Chapter 1700

To save face, the fishermen had their own tricks.

The new big tabby cat didn't know how strong this group of people was. At this moment, it boldly followed them on the boat. After its feet stepped on the ground, it found a tree and jumped up for the first time.

With a crowd of people below, it would be able to get a full stomach today no matter what. When it went out, it would make that defeated general Big Orange's family envious!

Hmph!

A cat's life also needs to be brave enough to take risks to have more gains. Like those cats who always eat the food of charity...

Don't cats need face?

Purr purr...

The big tabby cat was full of expectations, and the fishermen were also full of confidence.

One said: "I have to be upstream. I have to sit in the upper seat when playing cards, otherwise I'll lose money."

Another: "Actually, I'm fine anywhere, but the direction beneficial to me is over here. Does anyone want to choose this place?"

Others scoffed: "So many requirements. I'm different; I can have gains wherever I sit. You guys pick first."

"There are some water plants here, so fish must come here often. I'll be here, and I won't change no matter who comes..."

Song Sancheng:...

To tell the truth, he had seen all these places and practiced them.

But the results...

Now he was hesitant, searched online again, and finally sat under a big tree that slanted toward the water surface.

Song Tan:...

If a group of people couldn't even fill a fish bucket by night, that would really be a joke.

Zhang Yanping was used to it.

"They're just like this," he explained to Song Tan:

"Fishermen, you know, there are all kinds of them, and some even have to have their fortune told before every fishing trip."

But this world is just so unfair. Some people rack their brains and can't catch one, while some—specifically Qiao Qiao here, takes a landing net, puts two worms in it, shakes it in the water, and can scoop out a few more.

It's just that he's young and doesn't know the preciousness of this talent.

If the fishing tourists he hires all have this level, then the homestay might as well not open. The money earned every month isn't enough to pay for Tan Tan's fish.

Everyone applied mosquito repellent, got their equipment ready, the river water rippled under the tree shade, and the breeze blew.

And these fishermen cast their rods very solemnly. Song Sancheng even wore headphones to listen to his favorite audiobooks.

Song Tan shook her head: "Let's go, let's go back first."

On the way back, the sound of the motor and the sound of the waves were still intertwined. Zhang Yanping was driving the boat, and both of them were too lazy to shout and chat. Therefore, until they got off the boat, Song Tan remembered:

"By the way, Brother Yanping, please keep your best room for me for these three days, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."

It was said to be the best room, but because of the consumption positioning, it was only two hundred yuan a night.

Although there were quite a few patients now, it wasn't saturated to that extent, so Zhang Yanping agreed.

"I'll tell Xin Jun later and let him lock the room first."

"Oh, by the way," he also had something to tell Song Tan: "Guo Dong sent me a message today, saying that the provincial leaders are coming over this weekend and also want me to keep three good rooms."

Their leader was too low-key and mostly chose affordable places when traveling. There were only five best rooms in Zhang Yanping's homestay in total, and now they were all arranged.

It's just that I don't know what they are coming for this weekend.

After all, Secretary Wang had a tight mouth, and recently, whether it was conditioning the body or rural research, it wasn't easy to tell outsiders.

And Zhang Yanping only thought that they were leaders: "Should we provide something else?"

Song Tan felt it didn't matter, but thinking about the roads and electricity in the village, she changed her words:

"Then let Chef Chai serve two or three portions separately when cooking every day, put them on small plates, and send them over."

"If they want to eat in the cafeteria, that's fine too."

In short, we have the attitude; whether they need it or not depends on them.

Speaking of this, Song Tan remembered again: "And those cheap multi-person rooms of yours, arrange two as well."

This is the room fishermen love to share the most. You can sleep beautifully for dozens of yuan, clean and quiet—of course, provided that your roommates don't snore or talk in their sleep.

But when they go fishing elsewhere, any pond costs seventy or eighty yuan a day. There are no extra costs here, and they eat, drink, and sleep well, so it's not more expensive in comparison.

Naturally, it's very popular.

Although there have been no fishermen recently, some patients from afar love to share this room.

Economical and affordable.

Now that Song Tan wanted them, Zhang Yanping nodded: "Okay, then I won't book them out; I'll keep two for you."

Sigh, it was empty before, and I felt the homestay was so big! Why is it a bit popular now?

