"Meng Han is handing in the paper!!!"

Tong Shanchang turned over and woke up. He sat up with his clothes. The sunlight from the west window penetrated the room, and it was already dusk.

Mr. Zhou took the test paper handed over by the female student in the yard and came to the mountain longhouse. He didn't know if he should disturb the teacher.

"Come in." It seemed as if I saw myself inside.

Mr. Zhou pushed the door and saw a thick test paper for more than a dozen people on the table: "Thank you for your hard work, teacher."

“Have you seen all these?”

“The students looked at part of it.”

The mountain captain looked at the test papers he divided into two parts on the table: "We two have some tea?"

"The teacher praised the Luoshen flower tea last time, so the students went to make a pot."

"That kind of flower bud tea is more suitable for women to drink." The principal opened the tea braised pot on the table, "Let's drink my white tea Lao Shoumei, which has a mellow taste."

"The student is so happy this time." Seeing that the head of Tong Shan was already sitting at the table, Mr. Zhou also found a book stool to sit beside him.

Lao Shoumei is a coarse tea, the taste is simple and clean, and the soup is red gold like the sunny autumn in August. It is placed in front of the nose and smells it, as if the wind blows through the orchard in the valley.

"Nineteen pieces of papers," Shanchang took a sip of the hot tea soup, "Nine people wrote about brewing wine, and four people wrote about building a villa."

"These are also seen by the students." Mr. Zhou thought that the answers of several students were quite remarkable, but judging from the meaning of the mountain leader, he seemed to be unsatisfied with them.

"A child wrote this: Let all the academies in Kyoto take turns to come here to do experience activities. The fees inside are enough for the villagers to get rich." The mountain leader drank all the tea, "Haha, this is a quick way to make money."

"Some students also wrote about getting rich by farming, planting those Rosen flowers, potatoes, sweet potatoes, etc., and fresh categories of apples, pears, dates, etc. You can also grow fresh categories in the orchards," Mr. Zhou continued, seeing that the mountain leader did not object, "In addition to being sold fresh, the above crops can also be processed into dried potatoes, dried fruits, etc...."

"Do you still remember the honey wine dates and sweet wine chicken that I asked you to taste that day?" the mountain leader asked.

Mr. Zhou: I expressed my grievance. The teacher didn’t let me eat sweet wine chicken that day...

Mr. Zhou cleared his throat: "Indeed, although these ideas are good, they are difficult to enter the Kyoto market. If they are sold as specialties, they will naturally not be as good as those southern and Japanese goods."

Before Mr. Zhou finished speaking, the mountain captain laughed: "So, the student named Nijie simply wrote: All goods in Dawangzhuang and even Tianshui Town are inseparable from the landscape, scenery, human nature and soil. If outsiders can fully understand the place, all goods will definitely be sold at a good price."

This is like Nijie's words. Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask, "So what is the solution this student came up with?"

"Selling books."

"Selling books?"

"Yes, write everything here into the book and sell it. People fully understand this place and become interested in the goods on the market." Tong Shanchang frowned, "The idea is good, but I always feel that there is a layer of difference."

"It's indeed a bit of scratching the surface." Mr. Zhou opened the paper he just received and read it casually: "The root of poverty in this village lies in the lack of knowledge and foresight. Students' foolish opinions must be cured if they want to get rid of the current situation of the village. If schools and girls' schools are built in the village to allow all children to receive education, students can get fame and honor, or do business in a wealthy village, and they can use what they have learned to benefit their families..."

The mountain captain closed his eyes and listened, then slowly opened his eyes and saw the old persimmon tree on the west window: "The hat is too big, it seems like he is talking about governing the country... Even if someone is willing to donate this money, I am afraid that most villagers will not take it out for their children to go to school. Women's school? Those women are probably more willing to save the money as their dowry."

Mr. Zhou remained silent for a while, and suddenly felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness towards this deep-rooted poverty.

“How many people have handed in the papers at the moment?”

Before the chief of Tong Shanshou finished speaking, he suddenly heard the vague aunt's shout: "Perlin has handed in the papers *Student has handed in the papers! &% of the students have handed in the papers^0^Student has handed in the papers*t_tStudent has handed in the papers"

Are these five girls hand in hand and hand in the paper?

Mr. Zhou waved his hand to his colleagues in the yard outside the window and asked them to collect the papers for themselves first. He still sat back on the teacher's stool: "Including these five people, there are currently thirty-two test papers."

"This is the third day, right?"

"Yes, the exam will be completely over in two days and two nights."

The door was gently pushed open, and a gentleman walked in and whispered: "Mr. Zhou, can you take a step to speak?"

Because he was in the sensitive stage of the exam at this time, Mr. Zhou did not want to hide in front of the teacher, so he asked directly: "What's the matter, but it's okay."

"There is a student who has not enough bamboo paper. I apply for some more," the gentleman smiled embarrassedly. "I really don't know which curriculum the bamboo paper used for the exam is collected..."

Mr. Zhou was a little surprised, and Chief Tong asked simply: "There is not enough paper? Can every student send the same amount of paper?"

Mr. Zhou hurriedly said: "The students personally led the people to count in advance, and each candidate had the same thousand pieces of bamboo paper!"

"A thousand pieces are not enough?" Tong Shanchang smiled unconsciously, "Which student is not enough?"

"It's Tang Yingyuan from No. 9 Courtyard. I'm afraid I have to get another hundred pieces of paper." The gentleman said, feeling incredible. A thousand pieces of paper would be enough to paste the windows in the yard.

Chief Tong Shanshan spread his eyebrows and smiled for a long time: "Give her a batch of 1,000 pieces."

...

