He then asked Chen Xing to look at a building in the distance.
"My dad built the hotel, and of course our company also has a share. It has been open for two months now, and the profit is pretty good."
Hotels in small towns like this were built very quickly. They only have three floors, but they are quite long. There are probably a lot of rooms inside.
After hearing Zhou Peng's introduction, Chen Xing nodded and said, "Of course hotels in such scenic spots are profitable. How much does it cost to stay there for one night?"
"It's not expensive, one hundred and sixty, and we also include breakfast."
This price is not bad for a tourist attraction. After all, this is not a popular tourist attraction. The price is too expensive and I took a bus to the county to stay that night. After all, the two places are not very far apart and the road has been repaired.
, unlike when Chen Xing came here for the first time, the road was completely dirt.
Chen Xing said to Song Shulan, "Where is your brother?"
"At home, we know you are coming. My brother and mother are cooking at home."
"ah?"
Chen Xing said in surprise.
He is not planning to eat here...and isn't there a canteen for eating?
"What are you doing?" Zhou Peng was slightly dissatisfied, "They heard that you were coming and they cooked for you. What's the problem?"
Zhou Peng has lived here for a long time and has become familiar with Song Shulan, knowing that she likes Chen Xing.
He thinks this girl is quite good, has good looks, and is generous in character. The key is that she is a college student. A person with such conditions still likes Chen Xing wholeheartedly. Isn't this a marriage that fell from the sky? As for what Chen Xing did abroad.
That friend, Zhou Peng could only say who she was?
It's not okay to be close or distant.
So he really hopes that Chen Xing and Song Shulan will fall in love. Foreigners should forget about it. It would be better to have a girl from China?
"No, I didn't." Chen Xing explained quickly.
Then he whispered to Zhou Peng: "Have you ever eaten their moss?"
"Have you eaten? What's wrong?"
"ah?"
What else happened?
Zhou Peng thought for a while and asked:
"You don't have any psychological shadow about this, do you? In fact, I think it's okay. You can eat seaweed, but you can't eat moss? Others have to deal with it when making it. It's not dirty. If you wash it in the water every day, maybe it will be better.
It’s cleaner than the food we eat.”
Song Shulan heard Zhou Peng's words and knew that Chen Xing was preparing this dish again, and she also smiled and said: "That's right, Brother Xing just likes to say that this dish is not delicious. What's wrong? We have been doing this for so many years."
Eat it and take it to school as a snack."
"Yes Yes Yes."
Chen Xing rolled his eyes.
It's not a question of whether it tastes good or not, it just feels weird.
Well, there are many foreign dishes that look weirder than this fried moss dish, but I don’t think it’s anything. Maybe it’s just like what Zhou Peng said. This is already a psychological shadow on me.
"Eh? Isn't this Ah Xing? Long time no see." Someone on the street said hello.
"Well, come back and have a look."
"Come back more often. It's thanks to you that this place is so lively now."
Chen Xing looked at the environment while walking. The arrival of tourists did not seem to have caused much damage to the environment of Chunman Village. Now it seems that developing it into a tourist attraction has more advantages than disadvantages, at least for now.
The Miao Village here may not look as trendy as the famous Qianhu Miao Village in Guizhou, but such houses also have a traditional beauty, and many tourists are taking pictures.
Speaking of taking photos, Zhou Peng said: "Didn't you take one of your photos on the mountain above the temple? Now it has become a check-in spot. There are so many people on the mountain at night."
Some angles will make a good photo no matter how you take them. In the photography circle, they are called camera positions. Obviously, shooting the Miao village on the cliff outside the temple is the best camera position.
In this case, Chen Xing pointed to the other side.
"What about this mountain?"
"The way up the mountain is blocked by the Miao people with iron gates. Most people can't go up. By the way, have you seen this witch they are talking about?"
"No, what about you?" Chen Xing said.
"No, I'm still wondering if anyone really lives up there? I haven't seen her come down here for a year. She only goes up there when someone in the village is sick and can't go to the city. I heard she's an aunt in her thirties.
It feels a bit sad, it’s like going to jail.”
"Huh?" Chen Xing said, "Didn't you say she is a beauty in her twenties?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"Forgot." Chen Xing scratched his head.
Forget it, this is all the Miao people's own business anyway, just stay at home, it's not a crime to stay at home, Chen Xing can't control this.
The changes he has brought to the village have been big enough. Now the older generation in the village can do nothing but talk at home, and the young people no longer listen to them.
Concepts began to change, moving closer to order under the influence of tourists. This was also Chen Xing's original intention to establish this travel company.
It stands to reason that if you haven't been to a place for such a long time, you will feel a sense of strangeness.
But in small towns or villages, not to mention a few months, maybe a few years will not see much change. There are no new houses, and there is no lack of anything. Only tourists walking around from time to time make Chen Xing feel happy and wear them all the time.
After passing the Miao Village and walking to the back of the mountain, I was surprised when I saw the reinforcements on the Dai Village.
When I came last time, there were only a few of these wall paintings, but now most of the walls facing the mountain pass are painted. The originally elegant bamboo buildings are dyed with a layer of bright colors, and they look different under the sun.
Bright outside.
These paintings include shepherd boys riding bulls, blue sky and green grass, and old men fishing. Each one is a pastoral scene.
"Song Xingwen did it all by himself?" Chen Xing asked.
"Who else can do it besides him?" Zhou Peng asked back.
"Yes." Chen Xing said with a smile.
He now understands the art of painting. He has always said that he would find time to paint a painting seriously, but he has not started painting since he came back from Norway. Now when looking at these places from the perspective of a professional painter, there is always a kind of art village.
Feel it.
The geographical conditions of the Dai Village are also very good. In front is the Miao Village and the mountains, and in the back is the clear mountain spring. The water flow is relatively stable all year round. In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the water level will not reach the knees when it is the highest.
If accommodation is open here, some artists looking for inspiration would like it very much.
When she was approaching Song Shulan's house, she ran up and knocked on the door.
"Brother, grandma, brother Chen Xing is here."
Zhou Peng laughed and scolded: "You think I don't exist, right?"
"And Zhou Peng."
"Where's brother?"
Song Shulan rolled her eyes.
Chen Xing laughed and put her arm on his shoulder.
The door opened.
Song Xingwen still had the same smile, but it was obvious that his smile was brighter than before.
Isn't it? In the past, after he graduated from college, he came back and drew a lot, and he didn't make much money. He still ate and lived at home all day long. Isn't this just eating his old age? So many people in the village gossiped behind his back and said
How is he?
The village is only so big, how can anything be hidden?
Now he is doing well, his ideals are being realized, more and more tourists are coming to the village, and his paintings have been praised by many people. It can be said that among the three of them, Song Xingwen is the most proud.
