Mei’s father suddenly woke up: “Song Qingyun, do you want to develop the tourism industry in the village?”

Song Qingyun nodded.

Meifu: "Wait, aren't you going to introduce the grape industry?"

Song Qingyun: "This is not a contradiction. Tourism is a long-term investment. At the beginning, the output was limited, and the villagers' main income had to rely on land. Besides, the tourism industry will also be affected by the season. The peak season here is winter. In summer, the ultraviolet rays are strong and hot. I am afraid that no one can come and only make half a year of money in a year. I think so, you have to have highlights in developing the tourism industry."

"There are three highlights in our village: First, the climate of snow-capped mountains and dry and hot river valleys, which is suitable for wintering and health care; second, ancient houses; third, the original rural pastoral scenery."

"After the vineyard is built, it can help poor households get rid of poverty, and the other is a scene. It's so interesting to pick while looking at the scenery!"

When Song Qingyun was so excited that he was a little logically confused, Mei's father laughed and said, "Actually, I have been thinking about this matter these days. It's so good here. It's a pity that I hide in the deep mountains and no one knows it. I support you if you want to develop the tourism industry and are willing to do your part."

Song Qingyun: "Uncle Mei, you are an expert. Can you help our village get a plan? As for the consultation fee, please give it a number."

Mei's father burst out laughing: "Whoever wants your money? The village is so poor, I can't take it out! I will help you with it for free. If you Song Qingyun remember my affection in the future, you will send me some bacon and sausages every year. Yes, you will need pure grain pigs raised in this village."

Song Qingyun patted his chest and said, "Uncle, don't worry, I, Song Qingyun, have bought the pork of your whole family every year."

Mei's father said: "The tourism industry is a huge project with early investment, especially infrastructure construction is simply astronomical. Take the Qinglongxi Ancient Town project I was hosting for example. Within three years, more than 2 billion yuan has been invested."

"What?" Song Qingyun took a breath of air conditioning: "This..."

Seeing his face change, Mei's father said, "Don't be afraid. The investment in tourism is mainly roads and various facilities. Simply put, it is about food, accommodation, transportation and play. Eating is restaurants and night markets; staying is hotels and hotels, travel is a bridge of truth; play is entertainment. Visitors come and eat can be solved at the villagers' homes, and they can live there. You are usually not worth investing in the roads here. As for playing, it is mainly about snow-capped mountains and ancient houses, especially ancient villages. You have to maintain their original appearance, build a lot of construction, repair the old as new, and I'm afraid no one will come to play. In recent years, there have been ancient towns under construction everywhere, with thousands of towns on the same side. Tourists have long been aesthetically exhausted, but the quaint and tattered here are quite attractive."

After saying that, he looked into the village again.

At this moment, a cloud suddenly floated across the sky, casting a large shadow on the earth.

In the light and shadow, the ancient houses are simple and lush, and the wind blows, surging.

The west wind illuminates the afterglow, with a unique charm.

Lao Mei continued: "In fact, the main investment is to transform the homes of villagers with certain reception capabilities. The house needs to be basically decorated, the toilet needs to be installed with flush toilets, and the hygiene needs to be done. It really doesn't cost much."

Song Qingyun: "Isn't this a farm stay?"

“Isn’t farm stay profitable?”

Song Qingyun: "If you do well, you will make money."

"That's all." Lao Mei: "You are too remote here. There must be not many tourists at the beginning. You have to slowly promote it, carry out environmental improvements, and slowly upgrade tourism settings. You can't be anxious."

Renovation and improvement are later, the key is how to promote it, and how to make Hongshi Village hidden in the mountains unknown to the world. Song Qingyun asked Lao Mei: "Uncle Mei, how did you promote it when you presided over the development of Qinglongxi Town, and give me some advice."

Lao Mei replied that there was actually not much publicity back then. Think about it, Qinglongxi is only 30 kilometers away from the provincial capital. The residents of the provincial capital are famous for their ability to eat and play. After knowing that there is such an ancient town, it spreads through ten thousand and hundreds of people, and gradually there are more people.

Seeing Song Qingyun's slightly disappointed gaze, he continued, "The publicity has been done." For example, bringing information to participate in various tourism expos and forums held in China, the world is changing very quickly now, and the old promotion and distribution methods are no longer used.

I think you are young and flexible. As long as you are interested, this thing will definitely be done. Be patient and patient.

The two were talking happily, when Song Qingyun suddenly saw someone flashing across the courtyard wall with the corner of his eyes, and his heart moved: "Old Du, stop eavesdropping, if you want to chat, come over with ease."

It was indeed Durimi, and he smiled: "I happened to pass by and I accidentally heard it."

Lao Mei: "You Lao Du, you are elusive, come and have tea."

Du Limei said: "How simple is the publicity thing. Now it is the Internet era. As long as Hongshi Village makes an exit monument online, there is no need to worry about no one coming to play. In fact, this matter is not much cost. Nowadays, the self-media, live streaming and other things are so developed! Besides, you can also engage in integrated media locally."

Song Qingyun suddenly changed color and slapped the table: "Old Du, you really reminded me...Old Du, what's wrong with you?"

I saw that as soon as he finished saying this, Du Limei seemed to be stunned and stood there motionless.

Mei's father said, "Old Du, you have a cerebral hemorrhage and a stroke, right?"

