A leisurely city for solo travelers

Chapter 252 the nectar of jade dew
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After an unknown amount of time, a familiar, rough voice entered Fang Shizhi's mind.

"Don't sleep...the teacher is calling you..."

"..." Fang Shizhi opened his eyes, and found that he was lying on the desk, turned his head, and Darbazi was looking at him with concern.

"Dream within a dream?" This was Fang Shizhi's first reaction, he looked decisively at the front row of the classroom, and the seat that Long Aotian used to occupy was vacant.

"Where's Long Aotian?" She asked.

"His father got promoted, went to a big city, and the whole family moved away." Darbazi laughed, "It's a pity that he didn't catch up with the college entrance examination or graduation."

"Oh?!"

"Student Fang Shizhi, here is your graduation certificate." Teacher Zhao came over with a smile and handed her the graduation certificate.

"It's over...it's finally over..."

There was warm applause among the teachers, and Teacher Wang, Lin Baoan and others standing on the podium also applauded Fang Shizhi.

Looking at the smiling faces, Fang Shizhi felt very happy.She has already suffered from Long Aotian's intensive phobia, and now it is a kind of happiness to be able to look at these faces of various shapes.

A world without Long Aotian would be great.she thought so.

Afterwards, the class fell into a long silence.

"...What's wrong, is there something on my face?" Fang Shizhi asked.

Da'erbazi pushed her and said with a smile: "Sister Shizhi, it's time, whose confession will you accept?"

"By the way, there is another one..." Fang Shizhi froze for a moment.

The classmates all looked at her expectantly.

"Go to hell!" she shouted, "This girl officially confesses her love to Teacher Zhao!"

"Oh..." Teacher Zhao was stunned and blushed, "Student Fang, it's hard for the teacher to do this..."

"Darbazi covers! Teacher Wang, Baoan Lin, run away together!!" Fang Shizhi pulled Teacher Zhao up and ran outside the classroom.Lin Baoan and Teacher Wang also laughed at the same time and followed closely behind.

"No! Student Fang!" Luo Feng reacted the fastest and wanted to chase him out.

Dalbazi stood alone at the door of the classroom, guarding the gate: "Everyone, get back!"

Fang Shizhi, two teachers and a security guard ran out of the campus with all their strength, jumped up high, and announced their graduation.

Click.

An old man at the door took out his camera and captured this moment of disobedience.

Seeing that it was the old man, everyone raised their middle fingers to him to show their contempt.

The old man scratched his head: "Hehe...hehe...Long Aotian is a virus...the antivirus software has expired..."

"Oh, your sister!"

A group of people started beating him.

The heart palpitation journey ended here, and Fang Shizhi suffered from intensive phobia since then, and this trip was a loss.

Forget it, not everything is profitable, and the only one who is always lucky is Long Aotian.

In order to make up for the mental loss caused by the out-of-control Long Aotian virus, the old man was forced to sign an agreement to lose power and humiliate God, agreeing to help Fang Xian expand the inn and farm "to a certain extent".

The heartbeat memories are not all heart palpitations, at least the last group photo looks very comfortable, like a scene in a cute cartoon, a red-haired girl rushes out of the school gate with three little white faces.

Fang Xian hung this group photo in the bedroom, admonishing himself, and also admonishing Lin Yueru - don't fucking owe me.

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In a blink of an eye, it was Christmas Eve at the end of the year, and even the shops in the small village were covered with Santa Claus.

Fang Fang asked Fang Xian if he wanted to hold a party or something, but Fang Xian taught him very seriously.

Wei An's upright cousin told her that Christmas is a Christian holiday, and other places except China call this festival "Christmas".

These were just the days when Ye Ge fell to the ground with a bang.

Those who believe in Jeko celebrate this festival, and those who don't believe in Jeko get a kick out of it!
Afterwards, he asked Fang Fang to prepare for the celebration of the Laba Festival in advance.

Fang Fang was a little surprised. Laba is only celebrated in his hometown. It has been many years since he came to the imperial capital. Laba Festival is also known as Laba Festival. It is a day to worship the door god, household god, house god, and Guan Erye. Shelter, brings a year's bountiful harvest.

"Brother, do you believe this?" Fang Fang asked.

"I didn't believe it before, but I believe it now..." Fang Xian said very calmly, "When the time comes, you can just make a god, find a model of a turtle fairy and put it on it, and engrave... what is his name here, forget it Just Guixianren. I will bow to him symbolically when the time comes."

"Brother, you can't believe in cults..."

"It's okay, I worship the Gui Xianren, who dares to touch me?"

"Well, good." Fang Fang smiled and backed out, snickering in her heart. It turns out that my cousin is also so superstitious. He still doesn't let everyone celebrate Christmas, which is really pious.

After Fang Fang left, Fang Xian continued to fiddle with the plan in his hand.

This knife must kill the old man severely.

Greenhouse, this is a must.On the one hand, setting up a greenhouse to grow flowers can be regarded as the scenery of the inn. If the guests smell the fragrance and are happy to see it, it is also a good deal to buy some and go.I also happened to practice some flower theory in it. According to Caiyi's true biography, it seems that there are many formulas for beauty and beauty. If I can develop a few, the future will be greatly expanded.

