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The primary school in Zhengjia Village was originally a warehouse of Zhengjia Village Brigade. It was a large 300-square-meter house with a history of about 40 years and looks quite dilapidated.

However, the students' desks and chairs are temporarily new. After all, there are not many children in Zhengjia Village, with only seventy or eighty children of the same age, and there are no more than forty children of the right age. Each family can make up the desks and chairs by paying some money.

"Boys, your Uncle Yang knows that you are tired from school, so he found me and told me that he is willing to provide you with two bottles of goat milk every day to supplement your nutrition so that you can get the first place in the future. Ah..., thank you Uncle Yang quickly."

Zheng Dabao was talking to the children, Yang Ming and Wang Li were by his side, and at their feet, there was a large box of exquisitely packed goat milk.

"Thank you Uncle Yang..." The children sat neatly on the stools and said in unison.

"Uncle Dabao, it's best to speak Mandarin when talking to the children..." Wang Li whispered beside her.

"I have been unable to change it for so many years. I will rely more on Teacher Wang in the future and send my children... all the children out of this poor valley." Zheng Dabao said with a smile.

"Uncle Dabao, I know, I always know that I am a people's teacher." Wang Li said seriously.

"Teacher Wang, let's leave it to you, don't worry..." Zheng Dabao nodded solemnly.

"Haha, Teacher Wang should also pay attention to his health. We have prepared these goat milk for Teacher Wang..." Yang Ming said with a smile.

"Thank you, Mr. Yang." Wang Li smiled and thanked.

"You're welcome. I'll ask Dazhuang to send it to you before class every day..." Yang Ming said with a smile.

Wang Li sent Zheng Dabao and Yang Ming away, clapped her hands, and said, "Wang Pingping, Zheng Baoer, you two come up and send the goat milk to everyone."

"Yes, teacher..." The two little girls got up from their seats, went up to unpack the packaging box, and gave goat milk to the classmates.

"It seems that this Yang Ming is really rich..." Wang Li frowned.

Dingling...

Wang Li was thinking, suddenly, her cell phone rang, and Wang Li quickly walked out of the classroom and answered the phone, "What? Do you want to send a teacher here? There are only 33 children here... OK, you are the leader, I have no objection..."

She hung up the phone in anger. Wang Li's face looked a little bad. This small mountain village is a piece of fresh soil and can easily achieve results. She was planning to work hard in this village. Who knew that another teacher was sent from above, which disrupted her plan.

Dingling...

Wang Li's cell phone rang again. When she looked at the number, she still belonged to the same leader.

"What else do you have?...I'm not making trouble for you, you'll arrange someone here for me. I have no objection. I can relax. So what else can we say? You are a man, I'm a woman. I'm a woman. I'm talking too much, so let's gossip...What are you saying? A physical education teacher? Or a woman?... Then, do you want me to be the principal?...I'm saying? As long as my student can get ten full marks in the final exam, you'll give me a fund to build a school...What? You also have to set up a computer room here...You won't have any bad intentions for me, right?...Yes, yes, I'm a villain, right?...Okay, don't worry, I will definitely not bully her..."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Li smiled and looked at the sky from afar. For the first time, she felt that the sky was so blue.

When Yang Ming returned home, Wei Qingqing and Mrs. Liu were doing work together on her kang. On their hands, they were putting two boxes of goat milk on the TV. I don’t know what they were doing. Anyway, they wanted such a lively atmosphere.

"Haha, are you two doing work together? Mrs. Liu, isn't this a blow to our confidence?" Yang Ming climbed onto the kang, sat next to Wei Qingqing, picked up the remote control and dialed a news channel.

"What do you mean?" Wei Qingqing rolled her eyes at that time, "It seems that compared to Mrs. Liu, I am so stupid."

"Yang Ming, don't say it. I really don't know how to knit sweaters. Just this, people are not bad." Mrs. Liu said a fair word.

"Listen to listen..." Wei Qingqing glanced at Yang Ming proudly, "It was Mrs. Liu who said something fair."

"Hahaha..." Yang Ming put the quilt on his feet and lay on the kang to watch TV.

