The heavy rain had been pattering all night, but it finally stopped the next morning.

The sky was blue after the rain washed, and the air was filled with the fragrance of earth.

Xu Shujian opened the door and took a deep breath, refreshing. He stepped down the steps with his front foot, and with a casual glance on his hind foot, he met the fruitful garden on his right.

He couldn't help but walked over.

This mansion is not big in terms of size. It covers an area of ​​only 1,500 square meters. The main building is a three-story, one-bottom and twelve-room building with a combination of Chinese and Western architectural styles. On the left hand side of the main building is a pure Western-style bungalow and a parking house, and on the right hand side is a small garden.

Guo Bingsheng (that is, he used to be a wealthy businessman in his ancestors, studied in Western countries for six years, and founded six or seven factories after returning to China, and now he is the director of the Department of Food and Agriculture of the Ministry of Commerce), the mansion was nationalized after the accident It was used as a public house and was allocated to the workers of the machinery factory to live, and this small garden became a vegetable garden.

Later, this mansion was given to Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian by Guo Bingsheng.

Xu Shujian was busy giving lessons, practicing calligraphy, and translating documents, while Song Fengchen had no hobby of planting flowers, so this vegetable garden was left unused.

The small garden area is quite large, 300 square meters, a small half acre of land.

Two days ago, Song Fengchen didn't know how to suddenly get interested, and took a lot of effort to clean up the vegetable field, and got a few fruit seedlings and some vegetable seeds to plant.

Xu Shujian clearly remembered that when he came back from get off work yesterday, the vegetable plot was empty except for a few half-dead fruit seedlings, not even the roots of weeds.

But at this moment, a bunch of fruit seedlings have emerged from the ground, winter dates, chestnuts, cherries, walnuts, grapes, mulberries, and a toon tree. The thickest trunk is almost as big as a bucket. There is no space under the big tree, and it is covered with sweet potato vines-they occupy a small half of the vegetable garden.

In the middle of the vegetable garden, the honeysuckle flowers planted last night are in full bloom.

The other side is full of vegetables, such as tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, cowpeas, leeks...Although the planting area is not large, when roughly counted, the types are at least more than double digits.

It seems that their family won't have to buy vegetables in the future.

Xu Shujian touched the grape leaves, looked back from the green and yellow cherries, and landed on the toon buds. He picked a tomato and put it under his nose to sniff. The faint fragrance greatly pleased his nerves.

"How about it, not bad!" Song Fengchen's voice sounded behind him.

Xu Shujian turned her head, her eyes flickered, and he asked, "You did it last night?"

"Right." Song Fengchen was in a better mood.

Last night, he used those three jade seals to set up an improved version of the Spirit Gathering Array. The reason it is said to be an improved version, because this spirit gathering formation gathers not the aura between the heavens and the earth, but the dragon aura remaining on the side of the Forbidden City-they can at least guarantee that the honeysuckle will survive for another fifty years.

It is estimated that it will take two or three days for the dragon gas honeysuckle to be absorbed. During this period, there will be some accidental dragon gas. Song Fengchen arranged this vegetable garden in accordance with the principle of not being wasted.

"Not bad!" Xu Shujian praised sincerely.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Song Fengchen's gaze passed through Xu Shujian, fell on the big iron gate behind him, and said: "Guests are here, you should go to school first. If you don't leave, you will be late."

Only then did Xu Shujian remember what was going on, he quickly raised his hand and looked at the pointer of the watch on his left wrist, "It's half past seven."

He stuffed Song Fengchen with the tomatoes in his hand and walked out quickly while saying, "You will pick a few more later, and eat tomatoes mixed with sugar at noon."

"Okay." Song Fengchen reminded: "Remember to ask Teacher Zhou for a leave."

The first or two classes in the morning were Teacher Zhou's class, and Song Fengchen estimated that he might not be able to make it through.

"knowledge."

It's not He Duanfeng who came here.

"Where can I come here, so that the humble house will be brilliant!"

"Friends of Daoist joked." He Duanfeng was a little embarrassed when he thought of what he had come from.

"What to drink?" Song Fengchen asked.

"Boiled water is fine."

