A leisurely life that begins with the possession of a game character

Zhang Lan opened it and saw various property rights certificates and seals of the winery. When he took it out, there was only one name on it, written by Zhang Lan: "Brother Yong, what does this mean?"

"That's what it says in the document. I prefer to speak frankly. I bought the winery for that batch of wine. Of course you can buy it from outside. But what I value more is your medicinal wine, Zhang Lan." Tian Qingyong brewed again. After making tea, she handed it to Zhang Lan.

While drinking tea, he said: "Yes, I have the recipe, but the brew is very different from the brew you personally made. I took over this winery for the more than fifty jars of wine, and I provided the medicinal materials. Zhang Lan, please help me figure out the ratio. The factory belongs to you and the wine belongs to me. What do you think?"

Looking at the smiling Tian Qingyong in front of him, Zhang Lan deliberately refused, but after thinking about it for a moment, he said: "Brother Yong, you have talked so much, what else can I say? But the wine won't last for a while. Come out, the total of five or six thousand catties of wine, plus medicinal materials, is nearly ten thousand catties."

"I know this. Even Zhang Lan, you can brew it and get thousands of kilograms of high-end medicinal materials at once, but it costs tens of millions. I need six jars of medicinal wine a year, so this is no problem." Tian Qingyong haha laughing out loud.

"No problem. Twice a year. Starting after the Beginning of Spring and once after Chinese Valentine's Day. Three altars at a time. Brother Yong, just pay attention to purchasing the medicinal materials in time." Zhang Lan calculated and estimated that one time is about 500 kilograms. Plus soaking some more yourself, it won’t be a big problem.

"Okay, it's settled. From now on, Zhang Lan, you will be the boss of this winery. Do you want to meet the workers in the factory?" Seeing Zhang Lan agree, the smile on Tian Qingyong's face became even brighter.

"What other workers are there in this factory? The canned water is there. There are more than a dozen people in total? But there is no one there now." Zhang Lan has heard about the situation in the factory and is the only one watching at the winery. The old man at the door works part-time as a cleaner. There are more than a dozen people working on the bottled water side to maintain production and delivery, but Zhang Lan just looked at it and found that the various certificates and mining licenses for bottled water were not included.

Tian Qingyong smiled, picked up the teapot and poured tea and said: "The person is still here. The most valuable thing over the bottled water is the mining license. I've been looking at that thing for five years and it's about to expire. I might as well renew it. I have one done in your name, and it will come out in two days. You can familiarize yourself with the situation in the past two days, and you can officially start work after the permit is issued. As long as you have something to do with this thing, you will definitely make money without losing money."

"Brother Yong, please take the trouble." Zhang Lan was sincerely grateful, regardless of what the other party did, but he really put his heart into it.

"Zhang Lan, you are too polite. Let's go and meet the people in the factory." Tian Qingyong stood up and pulled Zhang Lan out of the door.

Following Tian Qingyong, he met the workers in the factory. Tian Qingyong introduced them and Zhang Lan greeted them with a smile. They were all people from Qingshan Village and nearby. Some of them Zhang Lan even called them cousin uncle. Zhang Lan thought for a while and simply called her parents over. After a brief talk with her mother, she asked her parents to take charge of the factory, and then left with Tian Qingyong.

When passing by the Canghe Expressway construction site, Zhang Lan called Zhang Hu, and Zhang Hu called Zeng Hua. The four of them met together and went to the Xuanwu Hot Spring Pavilion in Baidian River. The hot spring resort had just opened when I came last time. After getting off the car this time, looking at the various cars at the door, Zhang Lan sighed: "This business is really booming."

"Of course. There is a pretty good hot spring hotel nearby. There are many people coming from the highway, nearby construction sites, and tourists who stay here. During holidays, it is fully booked early, so you can make money. Boss." Zhang Hu spoke from the side with a very envious tone.

"What's the use of just envying others, we have to take action ourselves." Zeng Hua on the side smiled and picked up an Internet famous saying.

Everyone laughed, locked their cars and walked towards the hotel door...

Early the next morning, the four of them wandered around the village behind the hotel after breakfast. Looking at the antique courtyard, everyone talked about the tomb relocation they saw last time.

"I heard people say that the cemetery is really nice. It hides the wind and gathers energy, and the hall is full of gold and jade. The descendants will make a lot of money. It is said that the father of the hot spring hotel owner is buried there. It seems that business is booming now." Zeng Hua's round and fat face Also full of envy.

"After that day, Fatty Zeng, didn't you also ask someone to look at the western slope of our village? Didn't you find a good place?" Zhang Lan joked, looking at Zeng Hua's envious look.

"Don't mention it. The Feng Shuixian can really run, but his eyesight is a bit bad. The places mentioned are quite good, but it's a pity that temples have been built or have been occupied by others. It's not easy to find a place where he can back up. Jinshan is definitely a place to make a fortune. As a result, none of the seven or eight people traveling with us saw that there was a tomb in the grassy slope." Zeng Hua looked annoyed.

Tian Qingyong on the side couldn't help laughing: "Why don't so many people see that there is a tomb there?"

"Who says it isn't? There was a pile of weeds surrounding it, and they all thought it was a pile of grass. Later, they sent Mr. Feng Shui away. The next day, when I went to see whose land it belonged to, I went with acquaintances in the village to see whose land it was. There was a grave in the haystack. When I got closer, I discovered that the grave was actually covered with yellow paper. I asked the Feng Shui master on WeChat and said that it would not have any impact if it was moved. If it cannot be moved, it would be better to find another place." Zeng Hua said with a sigh.

Tian Qingyong couldn't help but laugh, and Zhang Lan couldn't help laughing and asked: "How bad are you people's eyes? Whose family does that tomb belong to? Did you ask later?"

"I asked and found the person. It is the cemetery of the daughter-in-law of the old village doctor in your village. He married two. This is the second daughter-in-law. The first one entered the ancestral grave. The plot of land belongs to his own family. The second daughter-in-law’s son is still here, so there is no hope of moving his grave.”

Tian Qingyong patted Zeng Hua on the shoulder, laughed out of breath and said, "I didn't expect you, Fatty Zeng, would encounter such a thing. It's really eye-opening."

Seeing the unstoppable smiles on the three people's faces, Zeng Hua shrugged helplessly, sighed and said: "I didn't expect that, in the past few months after this, I didn't say that I would find anyone to do Feng Shui. I guess our ancestors don’t want to.”

"Sooner or later, you will have to move. The descendants have their thoughts. If you don't move, something will happen. Fatty Zeng, you'd better find a place as soon as possible. It's one thing not to be able to find a place, but it's another thing not to find a place." Tian Qingyong put away his smile and said to Zeng Hua.

Zeng Hua nodded.

Zhang Hu on the side suddenly said: "Zhang Lan, should we move the grave? I think a lot of things have happened to our family in the past few years. The second aunt almost died of a heart attack in Xiangshi the year before last, and the third aunt did the same last year. He was hospitalized for a stroke, and your father is like this again this year."