Chapter 734 First Day Tour

The big pearls and otters can be seen early in the morning. Tourists feel that this trip is worth it and are more looking forward to life in the villa in the next few days.

After the fat man went home for dinner, he asked someone to take Maomao and Benben to pick up the station, while Qiqi went to the villa to assist Huangmao and the others as tour guides. When it comes to this, she is actually the most competent person.

After all, this is the first time that Qingshan Manor has officially appeared in front of tourists. Of course, the fat man should also follow and see if there are any areas that need improvement.

Running a villa also makes you feel the feeling of crossing the river. Fortunately, everyone is united and Daqingshan has a rich resource to use. The most important thing is that tourists are really supportive.

This is actually mutual. When tourists are here, they can get rest and enjoy themselves, and gain huge gains. These things are not something they can buy just by spending money, otherwise there are so many villas now, so why do they come here specifically? Isn’t it just for this original feature?

When the fat man arrived at the villa, the tour group was ready, and all of them were wearing golden straw hats, even those foreigners were no exception. This trick was also thought of by the fat man. The tour group all carried hats of various colors with the marks of the travel agency printed on them, so it was easy to find and recognize them at that time. However, since it was a villa, of course it must have the characteristics of a villa, so they all wore this big brimmed straw hat with the words "Qingshan Manor" printed on it.

This is good. If Captain Li’s idea is followed, the “Agriculture Learning Dazhai” would be printed on it.

Huangmao and the others were holding a small flag in their hands. They were originally formed in several groups in the morning, and everyone was in groups. However, because Qiqi joined, everyone had to follow her to visit, and it turned out to be a brigade.

It is vast and has more than a hundred people, both men, women, and young people. Following Qiqi, the little girl feels that the responsibility on her shoulders is heavy, and she must show the best side of Daqingshan to tourists.

The first item is to visit the deer farm and ask the little kids to enjoy the deer riding. Because it was morning, the weather was quite cool. Walking on the path, the grass on both sides was green and wild flowers were blooming, making the pastoral scenery.

Some little kids couldn't help picking flowers. These wild flowers were brightly colored and looked like they were really popular. However, Qiqi quickly stopped this behavior, and she whispered: "Don't pick them, aren't these flowers looking better when they grow on the ground - and those butterflies, bees and other flower fairies all rely on wild flowers to live. We can still taste honey later-"

It doesn't matter if she quarreled like this, butterflies and bees around her gathered together. Qiqi was originally wearing a white princess dress, but it turned into a flower skirt in a short while - there were many flower butterflies on it.

There were also wild bees, big and small, hovering above Qiqi's head. There were black and white bumblebees inside. The fat man pointed in the air and scared the little kids: "See, if anyone picks flowers, these guys rushed forward. Do you know why I am so fat? I was stung by the bee and it has not yet subsided."

The little kids were all giggling, but they were really cautious and did not dare to destroy the flowers and plants at will.

Even the adults were stunned and thought to themselves: This is probably the real flower fairy?

When they arrived at the deer farm, Weiwei rushed over from afar. When they saw Siberian tigers, everyone was thrilling. However, there were so many courageous people. With the comfort of Huangmao and the others, none of them ran away. The fat man was even worse and kept shouting behind him: "No one is allowed to run. Tigers like to chase mobile targets."

Although Weiwei is old, after the fat man's recuperation, his body has recovered almost the same. Therefore, the tiger's power remains unchanged. When they saw the tiger and Qiqi so intimate, everyone slowly approached. Several little kids took courage to come to Qiqi and Weiwei and took photos with them.

"It's not expensive to take photos today. If you take photos with a tiger, you have to charge ten yuan. He is the king of the mountains and is also a big shot. The appearance fee of ten yuan is too low." The fat man was talking nonsense behind him, which also added a lot of laughter to everyone. Huangmao and the others were secretly convinced: Uncle Fat is still good, and he can liven up the atmosphere when he talks and laughs, and he has to learn well.

"Is this a tuft of hair?" A little kid asked Qiqi. Because of the Tiger Sect incident last year, the tuft of hair was very famous.

"This is Weiwei, it is a male tiger. Weiwei and I have been in love with each other for more than 20 years. Now it is old and cannot prey, so it is here to support us." Qiqi blinked her big eyes and explained.

The little kids were amazed, but the little guy just now frowned: "Qiqi is lying, how old are you? How can you know Weiwei for more than 20 years?"

"Many people can testify here, Sister Sakurada and Uncle Tom can do it. My appearance has not changed because I ate the savory faces at the beginning." A foreigner from Chichira testified, and Tom took out the photos of that year and showed it to everyone.

