"This story inspired me a lot."

As soon as Grandpa Guangping finished speaking, Dad Hongyuan said: "It seems that no matter in the past or now, illusion can't last long. Using illusion to develop your own industry is the foundation."

"Yes, you have many similarities with this story." Grandpa Guangping said: "However, you are much better than Han Shanyou. Han Shanyou went from low to high, and from high to low, and then to high again.

It took me a while to fully realize this. You noticed this from the beginning, which is very commendable!"

"One of you borrowed 'Xian Qi'er', and the other borrowed 'Shen Qi'er'. This 'Shen Qi'er' is much bigger than 'Xian Qi'er'. God, who can compare with God?"

?!" Han Yinghao, who returned from delivering the letter, answered.

Father Hongyuan smiled modestly: "They are not the same, they are all illusions."

"So, you are doing the right thing. Take advantage of this 'arrogance', buy more land, build more houses, and become the leading wealthy household within hundreds of miles. By then, even if you don't have the magic, you will still be the same

You can become rich."

Father Hongyuan nodded, with a determined look on his face.

Liang Xiaole also felt excited after hearing this. She thought: How come the fairy paper in the story is similar to her own space? The difference is that Master Qidian told her the performance and recovery time of the space from the beginning, but the fairy paper let her

Han Shanyou realized it by himself. Compared with Han Shanyou, he was much luckier.

However, after all, it is all illusion and cannot last long.

What shocked Liang Xiaole was that when Han Shanyou lost the fairy paper, he immediately returned to his true self and became a pauper. But this only involved him and his newlywed wife.

If I make a mistake and lose my powers and space, it will involve a large group of people. Especially orphanages and nursing homes. My pitiful land cannot support these people anyway.

It seems that if you want to achieve your goals, it is imperative to buy more land and build more industries.

Thinking of this, Liang Xiaole thought of the space horsegrass that he was proud of. All the time, he had taken it from the space. He had never thought of planting it in reality! If this is the case, then horsegrass would be

It will always be an illusory thing. Once the space disappears, she will not be able to see even a Malian grass!

No, no matter what, we have to transplant the layered horsegrass into reality.

Liang Xiaole gave himself an order.

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After lunch, many people came to Han Yinghao's house one after another. Some were selling land, and some took the opportunity to see the "airy" mother Hongyuan. There were people everywhere in and around the house, whispering.

Hongyuan Niang is not afraid of stage and greets people openly.

"I heard that in your nursing home, even the clothes of the elderly are washed." An old lady in her sixties asked Hongyuan Niang.

"Let's wash them. If your clothes are dirty, or you don't want to wear them in this style and color anymore, you can go to the laundry room to change them at any time. Change them all. You can wear any style or color you want." Hongyuan Niang explained kindly.

"It would be great if this were the case." Another old lady said: "I don't want to move anymore when I am old. Washing and washing has become a big deal."

"What kind of old people can get in?"

"How much does it cost?"

"We are so far away from here, can we not?"

"What procedures are required?"

Several elderly people faced Hongyuan's mother and asked them all kinds of questions.

Hongyuan said with a smile: "Nowadays, housing is tight, so we will first take in the old people who have no children. Each person has an acre of land and half a house. The procedure is also very simple. You only need to go to the clan leader to issue a certificate and go through the household registration."

"

"Do you need it no matter how old you are?" An elderly man on crutches said: "People like me are not in good health."

"We need a nursing home. As long as we have qualified elderly people, no matter how old they are or what their physical condition is, we need them. For those who have difficulty moving, there will be dedicated staff to take care of them," Hongyuan Niang said.

"Then, does the fee have to be high?" The old man asked again.

"It's not high. It's the same. Sometimes the elderly have difficulty moving. This is the responsibility of our nursing home."

"That's good. Let's make an agreement. I will join your nursing home. Let's go to the clan leader and tell him, and you will measure the land in a while. Okay?"

"OK."

"Then I'll tell the clan leader."

"I'll go too."

"I'll go too."

Three or four old people said this and walked out of the door at the same time.

When Father Hongyuan and the others finished measuring the land and went through the formalities at the patriarch's house, they also went through the formalities for four families to move into a nursing home. Father Hongyuan said to the elderly: "Two rows of new houses have been built, and there will be another half month and twenty."

The sky is ready for people to live in. I will come to pick you up then."

The three families agreed, but only the elderly man with a cane said regretfully: "If you can go early, try to arrange for me to go early. I am seventy-three years old this year. As the saying goes, 'Seventy-three, eighty-four, the Lord of Hell.

