My botanical garden is popular all over the world

When I came to the town, it was bustling everywhere, but there were a lot of familiar faces, who were regular visitors to the botanical garden.

In this atmosphere, Jiang Yishu gradually let go of the fact that he is going to be the protagonist of the story.

Anyway, if he doesn't say it, others don't know that he is the sacred tree!

The first phase of the renovation was very successful. All the shops on the main street had a new look, the roofs were made of wooden structures, and the doors, windows, and signs were all unified.

There is no one-brained rebuilding, but on the basis of the original house, it should be repaired and replaced.

At a glance, the uniform dark brown classical roof is pleasing to the eye.

Each house hangs a colorful flag down on the roof to describe the industry it operates. In the unified building, some of its own characteristics emerge.

In a trance, it seems to have returned to the commercial street in the Republic of China period.

After approaching, Jiang Yishu noticed that there were flower murals on the white walls on both sides of the house.

The mural closest to him is a lotus pond. In the center of the field of vision, there is a tall and graceful lotus.

No matter how familiar it looked, Jiang Yishu bumped into Gu Xueyuan's shoulder with great interest, and asked in a low voice, "Daxue, is there Qinghe Lake painted there?"

In fact, he can recognize it mainly because this mural shows the scene of a corner of the lotus pond when the botanical garden just opened and he worked so hard to produce a few stalks of lotus.

At that time, in order to successfully give birth to Bing Tilian, he stood at the same angle of the screen for a whole afternoon.

This image was almost etched in his mind.

Gu Xueyuan recalled, "Director Huang of Mulinsen Architectural Design Studio came to buy a photo authorization. Most of the murals were picked from our Weibo, and a small part was found in Chaohua."

Jiang Yishu took a closer look, and the creation description under the mural really said that it was drawn from the botanical garden in Qianshu Town.

He nodded in satisfaction. Isn't this a reverse advertisement for the botanical garden.

The scenery of the botanical garden changes slowly according to the seasons. After spring and autumn, winter and summer will be left in my mind.

Passing through Qianshu Town in the middle of winter like this, it feels quite novel to see lotus flowers blooming.

Today is the first day after the rebuilding of Qianshu Town, and the shops are working hard.

It was shouting again, and inviting people to taste the things in their own store, which made the botanical garden tourists who were used to actively foraging at a loss what to do.

Several UP hosts held up their cameras to start a live broadcast. They were attracted to this store for a while, and then to that store for a while. They were extremely busy.

Jiang Yishu ordered a roasted sweet potato on the street, it was a sweet potato with white flesh, and it was roasted on the stove.

It tastes completely different from the delicate sweet potatoes with cheese and jam in the botanical garden. It has the unique burnt aroma of an open fire, and the sweet potatoes are not so sweet. He likes them very much.

The man who sells sweet potatoes is doing very well, with a beaming face.

After recognizing Jiang Yishu, he didn't take any money, and introduced himself to him while wrapping sweet potatoes for the customer: "The director of the garden doesn't know me, and everyone in the town calls me Old Man Wang. I used to be a mason, and I couldn't climb when I was too old." High and low, so I planted some sweet potatoes in the field when I was free.

This thing is so good to grow. If you bury a piece of sweet potato lump in the ground, Gululu can form a bunch of it in autumn.

I thought I could only live on sweet potatoes this year, but I didn't expect that our town would be rebuilt and so many people would come here.I personally modified this roasted sweet potato cart with three wheels. I didn't expect that the effort in one morning was worth the income of a day's work as a small worker.

I, Old Man Wang, know that these people are not interested in a small town at all, and they come to visit and have fun because of Director Jiang's face.So all my customers are brought by director Jiang. I didn't pay you the booth fee, how can you give me the money in turn? "

Jiang Yishu ate roasted sweet potatoes, his heart warmed up.

Although this uncle has never studied in college, his heart is as clear as a mirror.

Many rural people are like this. They have not had much exposure to book knowledge in their lives. How they live and behave depends entirely on the world they have come into contact with and think with their own brains.

It greatly guarantees the purity and simplicity of the heart.

But it is not easy for them to make money, and the money still has to be given.

Jiang Yishu was at the end of the line holding the banknotes, and when it was his turn, he pointed at seven or eight sweet potatoes that were baked just right: "This, this... and this, uncle, please wrap them all up for me."

