Now, Mr. Chen, his granddaughter Dong Yue, and Mr. Zhang Chunming rent a house at his own house, and he has a rent of 4,500 yuan a month. If he adds living expenses, he can get about 10,000 yuan a month, which is a good income.

Dong Yue also decided to live in the village for several months with her grandfather, mainly because she is more flexible in her work and does not require a fixed place. Speaking of which, this girl is still a fellow traveler with Zeng Zhi before because she is also a writer. However, she wrote online novels and has a considerable reputation, which is very unexpected to Zeng Zhi. A girl with a background like her would actually choose to write online novels.

The two old men were in the yard, exercising while paying attention to the surrounding environment.

This is a typical rural old courtyard house. The huge ginkgo trees in the middle of the yard cover the sky and the sun. A hen is carrying a group of chickens digging the soil between the bluestone slabs, and occasionally digging out one or two small insects, causing the chickens to compete for it, making it very lively.

"This kind of small courtyard is already extinct in Jiangdu!" Chen Xiangyang did a chest expansion exercise and said with great emotion, "If you don't want to talk about anything else, just focus on this environment. The prospects for developing tourism here are really good!"

When I arrived in the village yesterday evening, it was sunset. The entire village merged with Nanwu Mountain in the distance, like a wonderful oil painting, which stunned the old man. With his experience, experience and the eyes of being a master of Chinese studies, we can naturally see the advantages of Zhongpai Township and the village. As long as we solve the problems of transportation, accommodation and catering, Nanwu Mountain will become a nationally renowned tourist destination just around the corner.

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When the two of them practiced last morning, they saw Zeng Zhi coming back with a small pickup truck.

Zeng Zhi greeted, "It's so early for two old men."

Zhang Chunming smiled and said, "Xiao Zeng, you are really early. You're out before six o'clock, right?"

It turned out that the old man was awakened by the sound of Zeng Zhi starting the car in the morning. With the arrival of summer, it was getting earlier and earlier. Zeng Zhi had to go home after delivering the dishes to prepare breakfast for his family and the two old men, so he set off in advance in the morning. It was about 5:30 when he drove out.

Zeng Zhi smiled and said to the two elders: "You guys sit down first, I'll cook breakfast, it'll be fine soon."

Zeng Zhi agreed to provide breakfast to the two elderly people and Dong Yue because they were only three of them and they couldn't eat much. Anyway, he had to prepare three meals for his family of three, and it would be almost the same as adding some portions per meal.

Because of the addition of Chen and the other two, Zeng Zhi followed the living habits of the city people. The noodles were prepared for breakfast, which were steamed buns and rice porridge. The noodles were already prepared before he left the house in the morning. The rice porridge was also put into the pot and boiled on fire for almost two hours. Now you only need to steam the buns and steamed buns before you can start eating.

When Zeng Zhi entered the door, he saw Dong Yue wearing pajamas, yawning, and his eyes were confused. The girl blushed when she saw Zeng Zhi.

Zeng Zhi greeted her, told her where to wash, and then went into the kitchen.

At about eight o'clock, the breakfast was on time. The first time the two old men ate this kind of farm-style breakfast, which was rich in spiritual food, and their appetite was wide open. For the first time, they ate one more bun and drank half a bowl of rice porridge.

"Wild tea in the mountains is not worthy of respect!" After the two elders finished their breakfast, they poured a cup of hot tea for them.

After dinner last year, Zeng Zhi originally planned to make a pot of his own tea for them, but who knew that Zhang Chunming offered treasures and wanted to make the tea he fried, so Zeng Zhi ignored him.

"Good tea!" Chen Xiangyang took the teacup and sniffed it deeply, then sipped it gently, and said involuntarily.

As a master of Chinese studies, Chen Xiangyang naturally drank good tea, but he never thought that in such a remote countryside, he could encounter good tea with a long fragrance and a refreshing taste.

In Chen Xiangyang's opinion, although these unknown camellias are not as good as the top Yuqian Longjing, they are not far from each other, and are no less than the so-called top ten famous teas in China.

Dong Yue said with a smile: "Grandpa, I didn't lie to you, are you? The tea from Brother Zeng's house is delicious."

Chen Xiangyang nodded and said with a smile: "You girl, you are indeed telling the truth."

Zeng Zhi smiled and said to the two elders: "You guys sit down first, I'll cook breakfast, it'll be fine soon."

Zeng Zhi agreed to provide breakfast to the two elderly people and Dong Yue because they were only three of them and they couldn't eat much. Anyway, he had to prepare three meals for his family of three, and it would be almost the same as adding some portions per meal.

Because of the addition of Chen and the other two, Zeng Zhi followed the living habits of the city people. The noodles were prepared for breakfast, which were steamed buns and rice porridge. The noodles were already prepared before he left the house in the morning. The rice porridge was also put into the pot and boiled on fire for almost two hours. Now you only need to steam the buns and steamed buns before you can start eating.

When Zeng Zhi entered the door, he saw Dong Yue wearing pajamas, yawning, and his eyes were confused. The girl blushed when she saw Zeng Zhi.

Zeng Zhi greeted her, told her where to wash, and then went into the kitchen.

At about eight o'clock, the breakfast was on time. The first time the two old men ate this kind of farm-style breakfast, which was rich in spiritual food, and their appetite was wide open. For the first time, they ate one more bun and drank half a bowl of rice porridge.

"Wild tea in the mountains is not worthy of respect!" After the two elders finished their breakfast, they poured a cup of hot tea for them.

After dinner last year, Zeng Zhi originally planned to make a pot of his own tea for them, but who knew that Zhang Chunming offered treasures and wanted to make the tea he fried, so Zeng Zhi ignored him.

"Good tea!" Chen Xiangyang took the teacup and sniffed it deeply, then sipped it gently, and said involuntarily.

As a master of Chinese studies, Chen Xiangyang naturally drank good tea, but he never thought that in such a remote countryside, he could encounter good tea with a long fragrance and a refreshing taste.

In Chen Xiangyang's opinion, although these unknown camellias are not as good as the top Yuqian Longjing, they are not far from each other, and are no less than the so-called top ten famous teas in China.

Dong Yue said with a smile: "Grandpa, I didn't lie to you, are you? The tea from Brother Zeng's house is delicious."
Chapter completed!