The farmhouse in Li Bowen has chosen a good place, not far from the village. On the hottest hiking route, I cleared a large parking lot. The hiking team who rented a car to park here and basically ate here when they went down the mountain. Including those who drove over to vacation, pick vegetables, fishing...

The infrastructure has been almost done, and part of the old house has been renovated.

Uncle Li asked Li Bowen to remove this place. Not to mention that Li Bowen felt sorry for him, Sun Wenqu even felt that it was a pity.

But what did you say to help Li Bowen go to Uncle Li's place? The grandson asked Qu that it was impossible to do this. He knew this person too well. Even if he was not himself, Li Bowen would count it on him, let alone Li Bowen knew very well that he did it. If he helped him say good things, he would not be able to fall in love with him.

Moreover, when Li Bowen saw that he was not accepting his character, he didn't remember anyone who was nice to him, Sun Wenqu also knew it.

He took out his cell phone and called Ma Liang: "Have you ever seen Li Bowen's farmhouse?"

"No," said Ma Liang, "I'll go see it if I go bankrupt."

"Uncle Li asked him to withdraw. I wonder if he would really withdraw," Sun Wenqu said, "You ask Luo Peng and the others for some reason. If he wants to withdraw, he will definitely ask these people to change hands first. If he transfers, you can help me with the next step, but you can't let him know that it's me, and find someone they don't know to talk."

"Hmm?" Ma Liang was a little confused.

"Have you ever thought about that kind of pottery show-off farmhouse?" Sun Wenqu stood by the window, "I took a look. If he next, he can do it."

"Do you want to be a farmer, a house? And, a pottery?" Ma Liang didn't understand his ideas very much.

"Don't think about the farmhouse. If it's called a pottery farm, will it feel different?" Sun Wenqu smiled. "Mountains and waters, pottery and people, feel the art that is closest to nature, and find the touching touching the heart... I am so talented, and the advertising slogan comes out when I open my mouth."

"That's it," Ma Liang was happy for a long time: "You still have money?"

"It's gone," Sun Wenqu tsk, "but I have a father."

Ma Liang was happy: "Ask the old man, if you want money?"

"It's too unreliable to ask for money, invest," Sun Wenqu said, "Let him invest."

"You ask him to discuss investment, can he answer the investment, and agree?" Ma Liang was a little worried, "He will think you are not reliable."

"Well, I probably can't talk to him. I will definitely make a noise and cause trouble, and it may start arguing," Sun Wenqu said, "so I plan to let Fang Chi talk to him."

"What, what?" Ma Liang was stunned.

"I found that Fang Chi was quite angry with my father," Sun Wenqu tsk, "It's just that stunned. My father likes it very much. I want to say that my father might ask me to write a hundred pages of feasibility report. Fang Chi went to say that he might just ask a few questions."

"My eldest nephew is quite upright, steady," said Ma Liang.

"Well, please help me pay attention anyway." Sun Wenqu said.

After calling Ma Liang, he went downstairs again and circled around the garden for a long time. When he returned to the house, he chatted with two workers for a while. After the workers left, he went upstairs and lay down.

I was very sleepy and tired. I just lie down and closed my eyes. Before I could even think about it in a mess, I fell asleep.

It was not until Fang Chi called him that he opened his eyes reluctantly.

I picked up my phone and looked at the time first, and found that it was already five o'clock and I could sleep well.

"Wake up?" Fang Chi asked.

"Well," Sun Wenqu turned over and buried one eye in the pillow. "If you don't call, I'm not awake yet."

"I just sent you a message, but you didn't reply. I guess you are still sleeping," Fang Chi smiled. "I'm waiting for Xiao Yiming at the intersection now. Get up. Before I said you were here, grandpa said that you were going to have dinner at home."

"Hmm?" Sun Wenqu was stunned, "How did he know?"

"He just went to the convenience store to buy wine and saw your car," Fang Chi's voice sounded relaxed, "Xiao Yiming and the others arrived soon, I will pick them up and go to the farmhouse to find you first."

"Okay." Sun Wenqu sat up.

As soon as Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo got off the bus, it started to snow.

The boy could still recognize Xiao Yiming and happily greeted him and shook his tail at him.

"Oh good girl," Xiao Yiming rubbed its face, "Long time no see."

"What is it called?" Cheng Mo asked.

"Boy." Fang Chi said.

"Does the bitch call me boy?" Cheng Mo was stunned, "Is there a male dog named me boy in your house... Hello, boy, my name is Cheng Mo, I am Brother Xiao's boyfriend."

Fang Chi glanced at Xiao Yiming, and Xiao Yiming sighed: "I have been introducing myself so much for a long time, and I am too lazy to argue with him."

Fang Chi was happy: "The highest level of shamelessness."