"Yang Ming, you said you would run a farm stay in our village. If you have any ideas, you should tell me quickly. I have to make a decision. By the time of the election, there will be no words to say." Mrs. Liu said.

"It's hard to say, that's just something I thought of temporarily. It's too seasonal. I think if you let everyone plant fruit trees, you can get rich soon." Yang Ming said.

Yang Ming thought that planting fruit trees is not a difficult task. Just shout and call them up. The seedlings are provided by him. If everyone does not guarantee the guarantee, he can give them first and pay them back when they make money. The villagers can see such substantial benefits clearly.

"Planting fruit trees? One or two families have a career. If the whole village is allowed to plant them... it is unlikely." Mrs. Liu said.

"What's impossible? Let Uncle Dabao do ideological work..." Yang Ming said.

"In the farmers' consciousness, farmers are the ones who farm. If you ask them to plant fruit trees, they cannot agree. However, the farmhouse you mentioned is more reliable." Mrs. Liu scratched her scalp with a needle and said.

"What you mean is that you can only think of ways from the side job?" Wei Qingqing said.

"Well! Farming is the foundation of farmers. Only with food in their hands can everyone be confident. Therefore, it is unrealistic to ask everyone to give up farming and plant fruit trees instead." Mrs. Liu said.

"I didn't say I asked everyone to give up farming?" Yang Ming said.

"It's different. Planting fruit trees requires a scale to make money. To achieve scale, it requires occupying arable land. How can you farm? Do you go to Baoshan?" said Mrs. Liu.

If you occupy Gongshan, one or two families are fine, but if the whole village goes to disaster, then the superiors will have to take care of it.

"If you say that, this matter will be really troublesome. We have to find a way to go at the farmhouse..." Yang Ming said.

"Sister Liu, do you know how Wang Duo wants to run?" Wei Qingqing said.

"Speaking of this, Wang Duo and Yang Ming may be because of college students. The ideas really have different connections. What he thought of was also planting fruit trees." Mrs. Liu looked at Yang Ming deeply.

"It's also a fruit tree?" Yang Ming sat up from the kang.

"Yes, what he thought of was planting fruit trees." Mrs. Liu said.

"Then we can't plant fruit trees, so as not to hit him in a car. What kind of gimmick should we use?" Yang Ming frowned.

"I think the farm stay is good." Mrs. Liu always misses the farm stay.

"Farmhouses are seasonal and only make money in spring and autumn. The flowers bloom in spring, some see, the fruits ripen in autumn, and some eat..." Yang Ming said.

"What about summer and winter?" asked Mrs. Liu.

"What's so fun about summer and winter?" Yang Ming was puzzled.

"In summer, you can avoid the heat in winter, and in winter, you can also carry out some rural activities with characteristics in the first lunar month." said Mrs. Liu.

"Sister Liu's proposal is good," Wei Qingqing stopped her work, "I think it is feasible. A farm stay is to make money from the city people."

"Okay, I'll search for information about farm stays online in a while." Yang Ming said.

"In the countryside, there are big houses, and most families have one house that is empty. Let everyone clean up the house and leave it for tourists to live in. As for the food and drink, let's allocate it uniformly." Mrs. Liu said.

"What do you mean?" Wei Qingqing said.

"I think if an organization is set up like the brigade in the past, the accountant will keep the accountant accountant and then manage it in a unified manner. Whenever the tourists want to eat, they will open a note and collect it from the accountant, and then allocate it to the end of the month." Mrs. Liu said.

"It is OK in theory, but it is impossible in fact. The same food has good and bad prices, and the prices are different. If managed uniformly, disputes are easily aroused, and it is also troublesome. Whoever wants to eat will go to each store to get it and give it money directly." Yang Ming said.

"That's fine. You can discuss this material allocation together." Mrs. Liu said.

"Also, if you want to attract tourists, you need to set up several attractions, but you cannot show too much artificial traces. For example, if you fish, you can build several fishing platforms by the river. If this is too much, you can also build a bridge on the river, which not only facilitates everyone to cross the river, but also allows tourists to fish." Wei Qingqing said.