Song Fengchen really poured a glass of boiled water for He Duanfeng and his companions.

He Duanfeng stretched out his hand to take the cup, took a sip, put it on the coffee table, and looked at the furnishings in the room awkwardly: "The decorations here are really nice, elegant and more stylish."

Song Fengchen wasn't in the mood to ridicule with him. He simply got to the point and interrupted his polite remarks: "I wonder why the chief came here last night."

A touch of unnaturalness flashed across He Duanfeng's face, and he said truthfully: "This is all from the above."

Song Fengchen believed that although He Duanfeng had a staid nature, but the word honesty was written in his bones, he couldn't and could not miss other people's things.

Song Fengchen bluntly said: "Let's talk, how much do you want."

He Duanfeng immediately cheered up and uttered two words: "Half."

"Heh." Song Fengchen sneered.

He Duanfeng looked helplessly at his companion next to him.

Sure enough, professional people have to come to negotiate.

"We all understand the truth." The middle-aged man sitting next to He Duanfeng helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said frankly: "It stands to reason that Lingzhi does not care about you. Dragon Qi is originally no owner. Things have nothing to do with the country, and the country really shouldn’t covet your things."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows, and probably didn't expect the middle-aged man to say so.

"But who made your things so eye-catching."

Why did the upper part order them to come to the door cheeky? It was not because the matter of starting a family was spread out——Old man Cheng (Cheng Hanfei's grandfather) ate a few honeysuckle flowers in Song Feng, and the next day he got a headache. .

What a magical effect this must be.

As long as there is no one who is in a high position who is not afraid of death, especially the one who survives on the battlefield, which is not all sickness. If there is such a good medicine in hand, it will not make them live for a year or a half longer, so can they not make their eyes hot!

This is the same truth as guilty of Biqi.

But Song Fengchen is a capable person, standing behind him Changning Temple. Counting the intricate relationships behind Changning Temple, rounding is equivalent to leaning against the entire monastic world. Throwing the rat avoidance device, there is no way to threaten the upper hand, then it can only lure.

"We're not taking your things for nothing." The middle-aged man said in detail, "Isn't this the director of China Petroleum who will retire in a few years? The upper part deliberately let Comrade Xu Shidao succeed him."

Song Fengchen raised his eyebrows slightly. You must know that in this era, the director of China Petroleum is equivalent to the chairman of the later Hua Petroleum. He is the leader in real power and enjoys the treatment of six-level cadres. He is only one level lower than Xu Junmin and equal to Zhao Chengyu.

It seems that the upper part has given up his mind in order to let him relax.

"There is also Comrade Xu Shujian Xu, who thinks that his future achievements will at least be the president of a top university in China." This is a promise from the top.

"Besides, we are willing to pay you another 50,000 yuan in remuneration every year, what do you think?"

Song Fengchen calmed down and said, "It's not that you can't give things, but you might be too open."

As soon as the middle-aged man heard this, his holding heart fell back to more than half.

Song Fengchen's release, then they have a lot of room for maneuver.

"Then how much do you think you can give?"

"Twenty percent." Song Fengchen categorically.

"40%." The middle-aged man said immediately.

Song Fengchen didn't answer any more, his attitude couldn't be more obvious.

The middle-aged man slowed down his tone for an instant. He dared to find it after he had done enough homework: "In fact, we all know that we are the one who takes advantage of this transaction. Logically speaking, we shouldn’t have to make an inch of it. But the older man above is a bit too much. The 20% share is really too small. I'm afraid that it won't be divided even if it saves a little bit. You will be considerate and considerate!"

Song Fengchen still didn't say a word, but his attitude obviously eased a lot.

The middle-aged man immediately said, "Why don't we take a step back and take the middle number, 30%, 30%, what do you think?"

After speaking, the two looked at Song Fengchen closely.

After a while, Song Fengchen finally spoke, "It's not impossible."

The middle-aged man's expression lifted.

Just listen to Song Fengchen continuing to say: "You have to add another fifty thousand in cash."

"No problem." The middle-aged man smiled openly and readily agreed.

One hundred thousand yuan is only a trivial matter for the country. It is a good deal to buy health for those national treasures.