It's okay to eat a sweet potato without charging, but he ordered so many in one go, and he felt too sorry if he didn't charge.

After thinking about it, Old Man Wang decided to do this business.

It's just that he was confused while typing: "There are also sweet potatoes for sale in the botanical garden. Why did Director Jiang ask for so much in one go?"

Jiang Yishu said cheerfully: "Uncle Wang's baked sweet potatoes are delicious, I'll take them back and let our guy who bakes sweet potatoes secretly learn from them."

Now it's not just old man Wang who is laughing, but also the crowd watching.

The roasted sweet potatoes in the botanical garden are only a little away from exquisite desserts, and the price is also high. I have never seen anyone give up their own prosperous business to steal from others with low profit.

Seven or eight baked sweet potatoes add up to more than ten catties, and the heavy weight made Jiang Yishu regret it as soon as he picked it up.

Before the event even started, he filled up his hands.

At this time, Gu Xueyuan, who was a wallflower at the side, reached out to take the bag of sweet potatoes, then turned around and put it on the top of Old Man Wang's oven: "Can I put it for a while? We'll pick it up after watching the show."

"Of course, let's spread it out, the bag will be scalded soon." Old man Wang quickly spread the roasted sweet potatoes on the top of the oven, and then covered them with a newly sewn quilt, "Okay, this way It won't be cold."

After buying the roasted sweet potatoes, Jiang Yishu didn't dare to stay any longer, he could even foresee that those small shops would stuff him with food and drink.

So he hurriedly dragged Gu Xueyuan to the square to occupy a good spot to watch the show. At this time, only the folk orchestra was beating gongs and drums.

Not long after, the music stopped suddenly, and a golden lion played by the two jumped out from behind the crowd. The lion's head was dotted with red knots.

This lion was born to be majestic and majestic. For a while, it threw its head in front of the child to frighten the child, and then lay down on the ground, itching with its hind legs vigorously, and finally leaned against the pole with its legs apart to pretend I took a pee.

The movements are full of wildness, lifelike, exactly like a real lion, in line with the northern style of lion dance.

After everyone was attracted by it, there was another snoring sound from the other side.The crowd dispersed and found that there was also a lion lying there.

I don't know how long this lion has been hiding here. It was covered with cloth and guarded before, but the tourists didn't find it at all!

The lion's head is colorful, red and white, inspired by opera facial makeup, the eyelids and mouth can be opened and closed, and there is a horn on the head, it is a southern lion dancer.

At this time, its eyelids were closed tightly, and it was snoring everywhere.It soon attracted the attention of another lion.

Now the northern lion is very angry, this is the location it has worked so hard to mark, how can there be other lions appearing!

I saw the golden northern lion rushing to the side of the southern lion, hazing like a cat.

Now the Southern Lion was startled by the lion's roar, and its whole body visibly trembled. Its eyelids trembled, as if it was about to wake up.

The northern lion intensified its efforts to harass the southern lion, pulling its ears and tail, and finally trying to bite the horns on the lion's head.

You can't touch a tiger's buttocks, and of course you can't touch a lion's buttocks either.While it was desperately trying to die, the onlookers had noticed that Nanshi's eyelids were trembling back and forth following its movements, clearly showing signs of waking up.

Sure enough, when it tried to bite someone's horn, the southern lion opened its eyes, and the eyes as big as copper bells startled the northern lion. It took two steps back and fell down.

Now the southern lion woke up completely. It stretched its waist and howled a few words at the northern lion.

Then the two lions started to run in the other direction, one behind the other, followed by the onlookers.

The two lion dancers seemed to be in a hurry, but in fact they led everyone to the fitness square in a leisurely manner. They stood in front of the high and low plum blossom piles, and you gestured and I gestured.

Only then did everyone realize that the two lions seemed to be planning to compete with plum blossom stakes.

The northern lion turned around and jumped onto the plum blossom pile nimbly, and turned his head to provoke the southern lion with great interest.

Its movement is very smooth and flexible, which caused a lot of applause.

The North Lion was so excited that he accidentally slipped and fell to the ground.

The tourists were terrified and were about to step forward to help the lion dancer, but he shook his hair and got up from the ground again.It's like it's part of the performance.

Originally planning to come over to see if it was not injured, the Southern Lion pretended nothing happened, licked its paws, stretched its body briefly, and followed the drums like a storm, turned over and jumped onto the plum blossom pile.