"How is it? I didn't pull the guests?" When Xu Shuang came back, Chen Zhonggui said, "If you didn't pull, you didn't pull them. Are you hungry? Otherwise, Sister Gong would make some food for you to cushion first. They are all from the villagers. It's the same for customers to go to any house. Do you still compete with others?"

Xu Shuang cried with a sad face: "Nothing was attracted to the guests, there was no one at all."

"How is it possible if there is not a single person?" Chen Zhonggui was surprised and opened his mouth wide.

After hearing what Xu Shuang saw at the entrance of the village, Chen Zhonggui comforted: "Everything is difficult at the beginning. If there is no one, there will be no one. Maybe it will be fine if there is a few days. Things in the world cannot be rushed."

"How many days to wait, how many days to wait? Today is the weekend, and I will rely on these two days in a week. After tomorrow, can someone come?" Xu Shuang was anxious: "It doesn't matter. You only paid 10,000 yuan. I paid more than 40,000 yuan, and I put all my wealth on it."

"It's my fault, it's my fault. I'll scoop you rice. People eat iron rice and eat steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you're hungry."

"What does it have to do with you? Even if I get angry, I will go to Song Qingyun." Xu Shuang sighed: "Forget it, if you are not active in eating, you have a problem with your mind. I am just worried. Isn't it a waste to have such a big pot of braised pork belly? Even if it's in the refrigerator, it won't last for a few days. After a long time, you have to eat bad people's things if it's not fresh."

Sister Gong: "Don't be angry if you feel good, I have a solution. I just kept this from being careful of it and didn't put potatoes. I will add more sauce and salt to make meat sauce later, so I won't be afraid of it being broken. In the future, you can make toppings when eating noodles in the morning, and you can also make seasoning sauces."

Xu Shuang was happy and said, "Sister Gong, you are really good at living."

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“It was a nightmare.”

In the morning, Song Qingyun sat up from the bed in sweat, his heart still beating flutteringly.

At night, he dreamed that he was stewed directly into the pot by the angry people.

But I was not dead yet, so I watched everyone separate themselves and even complained that they deserved it while eating.

Yesterday was Saturday, and the expected tourists did not arrive. All the farmhouses had to fight for nothing, and there was no turnover of a dollar.

Someone couldn't help but come to the door and asked, Secretary Song, I respect and believe in you. You said there is a lot of potential for farm stays, but what happened? The result was that no one came. We cooked so many dishes and sold them all by ourselves. You have to give an explanation.

What else can Song Qingyun do? He had to comfort him and said, "Don't be anxious." It was like this at the beginning, just keep it slowly. I believe the future is bright."

"Bad, we are now toads in glass bottles, with a bright future and little future."

"There is still a way out, don't worry, don't worry."

Song Qingyun was anxious to persuade the people who came over to complain, and began to bombard information in various groups, and posted on WeChat Moments to promote Hongshi Village.

Finally, he called his colleagues and friends and said, "Come to the village and have fun, give your brother a face, you will be almost shameless to meet people now."

"No," said Qiao An, "Your place is too far away and there is no bus connection. I'm too lazy to drive for two hours. Also, Song Qingyun, it's the end of the month now, I'm so poor that I really have no money to spend."

"How can you still lose money if you are rich and beautiful?"

"The landlord's family has no surplus food. I have bought too many online shopping this month, and my cards have been swept."

...

After getting up, Song Qingyun continued to send messages to his acquaintances and friends, and even the fat photographer on the TV station did not let him go.

Everyone seemed to be very proud of their face and replied that they would come over when they have time, but unfortunately today, they couldn't come if they had something to do.

It's the end of the month, and everyone's personal finances are a bit broken.

In the evening, Qiao An and two friends finally came, found Song Qingyun, expressed deep sympathy for his experience, and went to Chen Jianguo to have a meal. At work, Qiao An and Chen Jianguo have contact and are familiar with each other.

Miss Qiao spent 120 or so, and she left in a leisurely manner.

After the weekend, there is no one in the new week.

The villagers who run a farmhouse cook a big pot of vegetables every day when they get up, waiting eagerly until it gets dark and their hopes are shattered.

Dissatisfaction brewed in everyone's hearts and finally exploded.

The first thing that happened was Lao Dian.

Lao Dian hired four helpers, each with a monthly salary of 1,200 yuan. Even if he did nothing, he would incur more than 100 yuan every day when he opened his eyes. This was already a terrible number in Hongshi Village.

He ran directly to Song Qingyun and sat down, without scolding others, but just rolled up Ye Ziziyu and smoked one by one.

Song Qingyun: "Old man, I..."

Lao Dian: "I don't say anything else. The pot of tofu I cooked is sour. Isn't this a waste of things? Also, there are too many foods thrown away by other families, which is too wasteful. Secretary Song, if you do this, the villagers will suffer a lot. The prestige of our village committees is almost lost. How can we lead everyone in the future?"

Song Qingyun: "Tofu is a feature of our village. How many tofu left are left by the villagers... Otherwise... let everyone drain the tofu and make it into dried tofu. I will buy some and send it home to give it to others. My mother likes it very much."

"Even if you buy it, you can't buy that much. I'll ask the old lady at home to give you some to taste. The rest..." Lao Dian: "Feed the pig."

When Lao Dai left, Song Qingyun felt that he was scolding him.

The villagers' leftovers and tofu is used to feed pigs. The weather is hot and the tofu is sour, so the pigs are reluctant to eat it.

Song Qingyun would have been back to the street for two days this week, but now he can't leave, otherwise he would be a bit suspicious of becoming a deserter.

But when he stayed in the village, he felt like he was feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed.

Since he came to Hongshi Village, no matter what difficulties he encountered, Song Qingyun can solve them smoothly. He was a little invisibly inflamed and felt that there was nothing in the world that he could not do.

This incident gave him a blow.

Rural tourism has not started!

...

"Song Qingyun, are you in the village?" Du Jingjing called.

Song Qingyun was weak: "Here, what instructions do you have, classmate Jingjing?"

Du Jingjing: "A tour group is coming to your village. I'll contact you to see if your reception capacity is enough. If you can't receive so many people, I'll arrange for tourists to live in the county."

Song Qingyun was energetic: "You can receive it, you can receive it."

"I didn't even say many people, you can just answer the reception?"

"It's okay to have less than one thousand people." Song Qingyun said hatefully: "It's okay to have more than one thousand people, so you can eat as much as you come. The upper limit of our reception capacity is that there is no upper limit."
Chapter completed!