"Let's go, watch the sika deer--" Qiqi shouted and headed straight to the deer pen. Because it was morning, we hadn't gone to grazing yet. When everyone saw so many deer, they were blurred.

Huangmao held a handheld microphone and began to introduce: "We have sika deer, the tall one is the red deer, and the smallest one is the scented deer. Musk is produced in the body of male scented deer. We can also see the rare live musk incense later."

This is also a fun show, proposed by Wang Sanpao. There was also deer antler cutting, but now this month is outdated and the weather is too hot, which is not conducive to recovery.

Qiqi called out a few little sika deer and was intimate with the children. This made the children very happy. They all hugged the deer's neck and took photos happily.

The little sika deer has big eyes and furry ears, which really look like people, and many female tourists also squat on the ground to caress the deer.

The remaining men began to be rude and asked Huangmao and the others if they could get deer antler and deer whip or something.

The fat man blinked and explained to everyone: "We have deer antlers, so they are all real. However, it is not convenient for everyone to take them back. The pharmaceutical factory in our village has ready-made medicinal wine, mainly made of first-rate antlers, and other medicinal materials for strengthening and nourishing the kidneys. Everyone buys that one directly to ensure it is good."

The men were overjoyed and asked where to buy it. Huangmao told them that there was a mountain store in the village where you could buy various local specialties from Daqingshan, but it has not opened yet.

Everyone was anxious when they heard this and shouted: "It's not OK to open it when it will be open, and I'll buy it later!"

It was just arguing, and Wang Sanpao led a few young men over and was about to perform musk decorating. Then everyone surrounded him and watched the fun.

These male musk deer are also used to being taken out. They stretch their legs and lie down there, and they don’t struggle much. If they are really wild deer, they will be different. Unless they are shot dead, they will bite the sachet into pieces after being injured, which is a bit like burning the jade.

Wang Sandau's technique was so skillful that he had just grasped the small wooden spoon. He had been asking for it for more than 20 years and could even close his eyes. The dark musk was brought into the porcelain jar, and everyone sucked his nose and even praised it. Someone wanted to buy it on the spot and put it at home, but was stopped by the fat man: "This one is not processed, and after being left for a long time, it will smell fishy. And the quantity is too small, so I won't sell it to everyone."

After hearing what he said, everyone gave up. However, there was still someone who didn't give up. A middle-aged man in his fifties came to the fat man: "Brother, I have to sell me some of it no matter what. This is the musk I saw taking out, it must be pure."

The fat man had long noticed this man. He was wearing a very ancient silk shirt, yellow and white, which should be made of tussah silk. He wore it in summer and his hair was meticulously carried to the back, with an extraordinary demeanor. So he asked, "I don't know what it is for?"

"I am a painting person. I add a small amount of musk to the ink mark, which is called musk ink. It has a fragrant smell and can also prevent insects and moths, and preserve it for a long time." The man said calmly.

"So that's it. Then we will give you the old age. The sword is given to the martyrs. However, you must be embarrassed to ask for it for nothing. So you can draw a few paintings for us and write some words. Let's take each of us. How about it?" The fat man said with a smile.

The man was stunned: "Brother, do you know the price of this natural musk?"

The fat man nodded: "That is, it's six or seven times the price of gold. The price is not a problem. Everyone knows it over time. Our people in Shantun talk about feelings, and whether money or not is a trivial matter."

When it is time to be large, there will be large amounts. Fatty know that this is a good opportunity for publicity, and it is also to establish the image of Koshantun. No need for anything else. When you go back to promote, you will have a few more tourists and everything will come out.

Everyone looked at the musk I took out just now, and it must be five or six grams after drying it. If it is sold, it will be seven or eight thousand yuan.

The man also showed a little excitement on his face: "Okay, okay, I'll linger for half a month, and make a few more landscape paintings for the villa, as long as I don't dislike it."

He was very confident when he heard that he was talking. The fat man grabbed the back of his head and came to him: "Have you asked Mr. Daming yet?"

"Haha, the nameless person is not worth mentioning. I am Shen Shun'an." The man shook hands with the fat man, very intimate.

"Mr. Shen, this - hehe, I'm not very familiar with painting, please forgive me." The fat man knew that several old painters, Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, Xu Beihong, etc., but they were all gone.

Shen Shun'an didn't care. Instead, the fat man was straightforward and said whatever he wanted to win his favor.

The fat man handed the musk to Shen Shun'an, then took out the phone, called Xiao Shitou, and asked him if he knew a painter named Shen Shun'an. Xiao Shitou said on the phone: "I know, he is Mr. Zhang Daqian's disciple and is also famous."

After putting down the phone, the fat man yelled a few times, saying in his heart: This time it’s really not a loss-making business.
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