Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

Feng Yiping closed his eyes, stretched out his hand from the bed and touched it to the side, but felt empty, and opened his eyes to see that Huang Jingping was no longer there. (Baidu search)

From outside the hidden door, you can hear the sounds of washing the cups, the sounds of birds, and Mongolian horses. What a beautiful day!

With a "click", the door was gently opened, Huang Jingping walked in with a washbasin, "You are awake!" She kissed Feng Yiping gently on the face, her lips were cold, and she was wearing toothpaste. The scent, "Will you get up? The morning scenery is good, the air is good, my uncle and aunt just accompanied my grandfather, and went to the lake to stroll, get up, okay?"

She coaxed Feng Yiping like a child.

"Well," Feng Yiping buried his head between her neck, smelling the familiar body fragrance, "I will get up after another kiss."

"Hmm," Huang Jingping kissed his cheek twice, and then started to lift the quilt, "Get up," Feng Yiping yelled, put on his clothes quickly, opened the door, and the breeze took it with him. The breath of grassland blew in.

"It's really comfortable." He stretched out at the door, and found that there was basically no sleep in it. Everyone got up in twos and threes. Many parents of his own group surrounded the horses and camels, habitually. He squatted on the ground smoking a cigarette, looking at the rare big beast in front of him, and talking eagerly with the people next to him.

If this is to take them to a scenic spot on a mountain, they probably don't have this Yaxing yet. In this life, they have never seen other sceneries. The mountains are really tired, but such flat boundaries. They really found it strange, and for a while, they were afraid that they would not see enough.

"Hurry up," Huang Jingping handed over the toothbrush with toothpaste.

Feng Yiping understood her thoughts. Last night, it was the first time for the two of them to live together openly under the noses of their grandfather and parents. The folks also knew that as a girl, she certainly didn't want Feng Yiping to sleep in this morning.

Feng Yiping took the camera and held Huang Jingping's hand. I went to find my parents by the lake, and people greeted them from time to time. "Get up,"

After I walked over, I could still hear words like "A good match" from behind. Huang Jing suddenly felt very good, smiling, holding Feng Yiping even more tightly.

Parents and grandfather, they are watching a few horses drinking water in a sink converted from an old wooden boat. Feng Zhenchang is walking around the horses with his hands in his arms. It seems to be very interesting. The urge to put.

"Grandpa, Mom and Dad, did you sleep well last night?"

"Very good. This is the place. It is so hot during the day and a bit cold at night." Mei Jianzhong said with a smile.

"You two don't move," Mei Qiuping also carried the camera around her neck, and clicked at them. "I will definitely take a few more pictures of you riding a horse at noon. You still remember when you were in third grade, because only for My sister took a picture of riding a horse. Didn't give you a picture, did you lie on the ground and roll around?"

"Mom. How can there be such a thing?" The parents seem to be the same, always like to talk about the embarrassment of their childhood in front of their children.

"Is it a picture of riding a horse in a military uniform? I took one when I was a kid, and it seems to be still there," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

"Yeah, there are many girls in taking pictures. You said he is a boy and he is fighting with his sister for this?"

At that time, photography was still a rare thing, and occasionally a master would take a camera, lead a horse with a few suits of clothes, and walk around the village to take pictures of everyone.

How much is a Feng Yiping can’t remember clearly, it should be one? Or less than one piece. It was a rare thing at the time. He seemed to be sensible, crying and asking his parents for money for the first time.

"I didn't want to take pictures, but I was very interested in cameras at the time," Feng Yiping argued weakly.

This is actually true. In that era when Feng Hongbing’s dual-card tape recorder was the rarest thing in the entire village, the camera was a proper high-tech, even black technology, in the eyes of these country children.

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him. Huang Jingping and her mother were looking at the photos in the camera. Grandpa and father were squatting on the ground head-to-head, talking about something. He leaned over, and Mei Jianzhong grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground. You said that such a good place is surrounded by water, so what's wrong with it?"

