October is a harvest season, and everyone will reap a piece of fruit after putting in their hard work. And the busy Yang Qingtong also harvested the fruits that belonged to her.

In half a month, dozens of groups of tourists came to the town, and they all came to Peach Blossom Town to play and pick. All of a sudden, the town was boiling. Those originally sneering words and indifferent eyes of onlookers all knelt in front of the pile of bills, and became as docile and flattering as a chameleon.

Yang Qingtong, Sasha, Hanyu and Ah Xian formed a temporary guide group and started a Nanguo pear picking tour. Yang Qingtong is responsible for organizing and guiding, Sasha is responsible for explaining and experiencing demonstrations (in fact, he is taking the lead in eating), Hanyu uses his photography skills to take pictures for everyone, and Ah Xian brings two more cars to ask Cao Caozhang, the old man of the milk station, to come over to help transport the guests.

Because of the increasing number of tourists, Wu Shengfu's family can no longer meet the needs of the market. The red-eyed growers have also started to join in the activities of the picking garden, so everyone is busy every day.

Until one day, Yang Qingtong had just received a group, and after the tourists got off the bus, she was beckoning everyone to go to a picking garden, when she found that there was a person at the back of the team standing in the distance and did not move.

She just wanted to shout, but found that the figure was so familiar. The tall and thin figure, fair skin, calm complexion, and angular facial features, especially the slightly tall nose, make people feel a resolute character. Dressed in a coffee-colored casual suit, he looks heroic when worn on his body. It's just that there is a hint of tiredness in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

"Xiaozhi?"

"Call the master!"

"Cut!" The originally surprised mood instantly switched to a disdainful expression. Yang Qingtong walked up to him and saw him look slightly tired, and his heart trembled slightly, "Why are you so haggard?" ”

"Think about what you want!" Lin Xiaozhi looked at her affectionately with his dark eyes.

"If you don't tell lies, can you die?" Yang Qingtong rolled his eyes at him, but his heart was warm.

"Think about how you hate me, think about how hard you work, think about whether you were bullied in the town, and think if you will forgive me." Lin Xiaozhi took a step forward, and the distance between the two of them became closer. And his row is more like a deadly bullet, each of which hits Yang Qingtong's red heart.

"The ghost believes you, you want me to be your maid, and then how can you torture me?" Her mouth was still so sharp, but her little face was already flushed.

"It's not fun to be guessed by you so quickly." Lin Xiaozhi laughed, turned around and left.

"You ——?" As soon as he turned around and left, Yang Qingtong stomped his feet angrily, "Where are you going?" ”

"Sleep, I haven't rested for several nights." dragging the weak tail note, Xiao Zhi's figure disappeared from sight.

Yang Qingtong's little heart was like a roller coaster, and he was suddenly pushed to the top of the mountain and fell to the bottom of the valley. The samadhi fire on his head couldn't help but come out again, "Lin Xiaozhi, you guy, wait for me!" ”

The harvest period of Nanguo pears is not too long, and it has been delayed for a while, so the activities of the picking garden are soon coming to an end. Those who defected to Yang Qingtong's side almost all made a lot of money, and those fruit farmers who were still counting on the buyer sold a lot of pears, but they didn't make much money.

On the surface, the game between the two sides is evenly matched, but in fact, everyone's heart has been very clear. It didn't take long for the fruit families who followed Yang Qingtong and them to pick and visit her, hoping that she could help study how to sell the remaining pears.

At this time, online sales channels gradually opened. Yang Qingtong came up with creativity and design, and packaged those ordinary Nanguo pears beautifully. The identity has multiplied several times at once. The once quiet market is heating up again.

However, the website has just begun, and it is indeed not easy to sell hundreds of catties or thousands of catties at once. Yang's mother made a suggestion at dinner, that is, the bakery at home should also accept some of them.

"Mom, you're not going to make Nanguo pear cake, are you?" Yang Qingtong's eyes widened and guessed.

"You're right, Sasha has learned a lot of cake making skills lately, and she can be my assistant. Some of the dessert cakes will be sold in the town, and some of them will be sold online. Mother Yang analyzed with a smile.

"I can still make the pictures more elaborate." Hanyu said with his head down as he ate. In the past few days, he has always come to eat and drink, and he doesn't treat himself as an outsider at all. In fact, he was very anxious, because the black rain had threatened him twice during this period, but he still couldn't find the painting. Hanyu already had an urge to ask Yang Qingtong in person. Even if you reveal your identity, you don't hesitate to do so.

"But even so, there are still some pears that haven't been sold? Is there any other way? Sasha asked.

"How about a food festival as I said last time?" Yang Qingtong proposed.

"The season is over, if it's the beginning of October, it's okay, and now it's about to enter November, and I've missed the best time." Lin Xiaozhi struck. In fact, he was soaking in the bakery for the past two days, and he argued that it was for the needs of work, but in fact he was mixed rice.

"So what do you say?" Yang Qingtong saw that the idea he had been planning for a long time was vetoed by this sworn enemy, and he held his breath.

Lin Xiaozhi saw that Yang Qingtong was angry, coughed deliberately, and said: "Actually, the idea of the food festival is very good, but because of the urgency of time, now the pears have also fallen from the trees, and you don't have too many other delicacies here." So it's not too late, but next year you can prepare in advance and get a good one. ”

Everyone listened and nodded their heads.

"Do you have any other good ideas?" Yang's mother asked.

"There is an idea, but there are some things that we can only contact, and if we want to do it, someone else has to do it." Lin Xiaozhi looked around at everyone, and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on himself, so he continued: "That is to build a cold storage, put those pears that can't be sold in the cold storage, and wait until the New Year to take them out and sell them all over the country, and then the price of pears will naturally rise." ”

"But where do you get cold storage?" Yang Qingtong asked with a dark face.

"Milk station. In the past two days, Lao Cao helped the townspeople to pull guests, and inadvertently mentioned that there is an abandoned cold storage at the milk station in the town, because the milk consumption in the town is not very large now, so the cold storage is in disrepair and no one cares. So, I want to wrap up that cold storage and repair it well, and it should be ready to use. ”

Lin Xiaozhi's words made everyone's eyes shine.

"That's a great idea!" Yang's mother said happily.

"But who's going to contract that cold storage?" A discordant voice questioned.