super rich

"You don't have to have any scruples. As the saying goes, mutual benefit and mutual benefit, although your current status is not high, at least you have mastered the economic lifeline of one party. These resources alone are enough to compete with some of the Forty-Nine City. The red-top officials and businessmen are negotiating, and with me here to help you respond to the momentum, don't worry about no fat fish taking the bait!"

Mu Jiayin blinked her bright eyes, with a sly smile on her lips, and said, "Don't forget, I still have a lot of debts of favor owed to me by Dongjiang Province, which will come in handy at this time!"

Chen Mingyuan couldn't save himself for a while, but suddenly, the fishing rod set by the pool sank suddenly, and Mu Jiayin quickly grabbed the fishing line with his hands and eyes, and his movements were smooth and smooth, and he caught the fish in a blink of an eye. When she got up, she twisted the fishing line and looked at the huge crucian carp. She said with a sweet smile, "The omen is good. This trip to Beijing should be very rewarding."

The two looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled. At this time, there was chatter and laughter in the wormwood forest under the stream. Two pretty girls walked out of the path. When they saw the two, they happily called out: "Brother Chen, Miss Mu!"

Chen Mingyuan looked up and saw Mu Taotao and Lan Qianyi walking hand in hand, each carrying a basket. Both girls were young and young, and because they were both young and young, the two delicate girls walked with gait Light and graceful, like willow branches swinging in the wind, the posture is extremely graceful.

"Miss Mu, Qianyi was worried that you would be bored fishing, so he specially made food and wine for you. Check to see if you are satisfied."

Taozi took a breath, put the basket on the side of the bamboo couch, and lifted the cloth towel. In the basket was a sliced ​​watermelon, four small dishes of delicate dishes, and more than a dozen fluffy pancakes. A pot of bamboo leaf green wine, a porcelain pot with a few ice cubes wrapped in a towel, gave off a cold air.

Mu Jiayin smiled happily: "I ran here to enjoy the cool air, and I was so tired that you ran around. It's really exhausting."

Lan Qianyi wiped the fine beads of sweat from her delicate cheeks, shook her head docilely and said, "It's okay, the fields are free at this time, so I just made some casually, just don't dislike it."

"It's good to have these. The weather is dry and irritable. It's time to drink some Zhuyeqing with ice." Mu Jiayin said kindly: "Taozi, give Qianyi some money later."

Lan Qianyi waved his hands again and again: "No, this is really too much...Miss Mu, our village has received so much favor from you these days, we don't know how to thank you, how can we still accept your money!"

"One yard is worth one yard. I just took the lead and invested some money to build a moso bamboo factory. As long as you can run it well, you will be very worthy of me." Mu Jiayin persuaded: "After summer is over, you have to start again. Going to school, saving some extra money at home is not bad, so that's it, don't talk about it."

For some reason, Lan Qian had an inexplicable admiration and admiration for this magnificent woman. Hearing what she said, he didn't have the courage to refuse. After hesitating for a moment, he solemnly saluted and thanked her.

Later, Chen Mingyuan found out that Mu Jiayin had traveled here a few days ago and saw the hardships of the villagers, so she discussed with the village party secretary Lan Tude and set up a moso bamboo base here with her own money. In every household, the villagers can set up shareholders, so that they can directly enjoy the economic returns through hard work, and invite technical personnel to guide and manage sales channels, which greatly improves the economic resources of Qingtan Village in a short period of time.

Compared with Mayor Zhong's beggar policy, Mu Jiayin's poverty alleviation strategy is undoubtedly more immediate. This is also the biggest difference between her and Ye Qingxue's attitude towards things. Ye Qingxue is used to giving priority to charity, while Mu Jiayin tends to guide the disadvantaged Crowds go to fend for themselves.

While chatting and laughing, Taozi arranged the melons, fruits and side dishes carefully, Lan Qianyi obediently poured wine for the two of them, Mu Jiayin held the porcelain cup, seeing the golden yellow and emerald green wine in the cup, smelling the aroma, she turned her head and smiled Yin said: "The Tian family is free, and the scholars and friends linger for a while. Three spring bamboo leaf wine, a song of chicken strings, please fill this cup with Secretary Chen!"

Chen Mingyuan couldn't help laughing, took a sip from the porcelain cup, the cold and mellow aroma immediately permeated his lips, and savored it carefully, he sliced ​​melons on the couch in the forest to drink, surrounded by red-sleeved warblers and swallows, and all of them had pretty faces , It looks like the life of a "decaying" feudal scholar-official, but for men all over the world, is it not the life they dream of!

Perhaps, this is the long-cherished wish in life that I have been pursuing and looking forward to!

Lan Qianyi glanced at him dazed, hesitated, and asked for instructions: "Brother Chen, Miss Mu, I can play the flute, do you want me to play a song for you?"

"Oh? Then it's hard work for you."

