Fresh wife is amazing

Chapter 528
Dongting Mountain, referred to as Xishan, is located in Taihu Lake, more than 40 kilometers southwest of Gusu City. It is 11 kilometers wide from north to south, 15 kilometers long from east to west, and covers an area of ​​about 90 square kilometers. It is the largest island in Taihu Lake and the largest island among freshwater lakes in China.

Yang Fan and his party stayed in Gusu City for less than a day. In the afternoon, Wang Tingshan took the secretary and acted as a guide, leading them to drive to the Xishan Scenic Area.

Xishan Scenic Area is the essence of Taihu Lake Scenic Area. It is known for its archipelago scenery, flower and fruit jungle, and historical sites. It is a lake island area mainly for sightseeing and vacation. .

If you are not familiar with outsiders, you will not know how to travel to Taihu Island to play.

Before Yang Fan came, he didn't know that there was a bridge on Shangdao, and he could drive into Xishan, thinking that he could only take a boat.

"Xiao Yang, after we settle down, we can climb Misty Peak before the sun goes down." Wang Tingshan held a script card, but touched it quietly: "Misty Peak is 336.6 meters above sea level, the first of the 72 peaks in Taihu Lake. Climb to the top and look down at Taihu Lake, bathe in the sun and moon, the mist is boundless, it is too beautiful to behold.”

It is difficult to be a human being, and it is even more difficult to be an official.

Especially for the self-motivated Wang Tingshan, it is not an exaggeration to say that he has dedicated himself to work.

Just to entertain Yang Fan and his party for a day, he turned into a guide, learning and working at the same time.

After winning this opportunity to "monopolize the power", his test has just begun.

During this trip to the West Mountain, Yang Fan and his party were not having a good time, and there were no inscriptions. If it was in ancient times, Wang Tingshan could only go back with his head held high.

Of course, modern times are not so exaggerated, but it is not uncommon to hang yourself or jump from upstairs.

Wang Tingshan felt that if he didn't get the spirit of immortality during this trip to the west mountain, he should just wait in the future and don't even think about climbing up.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, so many people dream of it, but they can't get it.

"For the motherland!" Before coming here, Wang Tingshan cheered himself up, don't care about foreign countries' views on domestic culture.

What is the highest international literary award, it doesn't matter if there are no domestic people, that's not important, the culture of the barbarians in the West is the first class.

"Before going to the island, I feel that the air quality has improved significantly. The Taihu Lake is colorful and the West Mountain is charming." Yang Fan nodded secretly.

After entering the island, he could see more clearly that there are undulating mountains, jagged rocks, twists and turns, and winding paths leading to secluded places.

The minibus crossed three bridges, boarded the West Mountain, drove a few kilometers along the lake, entered a small village, and came to a courtyard near the lake.

It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, surrounded by lakes on three sides.

From the outside, this is a Suzhou garden-style courtyard with a vestibule and an atrium. The garden-style courtyard is very suitable for children to play hide-and-seek.

The master bedroom is facing the lake. When you get up early in the morning, standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can see the scenery as far as you can see.

It is said that this courtyard house was built by a certain boss at a cost of several million. Now that someone is offering [-] million, the boss is not willing to sell.

There are some things that money can't buy.

For example, being able to free up this time to live with Yang Fan's family is something the boss can't wait for.

Money can't buy this kind of favor.

In the current Taihu Lake, it is not easy for residents on the island to build houses. They need approval and have to wait for several years.

Although there are not many well-known scenic spots in Xishan, many people from nearby cities come to spend holidays, which makes the resources on the island more precious than those in many rural areas.

After checking in, it was almost time for dinner, but Yang Fan and his party didn't plan to have dinner first, they just ate something to fill their stomachs, and then went out and walked up the mountain.

The scenery seen in the Linhu Siheyuan is different from that on the mountain.

People like to climb and yearn for heights.

Yang Fan and his group also want to climb to the top of the mountain to see a different scenery.

Wang Tingshan is glad that he is not a fat middle-aged man, and his physical strength is not bad. If he climbs the mountain with young people like Yang Fan and Shisan, he will not lose sight of each other.

Guoguo is more energetic, and climbing this small hill will not make her feel tired at all.

If you are tired, you are probably acting like a baby, and you are too lazy to walk.

Walking halfway up the mountain, Yang Fan realized that the cold air that arrived in Gusu yesterday had already left.

White clouds fluttered, and the setting sun in the sky came alive again, and the light was full of enthusiasm, making people sweat profusely.

There was a pavilion by the side of the road, looking down at Boss Wang and his secretary who were struggling to climb up, Yang Fan led Aunt Thirteen, Liu Qianqian, and Guoguo inside to rest.

"These two can hold their breath." In the pavilion, Liu Qianqian wiped her sweat with a paper towel and looked down the mountain.

Yang Fan nodded, and wiped Guoguo's face with a tissue: "I didn't say anything else, just give us the saddle, it's embarrassing for others."

Aunt Thirteen was also sweating. She took a paper towel and wiped a stone bench next to the round table. After wiping, she threw it on the table, took out a new paper towel, spread it on the stone bench, sat down, and continued to pull out a new paper towel. tissue paper to wipe sweat.

"They did it voluntarily, and it has nothing to do with you." After wiping off her sweat, Aunt Thirteen waved to Yang Fan and asked for water.

The water was all in the bag on Yang Fan's back. The three women came up empty-handed. The only weight on Aunt Shisan and Liu Qianqian was a mobile phone, which was convenient for taking pictures. Guoguo climbed the mountain completely empty-handed.

"It does matter, without me, they wouldn't be so stubborn and continue to come to Xishan with us." Yang Fan put his backpack on the table, took out three bottles of mineral water, and handed one bottle to Thirteenth Aunt, one bottle to Liu Qianqian, and one bottle keep it to yourself.

"Will you drink water?" After getting the water, Aunt Thirteen asked Guoguo who sat down regardless of whether the stool was dirty or not.

"No..." Guoguo waved her hands, she was not thirsty, before she finished speaking, she saw her mother unscrew the cap and drank it first.

The little girl's eyes widened, but I haven't answered yet.

"Mom, I want to drink water too." When the mother finished drinking the water, the little girl licked her lower lip.

"No!" Aunt Thirteen screwed on the bottle cap.

"Please!" the little girl begged.

I just like to fight against me, tell you to drink, you don’t drink, I don’t give you to drink, you have to drink.

Staring at the little girl, Aunt Thirteen asked, "Did you tell me that last night?"

"What are you talking about?" Guoguo looked around.

"Did you chat with me on Dad's cell phone yesterday?" Aunt Thirteen asked.

"No!" The little girl left the stool, wanting to stay away from her mother.

"Sit down!" Aunt Thirteen put the bottle on the table.

"Oh." Guoguo sat back again, looking at Yang Fan, full of desire to survive.

Yang Fan turned a blind eye, sat down at the round table, and took out the paper and pen from his bag.

Aunt Thirteen was about to continue to settle accounts with her daughter, but when she saw Yang Fan about to write, she stopped.

Liu Qianqian also approached quietly, standing behind Yang Fan, stretching her snow-white neck like a swan.

Yang Fan turned his head, Liu Qianqian hurriedly stood back.

"Don't worry, it won't disturb my train of thought." Yang Fan smiled.

"Really not?" Liu Qianqian said in surprise.

"Yeah." Yang Fan sat down again, writing with a pen.

Aunt Thirteen also stretched her neck, once again witnessing with her own eyes what a wonderful pen makes a flower.

(End of this chapter)