Civilian Edition Traveling Farming Diary

I'm in February, I'm still on the road, I've been tossed by the long-distance trek and I have no temper, the others are the same, everyone is listless, Chen Xiang doesn't like reading anymore, so he just propped his chin and looked out the window daze.

We have already taken off our heavy cotton-padded clothes, and it is getting warmer and warmer all the way south. In addition, it is already February, that is, March and April in the Gregorian calendar. The spring breeze blows, and the earth is dyed with a layer of greenery. It is really useless winter clothes.

Oh my god, we went from winter to spring, from snowy white to spring flowers.

Killed me.

My back hurts, it really hurts.

Fortunately, the journey is coming to an end, and the owner said that we will be able to enter the city tomorrow evening, and we will be home, so when we sat together tonight, everyone was a little more energetic than the previous two days.

The host is treating guests. We found a good restaurant in the county where we are staying today. We want to have a good meal.

I was basically eating pancakes along the way, and I almost vomited, and now I see a table full of vegetables—although they are not very rich, because there are not many vegetables in early spring, but they still feel very delicious.

Everyone felt this way, they ate very happily, and talked about their plans after entering the city while eating.

I visited a lot of stationery stores along the way, and I felt that the styles were similar, and the items they sold were similar. I thought that the paper with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum would sell well, but I felt that such special paper should not be released quietly. Sell, should find a good time.

I asked Cui's family if there was a garden poetry party in spring. I used to see scholars go out to recite poems and paint on TV, and the waves flew up.

But the owner said that there are no such large-scale ones. Usually, a few friends get together and act in small groups. I think small groups can’t do it, and they can’t make waves.

I said: "If you want to make a name for yourself, you must have an exciting event, preferably organized by the government, and the effect must be extraordinary."

The owner pondered for a while and said: "Master Fengzhou Futai is a lover of dancing and writing. I have heard of poetry gatherings once or twice before, but they are not as lively as you said. Most of them are held in the flower hall of the magistrate's yamen. Well, literati and poets drink and compose poems, sometimes some good works will come out, you might as well express your thoughts, I can discuss it with the Futai adults."

The Cui family is a big businessman, and it is not surprising that they have contacts with the government. I expressed my thoughts: "I want to hold a themed poetry meeting."

"Theme poetry meeting?"

"Yes, I can probably think of the kind of poetry meeting that my host said, where the magistrate presents a topic, and everyone writes poems and criticizes each other. , everyone can play freely within the scope of the theme, it is spring now, and when we do it, it is estimated that when the flowers are in full bloom and spring is full of spring, I think it might as well be called 'Flowers'."

"Literati can compose poems or paint paintings, and it doesn't matter if they sing or play, as long as they focus on the theme of 'flowers', they are not limited to any flowers or tunes. The range of people invited can also be wider, no matter who Famous literati, some schoolchildren and ladies can participate, and we only need to prepare our unique and beautiful paper for the poetry meeting."

I gave a general idea of ​​the idea, and the boss understood it. He accepted things quickly and immediately thought it was a good idea. He clapped his hands and said, "It's wonderful, but I'm afraid it will cost a lot in this way. The paper alone will cost you a lot of money." It costs a lot of money."

I don’t think this is a problem: “We are doing a large-scale publicity this time. Once the publicity is completed, our paper will not worry about selling. In addition, this poetry meeting will last longer, and some paper will be put out for sale at the poetry meeting.” , should be good too."

"How can it last longer?"

"You can have wine and vegetables", I said, "We can cooperate with other businesses, such as wine shops, to provide wine related to flowers, and snack shops, to make a few flower-shaped pastries. Not happy, are you afraid that it won't last long?"

The boss laughed, pointed at me and said, "Look at what treasure we got this year. Although this idea was only a rough idea, I was convinced. In this way, I gained a good reputation and got a group of business partners. , It’s really wonderful, Changyu, have you ever imagined that one day our Cuijia Zhifang will have any cooperation with that winery?”

Cui Changyu also smiled: "It's interesting and interesting, especially that both men and women can participate. Dad, we have a lot of romantic people in Fengzhou, and the girls and boys in those small buildings are also talented and learned. You can invite them to add to the fun." !"

The boss knocked him on the head: "You're thinking about those romantic things all day long, I'll beat you to death!"

Cui Changyu laughed. Of course, the boss didn’t really want to beat him, but I was quite surprised. Fengzhou doesn’t seem to care too much about brothels, music workshops, etc. Are these places indecent, and they are quite open and good. .

My boss and I deliberated on the plan several times, and finally it was almost finalized. The only thing left was the on-site operation. He handed over this matter to Cui Changyu, saying that it was an important task for him to test him.

Cui Changyu and I gave a high five. We are both trying the water for the first time, and we will definitely do this well.

After eating, I took Chen Xiang's little hand and went shopping. It's not cold now, and I can go shopping outside at night.

Chen Xiang was embarrassed to hold hands, and blushed. He was also very interested in the theme poetry meeting, but he didn't have the nerve to say at the table that there were only two of us at the moment, so he started talking.

He asked: "Is it really open in Fengzhou? The girls and brothers in their Qinlou Chuguan can go to the street?"

I said, "It seems to be, what's the matter?"

Chen Xiang: "I'm thinking, since the Shaodong family is so familiar with those places, and the people there think it's elegant to listen to music and watch dances, can we invite some singers and dancers to the poetry festival? It must be more lively."

I think this idea is very good. There must be more excitement with singing and dancing. Why didn't I expect that I scratched Chen Xiang's little nose and praised: "Ah Xiang is so amazing, why didn't you just say it?"

Chen Xiang smiled shyly: "I don't have the nerve to speak up, it's your men's business."

Me: "Then what does Ah Xiang think is the little brother's business? What do you think about our upcoming new life?"

Chen Xiang really had an idea, he said seriously: "I followed you around for almost a month, and noticed that the pickle stalls here are different from ours, they prefer mixed vegetables rather than pickled vegetables , I think I can try to make some mixed vegetables, didn’t we bring all the dried radishes at home when we left, I didn’t see any dried radishes here, it should be easy to sell.”

He observed very carefully, and of course I supported him. Chen Xiang was a little embarrassed and felt that this kind of work could not be put on the table. I told him that as long as it was what he wanted to do, he would do it. He had a great laugh.

I want him very much tonight, but Chen Xiang has lost weight and is very tired all the way. I can only bear with it, fatten him up, and resist the toss.