"It's just a prophecy." Cheng Mo smiled.

When a few people arrived at the farmhouse, Sun Wenqu took a kettle on the first floor to boil water.

"You two rooms are upstairs," he pointed upstairs, "I live in the two rooms in the middle of the corridor on the left, and you live in the two rooms on the right."

"Okay, thank you brother." Cheng Mo nodded and ran up the stairs in a few steps.

Xiao Yiming stood still and whispered: "Uncle Sun, do you mean there are two rooms in total?"

"Well," Sun Wenqu looked at him, and after a while he whispered, "Are you two still not as good as you need to live in a room?"

"Yes." Xiao Yiming replied.

Sun Wenqu laughed: "The progress bar is walking too slowly. I thought the two young people should have rushed over."

"It's even more fun during the hazy period." Xiao Yiming said.

Fang Chi was very happy: "You just think the chestnut period is more delicious."

They didn't discuss how to arrange the room, so Fang Chi urged him to go home for dinner first.

When Sun Wenqu left the yard, he opened the car door first: "I'll get some things."

"What do you want?" Fang Chi asked.

"Gift." Sun Wenqu took out a big bag from a cardboard box in the back seat.

"Gift? You came with a gift?" Fang Chi was stunned.

"Nonsense," Sun Wenqu handed him the bag, "I'm ready long ago, I'm afraid that if I want to meet, I can't go empty-handed."

"Have you brought American ginseng to your grandfather?" Fang Chi asked.

"Fang Chi, you are sometimes quite considerate, sometimes you are very stupid," Sun Wenqu looked at him, "Can you take care of a gift twice? And is this meeting today an ordinary meeting?"

"...Oh!" Fang Chi responded, and after a few seconds of silence, he laughed, "Is it different, is it different?"

"The IQ is not evenly matched." Sun Wenqu tsk.

Fang Chi grinned and laughed without saying a word.

Sun Wenqu is rarely nervous, perhaps because he is too lazy and it is difficult for him to get nervous if he is in any way.

But when he walked from the farmhouse to Fang Chi's house, he suddenly felt a little nervous.

The boy jumped in front with a brisk pace. Xiao Yiming and Cheng Mo walked behind him and Fang Chi, whispering while walking.

Fang Chi didn't speak all the way, no, he spoke, but he didn't say anything, just laughing.

"Do you have a pharmacy in your village?" Sun Wenqu glanced at him.

"There is a health center," Fang Chi grinned, "but there is no medicine that can cure me, you give up."

Still a distance from Fang Chi's house, Sun Wenqu saw the smoke coming out of the yard. It was probably because of grandpa who was raising the stove.

"Is the yard of Maoyan'er yours?" Cheng Mo asked behind.

"Yes, use charcoal to eat warmth at night." Fang Chi nodded.

"I like it," Cheng Mo was very interested, "The firewood rice is delicious, do you cook with firewood?"

"No," said Fang Chi, "but you people from the city come to have a meal, my grandfather must be making firewood and pot rice."

"That's great." Cheng Mo rubbed his hands.

When he walked to the gate of the yard, Fang Chi shouted: "Grandpa! Everyone is here!"

"Hey," Grandpa responded in the yard, "Come in quickly."

Fang Chi entered the yard, Cheng Mo and Xiao Yiming followed him, and Sun Wenqu stopped and fell to the end.

New Spring Festival couplets were pasted on both sides of the gate of the courtyard, which was posted on the one he wrote last year, but there were traces of tearing and sticking it out. He reached out and touched it and found that the picture below was torn.

Sun Wenqu sighed softly, it should have been teared by grandma. After knowing about this, he tore it, and then he didn't know who had stuck it.

"Is it cold?" Grandpa greeted them in the yard, "Go into the house and sit."

Sun Wenqu walked into the yard, and grandfather turned around and saw him, and smiled and said, "The water canal is here."

"Grandpa," Sun Wenqu smiled and walked two more steps to the kitchen, "Happy New Year grandma."

"Okay, the canal is here," Grandma came out of the kitchen and looked him up and down, "It seems she has lost weight?"

"You can get fat at night." Sun Wenqu said with a smile.

Fang Chi's parents were both in the house. When Sun Wenqu entered, they were sitting, but they stood up together. Sun Wenqu almost wanted to bow ninety degrees.

However, although he was not ninety degrees, he did bent down and wanted to bow, but Fang Chi's father grabbed his arm: "Don't be so polite, sit down."

"I smelled the smell of sweet potatoes, it was roasted." Cheng Mo suddenly said while sitting next to him.

"The smell of floating in the backyard," Xiao Yiming looked at Fang Chi, "Is it the one you bake at home?"

"This nose," Fang Chi's mother smiled, "Can you still distinguish the front and back yards?"
To be continued...