism, we must be fast, start first, and then start to drink soup, as long as you don't mess around, you can taste the dividend, and as time goes by, this dividend will be like a snowball. ”

Han Jingyang gave a thumbs up: "No wonder Dongpo Village can stand out in the neighborhood, you, the village chief, are indeed courageous." ”

Han Jingyang greeted the villagers he knew for a while, and at noon he rubbed a big pot of rice on the construction site, and then left, taking a shortcut and sneaking into Xipo Village.

Compared with the vigorous Dongpo Village, Xipo Village is like a dead village, the village is quiet, although there are people but there are no people in sight, full of eerie atmosphere.

Occasionally, I met one or two pedestrians, and they all looked at Han Jingyang and the three of them with strange eyes.

Most of the pedestrians are not locals at first glance, and their dress and even temperament are very different.

Not to mention one's own aura and inner aura.

Han Jingyang raised his eyes and swept through the details of these people, either they were metaphysics practitioners, or they were proficient in fists and feet, and there were almost no ordinary people.

Are they all here for Huang Jianyong's treasure?

Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing didn't feel bad, they followed closely to the left and right sides of Han Jingyang, their right hands were on the handle of the knife, and they could draw their knives at any time to fight.

Han Jingyang is not afraid.

None of these chickens and dogs could break through his defenses, so it didn't matter if they were all together.

What's more, these people are definitely not a group, and they will also be jealous and wary of each other.

It can only be said that it is chaotic.

It's too messy.

There are all kinds of people.

I even heard two young women who spoke Cantonese.

When the three of them slipped into Huang Jianyong's old house, they were watched by a group of people unscrupulously, and there was even a lewd man with two catfish whiskers whistling at Shi Xiaoya and Liu Jing.

Shi Xiaoya did not hesitate to return a middle finger.

Han Jingyang didn't even glance at these miscellaneous fish, but carefully looked at Huang Jianyong's house.

How to say it.

In four words, it's a mess.

The house was originally dilapidated, and after being blown up by Huang Jianyong himself, it was turned upside down by Bai Sixing and Zhang Zhiyang, and even the foundation was dug again, with ruins and broken bricks and tiles everywhere, and potholes everywhere, plus it rained a few days ago, potholes and water made Huang Jianyong's old house a swamp.

The addition of outsiders has turned this swamp into a yellow mud pond, and there is no way to get off the ground.

Han Jingyang didn't try to go in, but walked around the periphery and looked around.

On the periphery, a group of outsiders stared at Han Jingyang's every move, staring intently, where Han Jingyang went, where their eyes followed, where Han Jingyang's eyes moved, where their eyes also moved, obviously they didn't find any clues, hoping to find clues from Han Jingyang, a newcomer.

After reading it, Han Jingyang still didn't look at these people, turned around and left, and went straight to Chaotianguan.

The gate to Chaotianguan is closed.

Han Jingyang knocked on the door, and after a while, someone asked, "Who?" ”

"Open the door."

"Who are you?"

"Huang Jianjian, do you open the door, or do I open the door? Think about it before answering. ”

A few seconds later, the sound of Dolla's footsteps approached, and a cloudy eye appeared through the crack in the door.

Then, the door was immediately opened.

Huang Jianshe bowed his head with a smiling face and said: "Yes, it's you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there are a lot of people in a mess these days, and I'm so scared that I don't dare to open the door." ”

Han Jingyang nodded slightly, strode into the door, and took a look at the main house, the prototype statue of Chaotianguan had been removed, not even the base was left, and the tunnel leading to Huang Jianyong's house was also backfilled, and there was not much change other than that.

Huang Jianshe followed behind and explained upside down: "Some people want to demolish Chaotianguan, but the village chief said that there is such a place in the village, it is a pity to demolish it, and the village cannot do without a place to burn incense and worship, so it is preserved, and it is planned to worship the Zhenwu Emperor here, these days are looking for someone to prepare a statue to welcome the gods, but because of those outsiders, this matter has also been put aside, and I don't know when it can continue." ”

Han Jingyang asked casually without looking back: "What about you?" ”

Huang Jianshe was stunned: "Me? ”

"Yes, you."

"Me," Huang Jianshe showed a hint of self-deprecation on his face: "What do I have to say, people are willing to use me, I will continue to watch the door and clean here, and if I don't want to use me, I will find a broken house to clean and live in, and now that the policy is good, the village may see that I am pitiful and will build me two new houses." ”