There are not many bamboo papers a thousand pieces, although they look quite intimidating.

The characters written by ancient people with brushes are naturally incomparable to the current No. 4 Song font. Although the idea is necessary, it can be written into delicate small regular script with hairpins, Xiaoxiao does not have that skill at the moment.

The outline alone lists more than ten pages, and then refines each unit, and as they go through more than one hundred pages.

After finishing the drafts of the two large units, they have to copy them more carefully. Xiaoxiao's wrist is almost no longer his own.

In order to save paper and labor, Xiaoxiao simply started writing about the contents of the next three units. Some of them were not clear, and he drew pictures to explain them. Before he knew it, he used most of the bamboo paper. He thought it was not enough, so he asked Ma Ma to go to the school to apply for paper.

At this moment, Xiaoxiao's room has completely become the resort renovation command office.

A whole hand-painted color map was nailed on the east wall, and the planning content on the table was pinned with copper bent needles according to the unit. As for the detailed content of each unit, I simply used Aunt Gui's embroidery needle instead of the pin and listed it in part. The nail was hung on the wall. When you need to check which part you need to stand by the wall and open it.

The most terrifying thing is that making outlines is one thing, and real planning is another. Once you open your mind, inspiration comes like a galloping horse, and you can't stop it.

"By the way, I have to build a racetrack."

"What?" Aunt Gui, who came in with supper, was shocked by the smile and said to herself, "What are you doing?"

"There is a large area of ​​barren land in Wangui Village that cannot be cultivated. It is better to use it to build a racetrack!" Xiaoxiao secretly applauded his idea, "not only can we provide horse racing entertainment for resting tourists, but we can also rent horses like renting a car! Not every tourist is willing to take a luxury tour in a carriage. We also need to consider plans for those who love hiking and cycling!"

Aunt Gui silently put the nutritional dinner on the table, then burped and took the door out: "Hiber, maybe I've drunk too much egg soup tonight, so I didn't understand anything this child said..."

Aunt Gui walked into the yard in a daze and was about to clean up the kitchen when she heard Xiaoxiao open the window and greet herself: "Auntie, please say hello to the group of people again. I'm afraid that they will forget it after a long time. When I hand in the paper, they will go with me."

"Are you talking about those examples?" Aunt Gui ran a lot for Xiaoxiao these days, so naturally she also knew a little. These arranged people were called examples by Xiaoxiao.

"Yes! There are many examples in the article! These people are going to take their goods to the mountain manager to see!" Xiaoxiao was still holding the pen in his hand.

"Yes, I'll tell them again so that they won't forget it!" Aunt Gui nodded and sighed unconsciously, "Yingyuan, I don't understand what you wrote. You have always been an idea--I know..."

"Auntie, just say whatever you want to say, what else can you hide from me?"

"Then I'll tell the truth. It's okay to ask the villagers to make baskets and furniture, and it's reliable! But I looked at the large inns like Guanghan Palace you painted and the glazed houses built on the top of the mountain, and I felt like I was dreaming! I just heard you say that racecourse, how expensive that horse is! It's better to buy a cow and a mule with that money, and at least you can do it! Who has the spare money to do this! It's going to cost tens of thousands of taels of silver!"

"Ten thousand taels are not enough." Xiaoxiao shook his head.

"That's just a fool talking in his sleep!" Aunt Gui felt that Xiaoxiao had been trapped by Meng in the past few days.

Xiaoxiao just smiled: "At least, I've given five days, why don't you finish this dream? What if it comes true?"

"Hey, this kid is crazy about staying up late..." Aunt Gui stretched her sleeves and brushed her dress, "I'm going to find them now. It's rare that someone is willing to dream with you!"

"It's my dear Aunt Gui!" Xiaoxiao no longer argued with her. Time is precious, so you have to hurry up after dinner.

Now the third unit has been completed, which is the most core content of tourism: scenery.

The nine mountains in Jiushan County can be used as nine core attractions, and the nearby villages and towns can develop homestays in a concentrated manner. The design of the farmhouse must be unique, which can not only reflect the local customs, but also make the Kyoto people feel clean and comfortable. The most important thing is to build scenery in the courtyard, and strive to achieve "there are large scenery outside the courtyard and small scenery inside the courtyard, which is pleasant everywhere."

There is Huaixian Temple on each mountain, mostly built on a relatively flat mountainside, so as to make the road to the temple wide and flat for older ladies and wives to come and pray for blessings.

Xiaoxiao took a few bites of rice, and suddenly remembered that when I went to Huaixian Temple a few days ago, the sides of the temple were covered with wild red stone garlic, which spread to the foot of the mountain in full swing, which could become a scene.

It is the autumnal equinox, which is exactly the time when the day and night are evenly divided. According to the Japanese, the three days before and after the autumnal equinox are called the other side of autumn, so the garlic, which is in the peak flowering period, is called the other side of the shore.

Xiaoxiao found the sketch about Huaixian Temple that he drew the day before, took a pen and dipped it in cinnabar, and added a large piece of red clouds in front of the door to draw a large area of ​​flowers on the other side.

When a landscape becomes a symbol, countless derivatives can be produced. Fortunately, the Yuanlong Dynasty has no special meaning about garlic.

Just like the other side of the river that can be made a big fuss in front of this temple, other scenery can also be like this. In the hearts of tourists, it becomes eternal like butterflies in Butterfly Valley, the hot springs in Ruontang Village, the waterfalls in the mountains, the hundred-acre apricot forest in Fengqiu, and the red leaves in Lingling Mountain...

There are simply playable and enjoyable places all year round!

No matter whether it is a dream or not, let’s talk about it first!
Chapter completed!