Is the rural tourism experience good?

Rural tourism is very interesting, so I took my boss to the countryside to play.

One day my boss asked me if there were any interesting places. I said Jiuzhaigou and Lijiang, or Sapporo and Chiang Mai, or Australia or New Zealand. He shook his head and said that he was tired of going to these places. Is there an original ecological place in China? I've been thinking for a long time, but I can't find a suitable scenic spot, but all the places that have been developed into tourist areas are commercialized, and even the scenic spots in the mountains are not as simple as before.

The boss is a post-90 s child, who grew up in the city and has a rich family. His request reminds me of a story in a primary school Chinese textbook, which probably means that a rich boy who has nothing to do is tired of life with his clothes on and his hands full of food. One day, he suddenly trembled and felt that everything in life was boring. The rich life in the past could not bring him happiness, so he asked people everywhere how to find true happiness.

The rich second generation asked many people and tried many methods, but they still failed to make themselves happy. Finally, I met an old farmer. The old farmer asked him to help with farm work and told him how to find real happiness after finishing it. As a result, the rich second generation followed the old farmer to farm. After a lot of farm work, he was exhausted and felt hollowed out. At this time, the old farmer asked him to rest in the shade and handed him a spoonful of mountain spring water. He drank a mouthful of cold water beautifully, and the breeze blew gently, and suddenly he felt very comfortable. He couldn't help sighing: How comfortable! So this is the happiness I have been looking for.

So I tried to tell my boss, or I'll take you back to the countryside to experience life. Unexpectedly, he readily agreed! After more than three hours by train, I took my boss to the countryside of Zhanjiang. Some rural areas in Guangdong are still very backward, as in my hometown. There are more than 200 families' villages, the tallest three-story building, many red brick tile houses, and even some adobe houses rammed decades ago. Fortunately, the village hardened a few years ago, otherwise it is estimated that the boss will go home immediately when he sees the street where sewage is flowing.

Unexpectedly, the boss likes this environment, in his words? Real, with fireworks? . I gathered my childhood friends, and a few of them were really busy, so I asked his son to count them. As a result, there were three or four adults and five or six teenagers, and I felt that king of the children had changed back. With some tools on our backs, our group walked in the direction of the village stream, where there was a large field. When I was a child, I often played there wildly, and only when I was eating was my parents pulled my ears home.

The boss asked what it was for, and I said to get something delicious. He looked puzzled when he saw that we only brought drinks and mineral water and no food. After arriving at the farm, the children divided their work to find clods and collect firewood. After the clods were picked up, the children quickly piled up the earth kiln. The boss didn't know what it was about, but he read it with relish. After the three arched clods were built, we adults began to burn the kiln.

I ordered two children to dig sweet potatoes and break corn in their fields, stuffed a few bills into a younger son's hand, and told him to go home and let his mother kill two native chickens and bring them here. We roasted corn while burning the kiln and talked about some interesting things that happened in the countryside. To take care of my boss, they even used a crappy one? Boiled melon? . The boss laughed while listening. I think he is happier when he smiles than when he smiles in front of customers.

Unconsciously, the earthen kiln burned red in a happy atmosphere. After taking out the charcoal ash, block the kiln mouth, poke it in from the top of the kiln, and put sweet potatoes in it. Then the earthen kiln was smashed and the sweet potato was buried. Both kilns simmer sweet potatoes, and the remaining kiln is used to simmer chickens. The two chickens just sprinkled some salt powder on their bodies, stuffed a few pieces of sand ginger, wrapped them in tin foil, wrapped them in thick mud shells and buried them in the kiln.

Everything is ready, just waiting for the chicken. I led the boss to pick wild fruits in the Woods and came back to open the kiln in an hour or two. Dig out the stewed sweet potato and chicken, which smells strange. The boss who used to eat lobster and abalone stared at the saliva and couldn't move his eyes. When it cools down, it will be too late, and everyone will speak in unison. The boss eats like a wolf. He shouted delicious while eating, saying that this sweet potato is more delicious than the iron bucket in the city, and this chicken is more delicious than the beggar chicken in the restaurant. How can it be so fragrant and delicious?

Several unsuspecting friends looked at his ugly eating in succession, with disgust in their eyes, and whispered to me, Who is this man? Why do you look like a bumpkin and have never seen the world? The boss has no time to pay attention to everyone's eyes. His mouth was full of chicken and he vaguely told me that the country was really fun. Next time you organize a company, just take them to the countryside directly. My face turned black at once: I wish you a good time, and you also took the company employees to travel to the countryside. Isn't that colleague going to curse?

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