Song Tan also knew that this room type was very popular among patients, so she smiled: "Then don't give a discount! I'm preparing to entertain those college students who are keeping Qiao Qiao company."

Mainly because they also wanted to bring their families, so one room for boys and one for girls would be just right.

When it comes to business, Zhang Yanping has a belly full of ideas.

But for those that consume physical strength, except for playing games, he can't do any other exercise.

At this moment, Song Tan looked at him and suddenly asked again:

"Raising one sheep is raising, and driving two sheep is driving—Brother Yanping, why don't you exercise too? Sweating thoroughly in the evening or morning might make your body feel comfortable, and after building muscle, you won't look so strong."

Zhang Yanping shook his head instantly, without a moment's hesitation.

Although he would feel aggrieved by his ancestral appearance daily, in real life, he had already felt the benefits of this appearance.

First of all, when he said something, the other party would listen carefully and wouldn't dare to shout at him easily.

Secondly, when traveling, there were no more unpleasant little disputes.

Although the number of times he had to check his ID when taking the high-speed rail increased, he couldn't go out many times a year anyway.

Calculating it this way, the flaws didn't outweigh the benefits; it was actually quite good.

Besides...

He reached out and touched his face again. That appearance didn't look like deep contemplation, but rather a deep little hobby of a underworld boss, and he would fiercely cause a death in the next moment.

Song Tan sighed slowly.

But Zhang Yanping said proudly: "The atmosphere in Guo Dong's hometown is not good. If I looked too gentle, I'm afraid no one would take me seriously."

"With my current appearance, I can walk sideways there. Whatever I say, her mom and relatives will listen!"

"If I didn't look like this, she wouldn't have dated me in the first place!"

Song Tan:...

She just asked if he exercised or not; why did he pull so much nonsense?

"Whatever you want. It's just that when there are more people, if you need a referee to play together, you can also join in the fun."

Young people get hot-blooded when they exercise, and sometimes it's inevitable that there will be some disputes! With him sitting on the side, I'm afraid everyone will subconsciously be much more honest.

Zhang Yanping didn't know his cousin's sinister intentions, and at this moment he said modestly: "Don't just call me; Xin Jun, call Xin Jun! His figure is the one that needs more exercise, otherwise, what's the point of being exhausted for half a life every time he goes back to his hometown!"

The two chatted all the way back and happened to run into Secretary Xiao Zhu at the door.

The other party was squatting in the courtyard holding a slice of melon and eating it with a slurping sound, not forgetting to look up and ask her:

"I heard you're going up the mountain to pick peaches tomorrow? Prepare twenty boxes for me?"

She now had grandparents to take care of, and everything good had to be arranged.

Song Tan agreed: "There are many fruits this year, so I'll prepare them for you as soon as they are ripe, don't worry—by the way!"

The matter of the leader coming also had to be informed to her.

Although there was no need for a grand reception, she definitely had to be aware of it.

Secretary Xiao Zhu listened silently, at this moment gnawed the melon skin into white pulp in a few bites, then twisted the water pipe to scrub her face, and only after wiping it clean did she say: "I've noted it."

As for Song Tan saying she hired a few college students to keep Qiao Qiao company to play ball...

She sighed: "We are still not rich here, and there aren't many suitable young people. Otherwise, learning from the popular 'Village Super' or something, we could catch up with the trend."

It's a pity, let alone a soccer field in the village, even if there was one, they wouldn't have enough people.

Fortunately, every place has its own development path. Secretary Xiao Zhu just said it casually. The priority was to treat the leader's visit solemnly.

It stands to reason that she should tidy up the village's style and aesthetics.

But...

Now that satellites are watching from the sky, even burning a pile of leaves at the door can be monitored. The pigsties, toilets, and firewood piled on the side of the road at home that needed to be tidied up were already cleaned up last year.

As for whether the villagers would chat idly and say something they shouldn't...

Oh my, it's the busy farming season; where would they have the energy?

Everyone is busy serving their own land every day, or serving the old Song family's land, making money happily. Who has time to mess around?

Also, compared to the leader's last visit, their village has an extra sports field, the village auditorium, and so on.

Catching up with the tourists from the city and patients from other places on weekends, the whole village looks lively, combined with the college students playing ball...

Oh my!

This mental outlook is simply too good!

She was happy and added a few points to her prospects.

The men went fishing.

The women and children weren't idle either.