"Yes, we can still get livestock and take tourists to the market. I believe it is quite attractive." Yang Ming said.

"Yang Mingqingqing, how many food and drink can your family spend?" said Mrs. Liu.

"Our family can sell milk, goat's milk, fresh fish, chestnuts, persimmons, dates, peaches, apples, duck pears, grapes, um! When the vegetables in our greenhouse grow, you can also buy off-season vegetables from us in winter." Yang Ming said.

"Our back garden is not open, but we can divide it into a hot spring. At most, it is to slow down the water flow of our hot spring a little. However, if it flows outside, the water temperature may be slightly lowered." Wei Qingqing said.

"It's great. With hot springs, our village can attract tourists more. It doesn't matter if the water temperature is low, as long as it is a hot spring." Mrs. Liu said happily.

"In fact, if you wrap a layer of insulation pipes on the pipe, the water temperature will not drop much." Yang Ming said.

"That would be even better..." Mrs. Liu smiled.

"However, how do you calculate the ticket price for this hot spring?" Yang Ming said with a smile.

"We won't take advantage of you, you can keep the tickets yourself..." Mrs. Liu rolled her eyes.

"Of course we have to keep it, it's separated from our hot spring pool. It's better for someone to be smarter and not stretch those stinky claws too long." Wei Qingqing still remembers Qiu'er who was tied up by Mrs. Liu yesterday.

"Wei Qingqing, do you believe it or not, I will stab you with a needle?" Mrs. Liu gave Wei Qingqing a blank look.

"Do you have needles? I have skewers, which are much longer than your needles. Let's see whoever is pierced first." Wei Qingqing was not showing any weakness.

"You two... are so crazy..." Seeing the two women talking, they started to sing their teeth and claws, Yang Ming immediately hid away to avoid being affected by the fish in the pond.

"Called, called..."

Suddenly, Yang Ming's cell phone ringed.

Yang Ming picked up his phone and saw that the call was written with the three words "Old Pervert" and he knew who it was. It was the old man he and Wei Qingqing met in the Pigeon Nest Park in Beidaihe. Yang Ming quickly connected: "Hey?"

"Boy, where is your pigeon? Why didn't you send it to me?" The old man opposite was quite loud, and even Wei Qingqing and Liu Sao could hear it really.

"Uh... the old pervert... no no, no, old man, let me tell you, our young pigeons now only have meat pigeons, and they have to wait." Yang Ming said.

"Old pervert? Why is this title?" Mrs. Liu looked surprised.

When Wei Qingqing heard the old man's voice coming from the phone, her face turned red and she pulled the quilt and covered herself up.

"Boy, the woman who just talked to wasn't your wife, right?" The old man was a little alert, "You boy, don't want to live? How dare you provoke another woman?"

"Do you still remember the little girl we brought with you? That's our fucking daughter. This person is my fucking daughter's mother and real mother." Yang Ming said.

"So that's the case? I warn you not to make a bad relationship between men and women, otherwise you will never have to condense the golden elixir in your life. In severe cases, you will have life worries." The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Jin Dan? Have you read too many fairy tale novels?" Yang Ming's eyes widened.

"You know what's wrong, old man, I'll condense the golden elixir..." The old man was not polite at all.

"Are you a master of Jindan? Can you fly and escape from the earth?" Yang Ming felt incredible.

"Forget all the messy fairy tale novels. Who told you that if you condense the golden elixir, you can fly to the sky and escape? The old man couldn't even cross the wall three meters high. If you fight a strong man alone, I will definitely be the one who gets beaten. The golden elixir is the condensed spirit and the things that will prolong your life, which are not as mysterious as written in the novel."

"Uh... Is there really a saying in this world that the golden elixir?" Yang Ming felt that the world was a little crazy.

"Of course, if you have it, you can condense the golden elixir to the extreme and then prolong your life. However, if you want to fly to the sky and escape from the earth, don't think about it. It's better to be realistic. Qigong is science, fairy tale is fantasy..."
To be continued...