Chen Mingyuan was in the right mood, so he nodded with a smile, and then saw Lan Qianyi pull out a green bamboo flute from the waist belt behind his back, put it horizontally and vertically by his lips, and flicked it with his plain fingers. The tune is ethereal and clear, euphemistic and gentle, like a wonderful rhyme from heaven, it is not so beautiful.

Chen Mingyuan hummed softly, as if he was in a fairyland, and he didn't know what year it was.

The sunset is mottled, the tired birds are flying, and the wind in the evening weaves the Jiangnan in the late spring silently. The river flows tirelessly, and the small whirlpools are like small water blue lotuses, blooming in the somewhat Zen-like dark blue. On the river, there seems to be a small boat, slipping into the dust and smoke of history, slipping into the parting in the mist.

Taking the rare half-day leisure, Secretary Chen only felt refreshed, but seeing that it was getting late, he had no choice but to reluctantly set off and return to the county.

Mu Jiayin packed her luggage and was about to go back to the Radon Spring Hotel when Lan Qianyi suddenly came over and said nervously, "Miss Mu, you read a lot, can I ask you a question... I used to I lost my textbook, and I forgot a few lines of a poem."

"Tell me." Mu Jiayin agreed heartily, seeing her embarrassment.

Lan Qianyi was still nervous, her pretty face was flushed, and seeing no one was around, she grabbed the hem of her clothes and said in a low voice: "I only remember the last two sentences are... How could it be day and night..."

"Oh, that's Mr. Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Fairy". Wait, I'll write it down for you to read."

Mu Jiayin took down a pair of pen and paper from the car, and while writing letters, she read aloud: "Slender clouds are clever, flying stars spread hatred, and silver and men are far and dark. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win the world. .Tenderness is like water, the wedding is like a dream, and I bear to return to the magpie bridge. If the two loves last for a long time, how can they be in the morning and evening."

Lan Qianyi stared at it with wide eyes and said softly, "Is this the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"

Mu Jiayin smiled and said, "That's right, this is a masterpiece of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl singing Qixi Festival. Qianyi, which line do you think is the most moving in this poem?"

Lan Qianyi tilted his head and thought for a while, then replied: "If the relationship lasts for a long time, how can it be day and night... At that time, the teacher said that this is the finishing touch."

"That's right."

Mu Jiayin pulled back the hair that was blown away by the evening wind, feeling a little bit of emotion in an instant, and said with a graceful smile on her face: "It's the best thing that two people like each other and can get along day and night. Unfortunately, Everything can't be controlled, leaving people with too many choices..."

Lan Qianyi seemed to understand but half understood, hesitated for a while, and said timidly: "Miss Mu, can you give me this piece of paper?"

"Of course!" Mu Jiayin tore the note paper to her. Lan Qianyi looked at the beautiful and generous poems, suddenly smiled sweetly, folded them carefully and stuffed them into the bamboo tube that he carried with him.

Mu Jiayin's bright eyes flashed, and she recalled: "I remember that day when I came here, it seemed that you and Qingxue and a group of girls were hanging this thing on the banyan tree."

"Well, this is the way we seek marriage here." Lan Qianyi blushed and roughly explained the traditional process. After listening, Mu Jiayin asked with great interest: "Qianyi has a sweetheart?"

Lan Qianyi's face couldn't hold back a blush, and she nodded slightly.

Mu Jiayin hugged her shoulders, and explained: "There's nothing to be ashamed of, since you like it, you have to muster up the courage to confess, don't let the good fate slip away, let's go, before the sky is still dark Hei, I'll accompany you to hang up the bamboo tube."

After ordering Rong Rong to wait in the car, Mu Jiayin took Lan Qianyi to the old banyan tree halfway up the mountain, and helped her hang the bamboo tube on the branch.

Suddenly, because Lan Qianyi swayed the branch a little louder, a bamboo tube fell from the branch and rolled to Mu Jiayin's feet. Ye'zi, driven by curiosity, took out the note from inside. When he opened it and saw Su Shi's "Huanxisha", Crescent eyebrow raised slightly, and fell silent for a while, until he heard Only after Lan Qianyi's call did he reinstall the bamboo tube and put it back to its original position, as if nothing had happened.

There was a wind blowing from the valley, and the light blue dress swayed gently in the wind. The beautiful woman under the old banyan tree looked up and gently stroked the hair beside her ears. The eyes on his face are still clear, with a little helplessness, but more of them are still calm and indifferent.

The future... probably will be like this, maybe there will still be some small expectations, but if there are any big discrepancies, surprises, etc., it probably won't happen.

But for now, this is not something that really occupies a lot of weight in her life. She still has other things to think about and do. Maybe decades later, when she comes here again one day When I was in a green bamboo forest, I would suddenly think of the wind I saw one day many years ago, and it would take her to a certain place like the years, but now, everything is still sufficient, and there is no need to care about many things.

That is to say, in this kind of situation that is too abundant to feel, the Dragon Boat Festival is here.