Era: I was a farmer at the foot of Yaoling Mountain

A few days passed quickly.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has arrived in the blink of an eye.

"Now we don't slaughter pigs and divide the pork anymore, and it always feels like something is missing during the New Year and other holidays. However, everyone's living standards have improved. In the past, eating meat was a luxury, but now everyone can eat it whenever they want."

After discussing it with Pan Lianhua and her sister, Fang Wei decided to go to the village to celebrate the festival that night.

Tourism in the Yao village has already resumed and is even more booming than before it was suspended.

A large portion of the local specialties produced in Yao villages, such as dried bamboo shoots, Yao Ling cured meat, and dried mushrooms, are bought by tourists.

While packing her things, Pan Lianhua chatted with the man, and they couldn't help but talk about how the cooperative used to distribute pork, chicken and duck.

“Life was pretty tough back then. We couldn’t eat meat except during holidays. Think about it, back then, hunting a wild boar was like celebrating the New Year. Everyone could have a treat. Who would want to eat wild boar meat now?”

"That's true. Wild boar meat can't taste as good as farmed pork. But back then, we were so craving wild boar meat that we didn't care about anything. We were just glad we had something to eat."

The two then packed their things and, in the afternoon, took Sun Daoren and their elder sister up the mountain.

The village was packed with people today, and Fang Wei felt his eyelids twitching. He immediately called Wang Songlin over.

"Songlin, what are you doing? This is clearly beyond the village's capacity. This won't do. If something unexpected happens, it could cause irreparable damage. Quickly, activate the diversion plan immediately."

Fang Wei used to think Wang Songlin was very reliable, but when it came to the tourism, he clearly prioritized making money and neglected safety.

If it weren't for the fact that he was always busy, I would have loved to kick him.

"Third Brother, it can't be that much of a coincidence, can it? Look, everyone's already here, it wouldn't be right to kick them off the mountain, would it? I promise, this won't happen again, what do you say?"

Wang Songlin has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem and still harbors a侥幸心理 (a sense of wishful thinking).

“Wang Songlin, if you can’t do it, then find someone else. Can’t you use your brain and move some of the evening activities earlier? That way, some local and nearby tourists can go home earlier to celebrate the festival.”

Fang Wei finally couldn't hold back any longer and almost burst into a tirade.

Chasing people away was definitely not a good solution, so he suggested that the other party move tonight's event earlier, which could effectively divert the flow of people.

Another thing is to have the other side immediately send people to guard the gate of the village. From now on, people are only allowed to leave the village, not enter.

"Okay, Third Brother, I'll take care of it right away."

Wang Songlin was scolded before he realized the seriousness of the problem.

He didn't dare to linger any longer and immediately went to arrange two things: first, to bring forward some activities, and second, to limit the influx of tourists.

Fang Wei finally breathed a sigh of relief and then asked her older sister and Pan Lianhua to start preparing dinner.

He didn't plan to take his family to the small square tonight to join in the fun. At the same time, he also went to persuade the men, women, and children in the village not to go out at night unless necessary.

This can reduce the flow of people and prevent any potential problems.

There are many examples of accidents caused by poor crowd control; Fang Wei could easily cite a whole host of them. He trusted his intuition; his eyelids had been twitching incessantly, but after Wang Songlin made the necessary arrangements, they calmed down.

This wasn't superstition on his part, but rather a sign of caution.

Before long, the village came alive with activity. The young men and women began to sing to each other, and the sound of waist drums reverberated throughout the village. Various kinds of food were quickly brought out, and the tourists enjoyed the song and dance performances while eating, having a wonderful time.

Of course, their wallets are also rapidly emptying, since they can't just eat and drink for free.

At the village gate, tourists who arrived later were turned away. Many were dissatisfied, and the villagers could only patiently explain that the number of tourists today had exceeded the village's capacity, and that without limiting the number of visitors, accidents could easily occur.

Most people are reasonable; they wouldn't pass up a chance to make money. It seems they are genuinely worried about something going wrong.

After some tourists had eaten and drunk their fill, and just as the performance ended, they bought some local specialties and headed down the mountain ahead of time.

That's what traveling is all about. Once you've had your fill, you don't want to linger any longer. Instead of wasting time, you might as well do something else.

After dark, the number of tourists in the village decreased significantly, indicating that the diversion plan had worked.

"Third Brother, I didn't think this through. I accept the punishment!"

Wang Songlin has been busy until now, and only now has he had time to come to Fang Wei's house.

This guy is flexible and adaptable; he admitted his mistake as soon as he sat down and also expressed his willingness to accept punishment.

"No need for punishment. I hope you'll think more before you act in the future, prioritizing safety over making money. Don't put the cart before the horse. Here, you have some tea, I'll have some wine, let's have a toast."

Fang Wei's anger had long since subsided, so Wang Songlin substituted tea for wine, and the two ate and drank together.

