My Deep-sea Fishery

"Burning the pagoda confirms the prophecy of Laomiaozhu. In the early years of the Republic of China, there were only three thatched huts in Kuhai Bay. As people came in each year to build shops and expand, by the 23rd year of the Republic of China, Kuhai Bay became a distribution of materials in dialects. In the center, there is everything you need for merchandise and goods. Pedestrians Xixi, commerce and trade are prosperous, Kuhaiwan is officially established as a town and its name is changed to Huhai Town."

Zhang Qicheng suddenly lifted up, "This is true."

"What's the matter?" Xiang Yang asked.

Even if Huhai Town really had such an event in the past, Xiang Yang would never believe in the legend that the Huo De Xingjun descended to the earth.

"Have you heard of the Songkran Festival of the Dai people?" Zhang Qicheng asked.

Xiang Yang nodded, nonsense, who has never heard of this.

"Have you heard of the Dragon Boat Race on the Miluo River?" Zhang Qicheng continued to ask.

Xiang Yang probably understood, "You mean, this is a way to promote Qinglongwan?"

"What is the means of propagating Qinglongwan?" Zhang Qicheng raised his head and laughed, "This is the heavens to help me, this is the heaven to prosper the Qinglongwan, burning the pagoda, this unique, unique and consistent intangible traditional culture Huo De Xingjun descended to the earth, such a mythical legend, after the capital injection, you think its reputation will not be able to beat it? Do you think there will be no tourists to watch it? You will feel that no one is coming here?

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows. He never thought he was a successful businessman, so he didn't think of this level beforehand.

In fact, the ancient town of Huhai was prosperous, and there was indeed a certain connection with burning the pagoda.

At that time, the materials in a radius of a hundred li were extremely scattered, and the burning of the pagoda attracted nearby merchants. Over time, the prosperous Huhai Commercial Street was formed. It should be the method that was devised by the wise man at the time.

But that wise man never thought that they represented the joy of a year of harvest at the time, and symbolized the prosperous burning pagoda. At this time, they could become an important commercial method.

Xiang Yang took out the walkie-talkie and directly shouted: "Driving group, call the driving group."

"Captain, I'm here." Xu placed aside and shouted.

Xiang Yang ordered: "Notify the pilot crew to return immediately. I will return to Yanlong Village before dawn."

"Huh?" Xu Fang said blankly: "But we have just gone to sea, and we have prepared supplies for at least two months."

"It's not important anymore." Xiang Yang shook his head.

After knowing the real purpose of burning the pagoda, Xiang Yang has been able to see how much economic benefits the burning of the pagoda can bring to Yanlong Village.

For other villagers in Yanlong Village, this economic benefit may not be that great.

For Xiang Yang, who has several miles of coastline and beaches, this economic benefit is simply inestimable.

"Really go back?" Xu Fang asked.

"You must go back." Xiang Yang affirmed.

"Okay." Xu Fang gritted his teeth, "I will make arrangements and return to Qinglong Bend at the fastest speed."

"Brother Xiang." Zhang Qicheng rubbed his hands, "Shall we discuss the sponsorship?"

Xiang Yang decisively wanted to refuse, but when the words came to his lips, Xiang Yang pondered again.

In terms of business vision, Xiang Yang couldn't keep up with Zhang Qicheng and Li Chao. His biggest advantage is that he can do things that ordinary people can't do at the bottom of the sea.

And even if this matter is left to Zhang Qicheng, it doesn't seem to hurt, he can still get the benefits Xiang Yang should get.

The most important thing is that Xiang Yang does not have the wide network of people like Zhang Qicheng and others. Large-scale activities such as burning pagodas have nothing to do with them. Even if they are rich, even if they have historical background, Xiang Yang may not be able to do it. Down.

After thinking carefully, Xiang Yang said: "After I go back, I will discuss with the Chief Zuo, and ask the Chief Zuo to ask the villagers to collect money. The villagers don't collect enough money. I will pay half of the rest."

This is the way Xiang Yang can think of taking risks with the greatest strength, guaranteeing his own interests to the greatest extent, and absolutely guaranteeing that he will not be kicked out of the game, and being able to draw on Zhang's journey.

Zhang Qicheng thought about it for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, then the villagers will collect the money first, and you and I will pay half of the not enough."

Xiang Yang's face showed a slight smile, "Happy cooperation."

"It's still far from cooperation. This kind of thing is a lot of money in the early stage. After a few years of precipitation, don't even think about getting back." Zhang Qicheng waved his hand, "Okay, it's not early, take a rest early, and there will be tomorrow. The important thing is."

Xiang Yang grinned, not to mention that it has been several years to repay his capital. Even if it takes decades or even several generations to repay his capital, he has an advantage over Zhang Qicheng. After all, Xiang Yang is a local.

No words for a night.

Early the next morning, the fishing boat returned to Qinglong Bend.

Xiang Yang ordered Chen Qingsheng to take someone to deal with the catch, and he went straight to Fu Grandpa's house with Zhang Qicheng.

When Grandpa Fu saw Xiang Yang's excitement, he thought that Xiang Yang did not ask for anything in return to support his inheritance of the intangible culture of pagoda burning.

This made Xiang Yang blush, because Xiang Yang was not prepared to support the restoration of this tradition last night.

"Sit, Yangzi, Grandpa has nothing to entertain you at home. Eat an apple and drink a bottle of milk." Although Grandpa Fu is older, but still healthy, he brought out a plate of apples and insisted that Xiang Yang eat one.

Xiang Yang was not hypocritical, took an apple and took a bite, then looked around at Grandpa Fu's house.

After all, Grandpa Fu is the principal retired, and his wife is also a retired teacher and has a pension, so the decoration of the home is pretty good, and it is very tidy and clean.

Xiang Yang took a seat on the sofa, and Zhang Qicheng desperately winked at Xiang Yang.

Xiang Yang smiled and asked, "Grandpa Fu, do you remember the scene of burning the pagoda at that time?"

Grandpa Fu’s eyes were suddenly full of memories~www.wuxiahere.com~ It was the 34th year of the Republic of China, when I was a child. "

"At that time, there were gongs and drums everywhere in Huhai Town. The clan elders personally built the pagoda. The villagers gathered more than two hundred dans of firewood and countless chaffs. At that time, seven characters were erected at the door of every household. There are colorful flags on every reef along the coast, as well as sky star lanterns and Kongming lanterns..."

Xiang Yang raised his eyebrows and fired more than two hundred loads of firewood. This was almost a huge sum of money in that era. It seems that this so-called pagoda burning activity is even bigger than Xiang Yang had imagined.

Grandpa Fu continued, "It was New Year's Eve, and the whole Huhai Town was immersed in a beam of joy. Hundreds of people gathered together and sat on the bottom of the plate. The adults drank and ate meat, and the children had a red egg. Everyone was laughing. , It's so easy to live and relax."

At this time, Zhang Qicheng frowned, and he interrupted Fu Gong said: "Hundreds of people? Only a few hundred people gathered together for such a grand event with so much manpower and material resources?"

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