Everyone sat and scrolled through their phones, and the children were jumping around with nowhere to vent their energy. Seeing this, Lu Jing suggested:

"If you aren't afraid of the heat, you can take the children to Zhang Hong's house to grind tofu."

Huh?

Qin Yun's wife was a bit curious: "They are doing business, and the children will make a fuss, so I'm afraid it will affect them."

They often had tofu in the dishes they ate these past few days, which was said to be ground with the old Song family's mountain spring water, and it was indeed extraordinary.

No wonder people often drove here specifically to buy it.

Now that it was mentioned, everyone pricked up their ears.

Lu Jing laughed:

"It's okay, there are many tourists, and now many people like to experience this. They have a small courtyard specifically for hand-pushing stone mills, boiling soy milk, and pressing tofu themselves."

Although this process is very long, many people are satisfied after experiencing only a part of it.

Some don't even need to experience it; just coming over to take photos happily is perfect.

There are also those who come to the village on weekends to buy vegetables and bring their children, and parent-child activities are often placed there. As long as there is no large-scale boiling, there is no danger at all.

If you really want to say it, eating, wearing, living, and traveling all have risks, so you can't give up eating for fear of choking.

Now Lu Jing looked at the children, even though He Tuoluo was much more silent, his energetic nature couldn't be changed.

With this endless energy, it's better to go push the mill.

Even if the tofu can't be pressed out, soy milk and tofu pudding should be available, right?

This idea was clearly in the hearts of the parents!

Adults take photos, children push the mill and work; how perfect is this combination!

Yun Feng's wife rushed upstairs first: "I brought that tie-dye ethnic-style clothing; wait for me to change into it, photo time!"

"Oh my, I don't have one! I brought vacation-style dresses..."

And Lu Jing couldn't provide anything else, so she asked the older parents: "Do you want sunglasses? Do you want silk scarves?"

Older parents:... Yes!

After all, some people brought them, some didn't, and silk scarves come in this color or that pattern...

Lu Jing laughed immediately: "Then I'll take mine for you first. If it's not enough, I'll go find Wu Lan to borrow some later; she has a lot too..."

"By the way, she is especially good at using Tremolo effects. You guys take more videos and photos, and then let her help with the effects!"

The older parents were so happy that their eyebrows and corners of their eyes were full of anticipation.

Younger parents:...

That Tremolo effect, wouldn't it be the kind where a big avatar rotates and flies from the top left to the bottom right?

But looking at the mothers-in-law and mothers full of anticipation...

Forget it, forget it, every era has its own aesthetics and hobbies. When they get old, maybe the young people of that time will dislike them for holding milk tea every day!

Everyone was prepared, and looked at the children's impatient appearance—

"Let's go!"

Adults and children left together. Lu Jing turned on the TV and felt empty in her mouth again.

But she couldn't eat anymore! All her skirts from last year had to be two sizes bigger this year! This looks like she doesn't know how to live!

Then...

She looked at the brand-new induction cooker and remembered the milk Qiao Qiao sent today, and hurriedly went to the kitchen at this moment:

"Chef Chai, has that milk been used? If not, I'll take it to boil some milk tea..."

Milk is protein, and tea doesn't make you fat. Just add a tiny bit of sugar—really a tiny bit, three-point sweetness is enough.

Rounding it off, isn't this pure tea?

Very slimming!

She was full of anticipation.

However, before Chef Chai could speak, Chef Xiao Zhou turned and blocked the refrigerator:

"The milk already has a plan! Tonight, tonight..."

Dead mouth, speak quickly! Something must be made tonight! What to make, what to make, what to make...

"Making milk-flavored small buns tonight."

Chef Chai looked calm: "I'm about to prepare to knead the dough."

Lu Jing:...

Milk-flavored small buns, would that be a bit too high in starch? But...

If people don't eat starch for a long time, it's not appropriate, right...

She hesitated and struggled, and finally raised her index finger: "Then I'll just boil one cup for myself, and the rest should be enough, right?"

Chef Xiao Zhou had no choice.

He remembered Lu Jing's induction cooker again and surrendered at this moment: "I'll do it; I know how to boil milk tea. I'll boil it for you with my pot..."

Do you understand? You are not allowed to use the induction cooker anymore, do you know?

Such milk is definitely not worthy of an induction cooker!

?? Here! 4000 words, satisfied? I'm so sleepy, I still wake up at seven every day...