C91 The Mainstay

Then, he seriously thought about it and walked in front of Fan Wenbin with a smile on his face. Just as he was about to speak, the auntie Duan Xiangmei walked over and pulled her aside. She quietly handed her a thousand yuan and said with a smile, "Caixia, this is a token of appreciation from your uncle and me. Don't think it's too little. "

During this period of time, Duan Xiangmei was in a state of excitement. After her English teaching method was recognized by the relevant leaders of the Education Bureau, not long after, it was strongly promoted in the entire county, giving her great encouragement and confidence.

This year, there were seven or eight teachers in the county's Second Senior High who were qualified to be awarded with advanced titles. The competition was exceptionally fierce. If one did not have a huge advantage, it was still two different things if one did not have a high evaluation. Now, in this way, this year's senior official title could definitely be evaluated. Several times, he couldn't sleep at night and kept thinking about this problem.

Furthermore, his son Fan Xuehua's Pioneer Company had just been opened for a short period of time, and he had received the support of the current Deputy Chief of the Public Relations Department of the Traffic Police Brigade. His student, Wang Shao Lan, had given a huge amount of his business to Pioneer Company to do, which made his son very successful and very proud of himself as he launched the first shot of business in Zhonghai.

These good things happened one after another, and his gloomy mood was swept away. How could he not be happy all day long? Then, he said, "Caixia, I observed carefully just now and discovered that Little Song is a good young man. Not only is he cultured, but he also has a good temper. "

These two appropriate words were said in Fan Caixia's heart, making her feel extremely comfortable. At that time, To be able to take a fancy to Song Zhantao, it was indeed because he saw these two merits of his. One had to know that. . . Song Zhantao was seven or eight years older than her. He was almost thirty this year. It was precisely because his son was older. . . Song Jie and his wife were so anxious that they could not sleep all night.

Today, the engagement of their son was a joyous matter, but because Fan Wenbin was Fan Caixia's uncle, Song Jie and his wife were worried that they would feel uncomfortable after meeting him, so they used the excuse of refusing to come to the Fan family's residence. This made Fan Caixia feel a little unhappy in her heart, and she secretly complained that they were not human at all.

The impression that the aunt left for Fan Caixia was much better than her second aunt. Duan Xiangmei was indeed a teacher. Whether it was talking or doing things, she appeared reasonable and reasonable, making people feel comfortable. Unlike her second aunt, Liu Aijuan, who looked like a petty citizen, she was calculative and always wanted to take advantage of others.

Today, except for the fourth uncle and his wife, who were far away in Shenzhen, her uncle, aunt, and niece all came to support her. This was the most complete gathering of Fan Youmin's family ever since Great-Grandfather Fan passed away.

At this moment, the autumn sun was shining warmly on the ground, and the atmosphere outside the house was filled with joy. There were several tables of banquets in the courtyard, and all of them were filled with relatives, friends, and neighbors. Everyone was eating sweets, laughing at each other, and the atmosphere was filled with joy.

As the saying goes, when people are happy, they are in high spirits. As his grandfather, Fan Youmin appeared to be very energetic. This year, because Fan Xuehua had put the meat of the Cistanin for sale on the Internet, medicinal herbs merchants from all over the country called to consult with him. The price was also higher than the previous years. They were so happy that the old couple could not close their mouths. Today, the eldest grandson's daughter was getting engaged again. It was even more joyous and more energetic.

"Bin Bin, your idea last time was very good. Put the pork sarong on the computer and buy it. " Looking at his eldest son, Fan Youmin could not hide the joy in his heart. With a smile, he said, "The computer is a good thing. When you type on the keyboard, everything comes out. "

That time, Fan Wenbin took advantage of the time when he returned home to take many photos. He displayed the overall appearance of his father's farm music from different angles, allowing Fan Xuehua to process the technology and even add text music. After that, he put it on the Internet, and very quickly, it attracted a wide range of attention.

Sometimes, Fan Youmin could pick up dozens of phone calls from all over the country in a day. A medicinal herb merchant from An Hui. After reading this news on the Internet, he came all the way to the Fan household. He paid a high price to buy all the cinders in one go, and even hired a few local trucks. They had been transported directly to Anhui Bozhou, which had a good reputation as the "capital of herbs. " It had caused a huge sensation.

It was this huge sensation that made Gao Yiyong, the secretary of the new village Party Committee, see the broad prospects of growing cinnamon. He led a group of people to Fan Youmin's farm entertainment. After a field inspection, he decided to promote it all over the village. He also invited experts from the provincial agricultural science department to hold a training class on how to grow cinnamon in the village government.

