When he returned to Songjiabao, Song Wen did not go up the mountain, but came to the Songjia Flavor Restaurant located on the old street. It will be opened in a few days, and I don’t know how the store is preparing.

The Song Family Flavor Hall has been renovated and has stood tall in the old street, very conspicuous.

Although the exterior wall of the Flavor Pavilion is made of imitation red bricks, which looks the same as the red bricks on the exterior wall of the old street, it looks very new, different from the ancient vicissitudes of the red bricks on other houses on the old street, or the traces of time.

It is said that when people from other houses on the old street saw the built flavor restaurant, they all had the idea of ​​demolishing the house and rebuilding it, and there were more than one. Of course, these had nothing to do with Song Wen.

When you approach the Flavor Hall, you will see a red tiled eaves that are about one meter long on it, and there are a few square pillars made of red bricks in front of it, which look ancient and ancient.

On the eaves are five big words "Song Family Flavor Hall". At night, when the lights wrapped around a few words on it will emit colorful lights, which are very beautiful. When you walk to the door, you will see an antique woodcut couplet hanging beside the door, "Enjoy the flavor of your hometown and warm the affection of your hometown." The horizontal quotation "Song Family Flavor Hall". These words are written in cursive ways, with dragons flying and phoenix dancing, giving people a sense of heroic and unruly feeling, making people feel open-minded.

This couplet was carved by Bogong Song Quan, who was asked by Song Wen to carve the statue of the god from the Internet. The characters were also written by Bogong, who asked someone to write them. I don’t know who wrote them, but it looks very touching.

When I entered the store, the tables, chairs and other items were already arranged, but no one was there, and only Little Chili taught the little girl to collect money on the counter.

Xiao Lajiao is the financial accountant in the store, and the cashier is a girl in the village who doesn’t want to study. She originally wanted to go to the development zone to work, but her parents were worried that she was alone, so they asked someone to tell Song Yuanshan, wanting her to be a waiter in the store. Xiao Lajiao saw it and called her to cashier. The cashier was actually very simple, just press a few buttons, and there was no need for any culture.

When the sharp-eyed little pepper saw Song Wen coming in, he immediately joked: "You finally came. I thought you had gone to Mars and there were no people all day long."

Song Wen rubbed his nose embarrassedly. He hadn't come any longer since he came to help carry things a few days ago. It was indeed a bit unreasonable. But he had agreed with Song Hu that he would take care of everything in the store after opening the store, and he didn't care about anything. He couldn't blame him!

"Haha" Song Wen laughed dryly, but didn't respond. The little pepper was so hot that it couldn't be aroused, and just lay on the counter to watch her teach the little girl.

The little girl is named Nana. She is eighteen years old. She is thin and tall. She is a daughter of a relative in unknown terms. She is his niece by her seniority. Because she is too tall and has poor study, she feels inferior and doesn't want to study, so she wants to come out to work.

When the little girl saw Song Wen, she shouted timidly: "Uncle."

Song Wen heard a black line and almost slipped from the counter to the ground. When she called her "Uncle", he felt that he was dozens of years old, but he was embarrassed to say anything. After all, he was a polite and good child.

He smacked his lips, glanced at her, and said kindly: "How have you learned?"

"Sister Shuyan said, I can get out of the army." Nana said happily.

Song Wen glanced at her. He was of the same generation as Xiao Lajiao. How could he call him uncle and sister? Isn’t this a mess of his generation? So he said, “Aren’t you called Aunt Shuyan? Why did you change to call her sister?”

"She doesn't let me call that." Nana secretly glanced at Shuyan and said softly.

"I want her to call her whatever she wants. Do you have any control?" Xiao Lajiao said angrily when she heard it from the side.

It seems that she is also under pressure to call a girl of such a big name. Besides, she has not yet married, and being called like this, she has become several years old. This is a fatal injury to the girl.

Song Wen nodded in understanding, and didn't say anything else. He looked around and asked, "Where is Ah Hu?"

"I'm still here just now, probably I've gone next door."

Next door to the Song Family Flavor Restaurant is Song Family Store. It has been open for a while and the business is pretty good. It is said that it has started to make money. The Shan Family Store is not only sold in the store, but also online. Because the cup is good, many people come to take care of it and sell it very well.

When Song Wen came next door, he saw Song Hu sitting next to his wife with his daughter in his arms, and he didn't avoid him when he saw Song Wen coming, and he didn't feel any numbness at all. However, Huang Wenfeng was embarrassed to push him away when he saw Song Wen coming.

"Awen is here." Huang Wenfeng said, pulling his slightly messy hair.

"Yeah," Song Wen nodded, found a chair to sit down, and asked Song Hu, "How are the store ready?"

"We are all ready, just waiting for the 31st pig to treat you. You don't know, now everyone in the village knows that we are going to treat you that day, so we are looking forward to that day. It seems that we will have to set up at least forty or fifty tables of banquets this time." Song Hu said with a little distress.

"It's coming and going. After everyone feels that our meals are good, they will come here to hold a banquet when they get married. At that time, it's not a lot of money, so don't look at these, and it won't cost much."

After hearing this, Song Hu nodded and asked, "Where did you go yesterday, you didn't come back. Your mother came to ask? You won't sleep at Xiaojun's house, right?"