If you don't ask yourself to go, it's the first year of your life. If you take off your shoes and socks today, you won't know whether they will wear them tomorrow. Even if you spend a day in a nursing home with a "spirit" in your lifetime, your life will not be in vain."

Dad Hongyuan said: "There is a car today. You can follow me if you want. However, you have to put your own things away, right?!"

The old man said: "What are you putting there? I have a nursing home, why do I need anything else? I give you the key, you can do with it what you want!"

After Hongyuan's father finished his work, the old man really got on the carriage and followed him.

The old man was very happy. Along the way, he kept talking to Hongyuan's parents about this and that.

It turned out that this old man's name was Han Yuanshou. When he was young, he worked as a technical worker in a paper mill for more than 20 years. Later, because his wife was sick and he had no children, he resigned and went home to cultivate his own land.

A few acres of land while serving my wife and children.

His wife passed away ten years ago, so he lived alone. Now that he is old, cooking has become a problem, let alone washing and washing. He does not want to trouble the neighbors, so he often eats one meal a day.

thing.

Later, I heard about the Sunshine Nursing Home, and I was filled with envy. I thought it was a distant and unattainable "paradise". Today I met the "creator" of "paradise", how could I let it go?

Liang Xiaole heard that he had worked in a paper mill when he was young, and came up with an idea to help Hongyuan Niang connect with his soul and start a conversation with him.

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "Uncle, what materials are needed to make paper?"

"There are a lot of trees, farmland straw, grass, you name it." As soon as he mentioned his familiar career, Han Yuanshou's face immediately lit up: "The best farmland straw is wheat straw, which is tough and somewhat tough.

It is oily, and the paper produced is smooth and beautiful."

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "Is the paper made from oily straw good?"

"That is, the greater the oiliness, the greater the toughness, and the paper produced will also be tougher and stronger."

Liang Xiaole immediately thought of the oily layered horse lily grass in the space.

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "The story of your village's name is so vivid, why don't you build a paper mill in the village? Let Hanjifang Village live up to its name?"

"How much investment is that? Ordinary farmers can't build it. Besides, we don't have big forests here. People use straw for cooking and for feeding livestock. There is nowhere to get the raw materials.

go."

Liang Xiaole immediately thought of the white wheat straw after the wheat harvest.

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "If someone builds a paper mill now, can you be the master?"

"It's not enough for me to do it. I can tell them the technical essentials and it's no problem." Han Yuanshou said with a smile on his face: "Actually, it's nothing. It's just a few procedures. It's easy to learn."

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "Uncle, I want to build a paper mill here and use raw materials such as wheat straw, grain straw, rice straw and horsegrass from the fields. Do you think it's okay?"

"It's OK, but I'm afraid I won't be able to put it away."

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "It's no problem to receive it. I have a lot of land on my own. If that's the case, we've made an agreement. From now on, you will remember what equipment is needed for papermaking, and I will ask someone to do it.

Let’s do it. Once the wheat is harvested and the straw is harvested, we can start the work.”

"If I really help you build up the factory and train technicians, I haven't brought my skills into the coffin, and I haven't worked in the paper workshop for more than 20 years in vain. But you have to hurry up.

Son, I'm afraid my old bones won't last long."

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "Don't worry, uncle, you will live a long life in our Sunshine Nursing Home!"

"That's great! Thanks to you, I can get through this hurdle this year. I will help you build the paper mill no matter what. Hey, where do you want to build this paper mill?"

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "What about your Hanzhifang Village? Carry forward the story of your village and pass it on."

"That's great! Maybe, with your 'magic', you can still find that 'fairy paper'?!" Old Man Han Yuanshou said, and he laughed "haha" to himself.

Hongyuan Niang (Liang Xiaole): "What you said has strengthened my confidence in building a paper mill."

Hong Yuanniang and Liang Xiaole also laughed.

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Housing in the nursing home is really tight. Hongyuan Niang borrowed a room from the orphanage and arranged for Han Yuanshou to be accommodated. She also asked dedicated staff to take him to take a bath and change clothes.

Han Yuanshou is lonely in his old age. Where has he ever enjoyed such a life? He fully agreed with the nursing home. He kept saying, "I am in heaven!"

With no worries about food, drink and clothing, and with a great goal in mind, Han Yuanshou was in a good mood. He greeted everyone he met and soon became familiar with the elderly in the nursing home. Within a few days, he threw away his crutches and followed the elderly.

They danced the Yangko dance, weaved straw packaging bags, and couldn't stop talking to Hongyuan's mother about building a paper mill.
Chapter completed!