If a person of this age is fat again, he will definitely have three highs. If he accidentally occurs, a cardiovascular and cerebrovascular disease will cause death.

Lao Mei was anxious and stood up and wanted to pinch Du Li Meiren.

Suddenly, Boss Du called out: "I remembered an important thing that needs to be done, so let's go first."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away with the agility he didn't have at his age.

Song Qingyun: "Old Du, are you really okay? Where are you going?"

Durimi: "I'm really okay, I'm very healthy. I'm going to Ronan's house. I thought about how to convince her."

Since breaking up with Ronan, Du Limei has tried several times to reunite, but he has lost the trust of Widow Luo and has been driven out by others every time. If you go there today, there should be no exception.

Song Qingyun and Lao Mei both shook their heads, and they sat down and chatted while having tea.

Lao Mei said that she had been retiring to the second line for several years and was no longer familiar with work. When she was developing Qinglongxi, she found a teacher from a garden design institute in Beijing to get a plan, and now the plan is still placed at her home in the provincial capital. After all, developing Qinglongxi Ancient Town is the highlight of her life, and all the information is retained and used to reminisce when she is old.

Although Qinglongxi and Hongshi Village are different, they can also be used as reference. On the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, their family will return to the provincial capital and get it together. In addition, the teacher's contact information can also be given to Song Qingyun.

Song Qingyun thanked repeatedly, and smiled and said that the two village committees of Hongshi Village were so poor that they were just a commander who could not afford to hire an expert from the design institute.

Lao Mei: "Du Limei is from the Architectural Design Institute. You can ask him to help with the planning!"

"Ah, Ignore it." Song Qingyun slapped his head: "It's natural to find him, but this person only has money in his eyes, so I can't get the design fee."

Lao Mei smiled: "Secretary Song Qingyun, I can see that Du Limei stopped taking your medicine. I think you will definitely have a solution."

The two chatted for a long time, and the more they talked, the more they entered the alley, and gnawed on sweet potato seeds.

At noon that day, Song Qingyun simply ate in Chen Jianguo. Chen Wenshu's family of five, Lao Mei's family had about ten people, and Song Qingyun set up three large tables, which smelled like New Year's Eve dinner. However, Mei's mother was still dissatisfied with him. She rolled her eyes from time to time across the dining table, and kept interrupting the conversation between Lao Mei and Song Qingyun and making a few sarcasm.

Lao Mei and his wife were sitting back to back. He turned his head and smiled, "Old Niuer, after dinner, the group of college students said they were going to have a party and do art program at the burning paper tower. Do you participate?"

"Ah, attend, participate, I have to bring my Saxophone with me." Mei's mother was excited and threw the chopsticks: "I'll go and prepare."

In a moment, intermittent music came from the upstairs.

Mei's father said to Song Qingyun: "I finally sent the person away and it was purified."

Song Qingyun smiled and picked up the wine glass: "Uncle Mei, uncles, Jianguo, Chunrong, come, let's go."

I didn't finish drinking until two o'clock in the afternoon. I felt a little dizzy, but I couldn't stop the excitement.

Song Qingyun brought Chen Jianguo and Lao Mei to talk about the development of rural tourism in Hongshi Village. He and Lao Mei summarized it and Chen Jianguo took the record.

At five o'clock, a rough plan was finally drawn up. Song Qingyun called Gong Zhenxin again and said that on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the old branch secretary must go back to the village to preside over the work meeting for the next year, and all the members discussed the development of Hongshi Village.

Gong Zhenxin said he would definitely arrive. Even if he was seriously ill, he would be carried over. Song Qingyun, you have a good idea. Didn’t we visit the tea ecological park in Xiahe Village when we went to the street for a meeting last time? It was a great inspiration for me at that time. They can have high ecological tourism there, why can’t we do it? There are more old houses here than them, and we can still see snow mountains! The eighth day of the lunar month and the eighth day of the countryside set a year’s work arrangement. Rural tourism is one leg, and grape planting internship base is one leg, and walking on two legs is steady.

Song Qingyun suddenly smiled bitterly: "I have a rough plan in my hand. After the village committee’s resolution is approved, I will report to the street leaders. I will fight for the internship base for the first year. I hope there will be a good result."

Professor Baima has a weird personality and is really a difficult person to deal with. Song Qingyun has a headache.

It is already time to have the New Year’s Eve dinner after leaving Chen Jianguo.

But I saw that the sky was still blue, and smoke from cooking was rising in every household, and the fragrance of food and white wine was floating in the air, and laughter was everywhere, and the flavor of the New Year suddenly became stronger.

As soon as Song Qingyun walked to the village department, he received a call from Du Limei: "Song Qingyun, I'm sorry, I won't have the New Year's Eve dinner with you. I've told Jingjing and your mother just now."

"Have you left Hongshi Village? No, right?" Song Qingyun looked at the village gate, and Boss Du and his car were both in: "Who would you accompany your daughter to have the New Year dinner?"

Du Limei: "Nonsense, I'm naturally accompanying my woman. I'm here at Ronan, and I'll make up with her. By the way, I'll have to say that Professor Bai has made it, and his project will be implemented at the beginning of the year."

"Ah!" Song Qingyun shouted: "What happened? What happened over you this afternoon? Old Du, you gave me a big gift!"

"Don't worry, listen to me slowly."
Chapter completed!