Wang Songlin sat for about ten minutes before quickly leaving. Night had fallen, and the evening's activities were officially beginning; he felt uneasy if he wasn't there to oversee things.

Fortunately, all the activities ended by 9 p.m. Except for the tourists who were staying overnight in the village, everyone else gradually descended the mountain and left.

Fang Wei's family had finished eating long ago and only came out for a stroll now. The village was still brightly lit, and tourists staying there were wandering around, selecting and buying local specialties.

Tourism has become a new economic pillar in Yao villages, even surpassing the profits from agricultural production.

The family took a long walk around before going home to rest.

the next day.

Fang Wei gave Sun Daoren a ride to work, and on the way, he mentioned paving the way for Binbin.

Sun Daoren was not averse to communicating with others; given the opportunity, he wouldn't even mind making a trip to Guangzhou. In the old Daoist's heart, Binbin was her true successor, while those two wayward disciples had to take a backseat.

"Third brother, Zhang Wenyuan is your right-hand man, he's always very busy. You can take me with you next time you go to Fragrant Hills. I have a lot of experience in treating stomach ailments, why don't you give it a try and see?"

Logically speaking, Sun Daoren wouldn't rush to help people with their illnesses, but Zhang Wenyuan was very important to Fang Wei, so he didn't mind taking the initiative to offer his services.

Fang Wei naturally understood the old Taoist's thoughts and quickly thanked him.

"Master, thank you! But there's no need for you to go to Fragrant Hills in person. Zhang Wenyuan will be coming back to visit his family before the end of the year, and I'll have him come to find you then."

"That's fine, you can arrange these things, I'll listen to you."

Master Sun smiled slightly and said no more.

After dropping the old Taoist priest off at the clinic, Fang Wei turned and went to his office. Many things had happened this year, especially a flood that caused significant losses for the company and everyone.

The most direct consequence was the failure to deliver goods to customers in Southeast Asia on time, and ultimately, due to various reasons, offending some people in the province's foreign trade department.

Everyone is now waiting for the autumn harvest. After the harvest, we can calculate the overall situation for the whole year and see how much loss there is compared to last year.

"Secretary, are you busy?"

Fan Wei was handling some official business in the office when Zhao Jinsheng suddenly knocked on the door and came in.

"Old Zhao, come, have a seat!"

Fang Wei smiled and invited Zhao Jinsheng to sit down, then personally brewed him a cup of tea.

Zhao Jinsheng didn't stand on ceremony. After taking a few sips of tea, he said, "The situation in Yangshan is good. Compared with last year, the profits will definitely not decline this year."

He said he was there on business, and after he finished, he thought he would come and see Fang Wei.

The company's offices in Xinlin County are now located in this three-story building. The cooperative occupies only a small portion of the rooms; the majority are used by Yaoling Agriculture.

"I know about the situation over there, Lao Zhao, you've done a great job. How's family? You're often away from home, do your family members have any complaints?"

"No, my wife went there too. She does some chores and cooks, and she's doing quite well."

After chatting for a while, Zhao Jinsheng drove off in his Jeep.

Most of the company's management have changed their cars, but Zhao Jinsheng is still clinging to his Jeep, saying he's used to it.

Zhao Jinsheng has his strengths and obvious weaknesses, but in the field of agricultural production, the other party can truly be called an expert.

After finishing his work, Fang Wei went to the research institute. The institute's new project hadn't made much progress yet, but he wasn't in a hurry; he would offer his full support when the time was right.

in the afternoon.

Luo Zhimin and Zhao Yong accompanied the regional leaders to the village.

There have been significant changes in the region during this period. Huang Zhigang was transferred to Hengzhou City to serve as a key leader, and the new leader in Xiangling City is also surnamed Huang, named Huang Keli. He is currently in the stage of getting familiar with his work.

“Secretary Fang, your recovery work is going well. It looks like this season will be a bumper harvest. However, the development of your township enterprises is a bit lagging behind. Many places are now promoting the contract system. If you continue to be so conservative, you will be eliminated.”

Leader Huang inspected the farmland, the living conditions of the commune members, and the situation of the subordinate enterprises.

Then everyone returned to the conference room. Fang Wei originally wanted to hear what instructions the leader had, but instead received inexplicable criticism.

"The leader's criticism is correct; we have been somewhat conservative. However, these companies are performing quite well. Now I will report to you on the overall operating situation in the first half of this year."

Fang Wei didn't openly contradict the leadership; instead, he used data to speak for himself, which was more effective than any rebuttal.

Huang Keli was visibly displeased after hearing this. Someone had their eye on the chili sauce factory and wanted to take it over for a major business venture, so they approached him. The terms offered were quite attractive, and besides, it was a contract, not a sale of the business, so what was there to object to?

He had reasons to help, while Fang Wei also had reasons and determination to resolutely refuse to engage in contracting.

As a result, Huang Keli and Fang Wei's first meeting ended unhappily. (End of Chapter)