"No." Song Wen said.

"There is no best. From now on until you get married, otherwise"

Huang Wenfeng next to him heard that he was so explicit, and immediately slapped him in anger. Song Hu touched the back of the head and turned his head and asked cowardly: "Why are you hitting me?"

"Dad, what is holding it in your arms?" Qiqi, who was in his arms, asked innocently.

Huang Wenfeng was so angry that her face turned red, looking at Song Hu with a bad look. Song Wen hurriedly said goodbye. As soon as he went out, he heard a scream from inside, and he was shocked and quickly left. It would be better not to interfere in other people's housework.

Originally, he wanted Song Hu to take him to the mountain with his wife's pink electric car, but now it seems that it's not possible, and he doesn't want to call Xiao Lajiao. The woman couldn't mess with him, so she had to leave.

It is nearly June now, and the season for bamboo shoots has passed.

The originally green water bamboo shoot leaves in the mudflats by the stream were roasted withered by the scorching sun. Some people in the fields were busy digging the water bamboo shoot heads. After digging out these water bamboo shoot heads, they can be kept for planting next year. Digging out the water bamboo shoot heads to sort out the fields and planting other things. It is too late to plant early rice now, but you can plant medium rice. Although medium rice is better planted around the beginning of summer, the climate in the mountainous areas is similar to that now, and it is suitable to plant medium rice. In fact, late rice can also be planted, but late rice can be planted until around the beginning of autumn. If it is too long, no one will be stupid enough to wait for that time.

Song Wen walked slowly along the dirt road by the stream, looking at the vast green mountains in the distance, breathing the fresh breath coming from the bamboo forest next to him.

When the fellow villagers who were working in the field saw Song Wen, they greeted him one by one, and Song Wen also responded one by one. When he was about to turn into the bamboo forest, he saw his second uncle Song Yuanshan also digging the head of the bamboo shoots in the field. He remembered that he wanted to plant green rice, so he walked over.

"Second uncle."

Song Yuanshan, who was busy in the field, turned his head when he heard the voice. When he saw that it was Song Wen, he smiled and said, "Why are you walking by yourself? I didn't ask Ah Hu to send him away."

"No need to be so troublesome, it's not very far away, I'll just walk by myself."

Song Yuanshan dug for a while and felt a little thirsty, so he walked to the shore and picked up a kettle to drink water, and started chatting with Song Wen. Song Wen couldn't say directly that he wanted to plant green rice, so he asked tactfully: "Uncle, what are you going to plant next?"

"Rice, what else can I plant?"

Song Yuanshan picked up the towel draped over his shoulders and wiped the sweat on his face. The three horizontal lines and dark skin on his face revealed the hardships of time.

"I recently got a kind of rice. The rice I planted is delicious. Do you want to try planting it?" Song Wen said.

"You are talking about the kind of rice that Ah Hu brought back!" Song Hu felt good after eating green rice at Song Wen's house, so he asked for some to cook. Of course, Song Yuanshan had eaten it too.

"Yes." Song Wen nodded.

"Can we grow it now?" Song Yuanshan was moved when he heard this. The rice was indeed much better than the rice he grew at home. According to Song Yuanzhi, this rice was even better than the soaring Thai fragrant rice sold in supermarkets.

"Yes." Song Wen said affirmatively.

"Okay, go and bring the seeds. After I remove these bamboo shoots, we will start growing seedlings."

"Uncle II, don't have to worry about it. I'll help you raise seedlings. After you remove the heads of the water chestnuts, call me and I'll help you deliver the seedlings. But Uncle II, I want to tell you that although this rice is delicious, its yield is very low."

"Oh, how much can that acre grow."

"A good acre of 700 kilograms, and a bad acre of 600 kilograms can be found. But don't worry, our store will buy the rice at that time, and the price will be higher than the rice sold on the market."

"Baby, what money do you say? Do you want to sell the rice you grow in the store?" Song Yuanshan cursed with a smile, revealing his thoughts immediately. He was also the village chief. He had seen the world and didn't know what he was going to do when he heard what he said. He just wanted to use this delicious rice to attract customers, and he thought he was a fool. He couldn't help but glared at Song Wen with dissatisfaction.

Song Wen scratched the back of his head and smiled embarrassedly.

Since it was used in the store, Song Yuanshan responded. What's the point of low yield? Although the rice yield was high in the past, it could only sell more than one pound per pound. What's the use?

Seeing that the second uncle decided to plant green rice, Song Wen told him some precautions, that is, when planting rice, you cannot apply fertilizers or use pesticides.

When Song Yuanshan heard this, he nodded. Now the news always talks about the harm of pesticides and fertilizers. How could he not know that he is not a fool? According to the official words, it is to grow pure natural and pollution-free green food. This is simple. He uses farm fertilizer and his own pigs to fertilize, which is also pure natural and pollution-free. Embrying is not a big problem. At most, a solar insect-killing lamp is just.

Seeing that the second uncle could understand, Song Wen didn't say anything else. After chatting with him for a few more words, he walked up the mountain. (To be continued. Please search for Piaotianwen, the novel is better, updated and faster!)
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