Naturally, the inn also needs to be expanded, and several halls have been specially created. Don’t they just like to hold wedding banquets, and they only like to hold meetings? I’ll give you enough space. Are five wedding banquets a day enough authentic?

There is no requirement for the ranch, Ling'er and Meier have been taking care of it all the time, no matter how big the place is, they should be tired, just ask the old man to fill the fish pond with water.

He roughly calculated that these places would only use less than 20 mu of land at best. If the land of the uncle and uncle were counted, there would be about 80 mu left.

No matter how big the inn is, it will be a waste. There won't be so much business. According to Fang Xian's plan, there will be unified planting here.These are agricultural lands, and they have gone too far, and I am afraid that the secretary will feel bad.

80 mu is not a small place. The land in my grandfather's hand turned around and finally returned to my own.Relying on his own resources, he would definitely not be able to grow ordinary crops. Regarding this part of the plan, Fang Xian has been hesitant.

Just as he was thinking, Fang Mang quietly walked into the room holding a cup of light yellow liquid.

"Brother Xian, look!" Fang Busy's eyes were full of piousness, and he was indescribably cautious.

"What are you looking at, peeing?" Fang Xian complained.

"When you put it that way, it really looks like..." Fang hurriedly swallowed, "You asked me to brew it... This is the first cup of finished product..."

"Osmanthus wine!" Fang Xianfan suddenly came to his senses, and his eyes immediately turned pious.

This small cup is exactly the sweet-scented osmanthus wine that I tasted at the Suzhou inn back then.After returning, Fang Xian went to the market to find some sweet-scented osmanthus wine, but now the sweet-scented osmanthus wine has been reduced to a small marginal brand, and its taste, taste, and charm are far inferior to the one in Suzhou.

Fang Xian took the wine glass carefully and asked, "You still remember this?"

"Of course." Fang hurriedly said seriously, "It's just that there are no suitable sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the market, and they are all semi-finished products. I tried my best to find some sweet-scented osmanthus flowers at the time, but the brewed ones were always not interesting. I can only use what you gave Seeds, I planted a pure-blood osmanthus tree for wine making in the backyard, and it took so long to bloom, so I brewed some in a hurry, and I didn’t have time to drink it myself.”

"Materials, do we really need to use multi-purpose seeds..." Fang Xian looked at the small glass of wine and sighed, "This is really fine nectar and jade dew, the only one in the world!"

"It's more expensive than gold..." Fang hurriedly said with a trembling voice, "No, it's more expensive than diamonds, and more expensive than Sister Mutenglan's integrity!"

"...You are not using metaphors."

"Hehe, I couldn't find Wu Tenglan's new movie on the Internet. Is she a confidant?"

"He's just retired... Bah, how did this topic change." Fang Xian shook his head hastily, "Call everyone over, one by one, and talk about your evaluation."

Fang hurriedly agreed. After all, this is the result of his own labor, and it can be regarded as a bright dish. It is naturally good for more people to share it.

Not long after, a large family gathered around.

Fang Xian quickly discovered the guy hiding behind his father.

"Meier, go play by yourself first..."

Su Mei changed her form in an instant, with watery eyes: "No...Godfather, I want to try it too."

Xian's father expressed that he couldn't resist, and instantly fell for the trick: "Xiao Xian, just let her have a taste, just one, it's fine."

"But this... minors are not allowed to drink alcohol, and the correct three views must be established from an early age, Brother Mu."

"Low alcohol is fine, just one sip."

Fang quickly interjected: "Uncle, this alcohol is not low in alcohol, it just doesn't make your head spin when you drink it."

"Uncle?... When was the title established..."

A mountain is higher than a mountain, under Xian's father's persuasion, Fang Xian has no choice but to indulge Su Mei.

Su Mei is so arrogant, she has found a magic weapon to restrain her godfather.

According to the rules, the first sip of wine should be tasted by Dad.

The old man searched his throat, shook the goblet, brought it to his mouth, and first sniffed it in a decent way.

"Brother Mu, this is not wine."

"Then you can't smell it?" Xian's father asked after sniffing, "Is this made with rice wine?"

Fang hurriedly nodded: "I brewed rice wine myself, but I didn't have enough time, so I used some catalytic methods."

After sniffing, Dad Xian was noncommittal, tilted his cup slightly, and took a small sip.

"Hmm..." He closed his eyes to savor the taste. After a long time, he finally put down the cup and opened his eyes very calmly, "I don't know, you can try it."

"..." Fang Xian's complexion twitched. He thought he had entered the setting of the Chinese Little Master. At this time, he should be empowered by a gourd, as if he had been struck by lightning. .

It's true to think about it, there shouldn't be such a brain-dead existence in reality, and the reaction in "Man and Han Banquet" is the limit.

Afterwards, Xian's mother also drank, just nodded her head, shouting that it was delicious.

As usual, Xian's father complained: "What do you know, a rural woman."

"Smell of reading."

At this time, the ladies and Su Mei were already very hungry and thirsty.

In order to avoid the tragedy of Lin Yueru's suffocation, Fang Xian took the first sip by himself.

(End of this chapter)