"Dad, you're old. I'm afraid you can't keep up with the large-scale planting of cinnamon. " Fan Wenbin looked at his dark and thin father and said with some heartache, "Planting the cinnamon is a technical job, and it also takes a lot of physical work. It's very tiring. "

Ever since he heard Yao Guanqun's suggestion last year and had the idea of building the Ancient Silk Road Cultural Resort, his gaze had been fixed on his father's farm entertainment as well as the large river bank where he planted cinnamon. Although it was the collective land of the Fan family, his father had already signed a 20 year contract with the village committee to obtain long-term use rights.

That beach land was close to the Yellow River. It was very large and the salinity was very serious. It had been a long time since they were able to plant crops such as rice, rice, and other crops. It just so happened that it could be used to build a resort. According to the words of Yao Guanqun and the other experts, it was a very ideal place.

Moreover, there was a huge red sand rock that stood proudly in the middle of the riverbank. This huge rock was around 40 meters tall and 60 meters long. It was originally hidden. In the Yellow River turbulence, the waves hit the rocks and the huge waves rolled. It was hard for the raft to get close.

Later on, as the river flowed south, the water volume decreased. Over the years, it gradually emerged from the surface of the water and stood alone in the wide river that was filled with aromatic grass and trees. It was like a stone lion guarding the door, majestic and tall and proud.

Standing at a high place. . . Looking from afar, Shi Feng stood tall, thick and round. The top, the bottom, and the bottom were shaped like mushrooms. They had distinct edges and no companions. They were all independent, as if they were accumulating high-spirited energy in silence. They were known as one of the 'mainstays' of the Eight Scenes of Daan.

According to Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty, "Reconstructing Daan Wei Zhi, The mainstay, in the Yellow River about five miles to the northwest of Daan County, stood tall and straight. It was as if it was cut by Fangzheng, and there were beautiful trees on it. It is known as the only rock with a cascading torrent and a rapid flow in the east. "

In the book Right Stone Collection, there was a single stone that was different from an ordinary stone. It was also recorded. In the tens of thousands of years of the Great Ming Dynasty, Xing Jie, who was the Supervising Department and later the Minister of War, had also been recorded in the Book of the Right Stone of the Dragon's Stone of the Dragon's Stone of the Dragon's Stone of the Dragon's Stone. When he patrolled the Great Peace Guards, he took a boat to cross the river. He came to the Fan Family to admire the stone and named it the "mainstay. " After that, Li Chongyi carved the words on the stone. It had been passed down to this day.

Since young, Fan Wenbin had heard of this story. When he was in primary school, he often came here to play around with a group of students around Solitary Stone. There were a few times that he actually fantasized about climbing up this huge rock, but in the end, he fell onto the soft riverbed wetland and looked up at the rock helplessly.

"My brother is right. Dad, you should work harder and enjoy more life with my mom. You're so old. It's time for you to enjoy your life. Why are you still working so hard? " Fan Wengong followed his brother's words closely and sincerely said.

"Now, Caixia has already grasped the advanced technology to plant the pork cicada. In my opinion, next year, let Caixia plant that piece of land of yours. You and my mother don't need to work hard anymore. Just be an advisor and give some pointers. "

As he said this, he thought. . . Ever since his father's cinnamon was posted on the Internet, it had already become famous throughout the entire Da An. It had become the king of Cirilla Rong. The county and village government had set up this place as the "Exemplary Area of Cirilla Rong. " If he could take his father's river bank, He would manage it himself and eat a bowl of instant noodles. How wonderful would that be?

Seeing that his two sons were so concerned about him, Fan Youmin immediately revealed a faint sneer. He was very clear about the little scheme in the hearts of his two sons. Then, he said coldly, "I have my own plans. You should think about your own matters. "

After a while, he said, "Your mother and I are old, but we are in good health. It is not time for us to enjoy ourselves. We have worked so hard for our entire lives. Once we are free, we will still feel uncomfortable. "

Starting from the spring of 1981, when he was idle, he ran around doing business. He received wool, sold tobacco leaves, and sold vegetables. He would do anything as long as he could earn money.

Although he had been struggling for so many years and had not earned much money, he had never stopped. His family was big, and his expenses were big. If he did not make money, how could he feed his family?

When he said this, he thought to himself, You two brothers are thinking about that river bank. You want to take advantage of me and eat ready-made food. Each and every one of them seemed to care about me. In the end, they didn't care about the money in my pocket. In today's society, without money, do you still want to enjoy life?