He is really a simple and lovely old rural man. If he were allowed to go to the emperor’s imperial garden, he might also be dissatisfied with the flowers and trees, so he said, "Blind this good land for nothing,"

"Grandpa, let's go back for breakfast," Feng Yiping said with a smile.

Feng Zhenchang, who was also pulling up a piece of grass to look at the soil, went to the sink to wash his hands, and looked at the horses that were startled, "Their horse, I'm afraid it can grow a lot of land with us,"

Just to find a reason, I have to say that Dad's temperament as a businessman now gradually overshadowed the temperament of a farmer.

"Mongolian emperors and palace ministers ate in such a place back then, don't we also eat royal food now?" Mei Jianzhong said with a smile looking at the golden-topped big tent in the center.

"Isn't it?" Mei Qiuping continued.

"There should be many foreigners here," Feng Zhenchang said. When he is free, he will read Feng Yiping's history textbook.

Hehe, they are always interested in those things about emperors and generals.

Talking and laughing with Huang Jingping, followed them around a yurt, Feng Yiping ran into an unexpected person, who was actually expected.

The Mongolian elder brother who played the matouqin last night, with a middle-aged man wearing a royal blue Mongolian robe and a lot of ornaments, waited aside.

"Good morning, Mr. Feng, I’m Baiyin. The person in charge of this scenic spot is here to wait for you to have breakfast. These are your elders. Let’s all go together. We have prepared enough dumplings and buns. There are also freshly milked milk, and you made a lot of the vegetables you brought yesterday," Baiyin said in substandard Mandarin.

"Uncle Baiyin, just call me Yiping. Thank you for your kindness. This time we are a group of people and want to have dinner together," Feng Yiping declined his invitation, and he understood Baiyin's intention.

"Big brother, thank you yesterday," he said to the man playing the matouqin.

"I'm Chaolu, little brother Yiping. We came today to ask if we can buy your yesterday's song."

This Chaolu is a straightforward person, standing on the side of the road, he said his intentions.

Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping knew that when they opened the first noodle restaurant, the money they lacked seemed to be obtained by their son selling songs. However, this was the first time I saw someone in person asking for money to buy songs written by his son. There is no shortage of these money now, but they really want to ask, "How much can you pay?"

"Sorry Brother Chaolu, this song is useful to me, I can't sell it to you,"

"We have all asked. I heard that you are in business and don't rely on singing to eat, so why can't you sell it to us?" Chaolu said.

"Sorry, I am really useful,"

"That's okay, don't disturb your meal," Baiyin grabbed Chaolu, "Don't be surprised, he is just a rectum."

Watching Feng Yiping and the others arguing with the central account, Chao Lu said, "Just forget it? Have you heard a few words that we sang? The whole song is better and suitable for us to perform. If this song is bought by Hancheng Down, it will definitely attract more people to play,"

"Chaolu~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you can’t change your impatient? Don’t they have to live for another day, have time to work hard, go, go to my place for dinner," he glanced at Feng Yiping. "Don't worry, it's easy to talk to business people,"

"Yiping, what are you using these photos for?" Feng Zhenchang asked after a while.

"Sister Jin said that convenience stores are useful for publicity," Feng Yiping said more vaguely. Parents don't have much contact with publicity methods, and some of them don't even understand.

"Are you all taught by Teacher Zhu?" Mei Qiuping asked.

"I learned the basics from Teacher Zhu," Feng Yiping somewhat secretly praised his as an exhaustive plan. If he hadn't studied with Teacher Zhu in junior high school that year, these things are really hard to explain now.

"Teacher Zhu and Teacher Wang are both transferred to the county now, right? If you have time when you go back, you have to visit them," Feng Zhenchang said.

"Yes, it was for the three years of junior high school. They were so responsible for Yiping, so they should go and see," Mei Jianzhong said.

"If Yiping sells, how much do you think they will pay for it?" Mei Qiuping still couldn't help asking. (To be continued)