At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "The head of the family is tired enough from studying every day, so how can we taint the ears of the head of the house with these things?"

After saying that, he ran away in a flash, leaving only flying dust behind.

Hey, how can the owner of the house catch up with me with his short legs? This is what Zhuqing said, well, the best strategy is to take action!

Xie Yuheng shook his head helplessly, with a little smile in his eyes. Even if she doesn't accept it, she won't force anyone to accept it.

The men didn't care about being dirty and each found a shady place to eat.

Each person saw a bowl of white rice, half and half of meat and vegetables, and a piece of golden chicken cake.

Although most people in Qinghe Village made a lot of money following Xie Yuheng.

Some of them had chicken cakes in their pockets, wanting to take them back to their wives or children.

There are still a small number of people who have just struggled to make ends meet and quietly carry their plates home, wanting to eat with their families.

Everyone also acted as if they didn't see it and were selectively blind.

Wang Erpazi wished he could poke his eyes out. His mother succeeded in getting to the top of the soap factory by relying on her ability to see all directions and listen to all directions.

Life was much happier for him, so there was no need for him to bring a cake back to show his respect.

It was obviously May day, but it made him feel empty, lonely and cold.

He sat down next to Xie Laigui with a dinner plate and whispered: "Brother, does your Xie family have any unmarried girls?"

Xie Laigui almost choked to death on his rice. This street kid wouldn't be interested in his Yunhua family.

"What?" Xie Laigui stared at Wang Ermazi with unkind eyes.

The other hand quietly touched a big stone. As long as Wang Ermazi dared to say that he wanted to marry Yunhua, he would be sent to see Dr. Wu to have his brain checked.

Wang Ermazi scratched his head, Brother Lai Gui looked unhappy.

After hesitating for a moment, he said sheepishly: "I just want to ask you...if you can introduce me to a wife, I can come to you."

Xie Laigui breathed a sigh of relief, threw the stone, and took a big gulp of rice.

After thinking for a long time, he said: "There is indeed one, but can your mother allow you to come to the house?"

Wang Erpazi burped and said, "Why can't I do it? It's not like I don't know what I look like."

"As for... going to 'marry' someone in a poor mountain valley, I don't want to. Anyway, I like your Xie family's girl."

Hey, Mr. Xie is so kind, so busy, and such a smart fairy like Xie Yuheng.

"Nantou of the village, Xie Fuhai's eldest daughter."

"I've talked to matchmakers four times, but the men are all dead. Now it's been twenty years..."

Xie Laigui just said it casually and never took it to heart.

After all, that girl Kefu's reputation was outstanding, and no one dared to gamble with their own lives.

.....

Everyone gathered firewood and the flames were high, but within seven days, the road from Qinghe Village to Jiangling County was repaired.

It is more than twice as wide as before, but with four carriages running in parallel, it is somewhat more impressive than the official road.

And Xie Yuheng finally figured out how to attract businessmen (big injustices) to Jiangling to build roads.

First of all, Qinghe Village was built into a 5A-level scenic spot, and with the name of Xie's Academy, it became a place that the world's literati longed for.

Businessmen who can't afford to start early will naturally come to Jiangling to invest after smelling the smell.

It has more sustainable development value than using a certain kind of goods as a condition for road construction.

Si Yuandao held his disciple's Qinghe Village Scenic Area Plan draft paper in one hand and touched his goatee with the other.

There are flowers that bloom in different seasons and are planted throughout Qinghe Village to ensure that you can enjoy flowers in all seasons.

In the spring, you can enjoy the flowers flowing in the flowing water, and in the summer, you can ride a boat to listen to the rain and play with the green lotuses.

Autumn banquets are full of sweet-scented osmanthus, and winter wine and tea are boiled with plum blossoms and snow.

Si Yuandao put the paper back on the table and said with a smile: "The four seasons of the year are clearly arranged by you little guy."

"But this alone is not enough to attract students from all over the world."

Xie Yuheng poured a cup of tea, gave it to Si Yuandao, and poured tea for himself.

After eating half a cup, he said: "What if, there is an osmanthus tree in Xie's Academy that blooms all year round."

"What? Where is it? Take me to see it quickly."

Si Yuandao put the tea cup on the table, took Xiao Yuheng and walked out.

Xie Yuheng chuckled lightly and said: "The tree is still halfway there, sir, don't be anxious."

......

Village entrance.

The old master of farming in the village looked at the ten cows with wonder, as for the big tree that could only be pulled by three bullock carts.

They said that trees are not as beautiful as cows. Look at these little horns, how cute they are.

"Tinghai, are you serious? You can rent this big guy?"

Xie Tinghai untied the hemp rope tied to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and replied, "What my little Yuheng said is still true."

"I work on the farm during busy periods, and use an ox cart to commute to Gangneung every day during my spare time. We don't have to walk so hard."

An old man with gray hair carefully touched the cow's smooth fur and said in a trembling voice:

"Lao Xie's family is really blessed by our ancestors, and the head of the family is really a fairy from heaven."

Mrs. Guo curled her lips, she was not from the Xie family.

There are only ten cows. It is the Year of the Monkey and the Horse in the busy farming season. I don’t know how many more to buy if I have money.

"Grandma, let me take a look." Zhao Ergou squeezed Old Mrs. Guo away. Others were only looking after the cows, but he smelled the fragrance of osmanthus.

It's May now, where are the sweet-scented osmanthus coming from?

Mrs. Guo screamed and fell into the ditch after being pushed by her eldest grandson. It took a while to pull her up.

When Si Yuandao and his party arrived, they saw the woman with mud on her head and a miserable look.

Apparently Si Yuandao's mind was only on that big tree. Only Xie Yuheng glanced at her as he passed by. Well, it looks unique.

When Si Yuandao asked where Jishu came from, Xie Tinghai laughed innocently and touched Xiao Yuheng's head.

He just said: "I got it by chance. A gardener moved his family to Yangzhou. He couldn't take the osmanthus tree with him, so he had to sell it."

Regardless of whether Si Yuandao believed it or not, the people of Qinghe Village believed it.

After all, luck is also a type of strength, and the Xie family's luck is obvious to all.

Si Yuandao sadly picked up a broken branch and said with emotion:

"Since ancient times, there have been so many strange people among the people. I have seen someone in Jiaozhou grow Yueyuehong, which blooms all year round."

After the ceremony, everyone carried the four-season osmanthus - Tianxiangtai Pavilion and transplanted it to the mountain behind the bamboo forest.

As for why it’s not Xie’s College, of course, Xie’s College needs to build a bigger one.

Mrs. Liu was making calculations and whispered: "It's better to build a very big one from the beginning."

Xie Yuheng was covering his smile with tea. He didn’t know who it was. A few months ago, he was still worried about the college’s losses.

......

In the days of listening to my teacher's lectures, supervising work every day, being the master of paper in the evening space, and working on the line between three o'clock and one line, time passes day by day.

When I returned to Linyuan to prepare for the college examination, it was already the Ghost Festival on July 15th.

As soon as we entered Linyuan City, we burned incense and paper money in front of every house, and occasionally sobbed once or twice.

Xie Yuheng was about to lower the car curtain when he saw an acquaintance sitting at the wonton stall.

With a smile on his little face, he shouted: "Second brother."