2010: C2010 A Century Old Temple

C2010 A Century Old Temple

Seeing Meng Ran looking at his feet with worry, the gentle and lovable Great Beauty Su immediately understood.1

It turned out that her little cousin was feeling sorry for his Cousin Fangfei .

Su Fangfei instantly beamed with joy. A pair of enchanting and charming peach blossom eyes seemed to have a coquettish charm that could make all things drunk.

She said to the sweet and greasy, "Don't worry. Cousin specially brought a pair of sports shoes over. Just put it on."

Seeing Su Fangfei take out a pair of snow white casual sports shoes from the car trunk, Meng Ran felt slightly relieved.

However, he was teased by his mother. "My good son, do you know how to feel sorry for Cousin Fangfei ? Tsk, tsk, tsk. You have improved a lot."

Soong Shuling's face was full of warmth. She looked at Meng Ran and Su Fangfei like she was looking at a couple.

Immortal Sovereign Tairan felt his face turn red. He quickly pretended to cough and changed the topic, "Is there an eminent monk in Spirit Cloud Temple? Why does it sound like Spirit Cloud Temple is very famous from your tone and dad's tone?"

Chang'an Scholar, who had a book of economics with him, closed the book with a bang and started to explain to Meng Ran.

"It is said that this Spirit Cloud Temple was built at the end of the Ming Dynasty. After being baptized by the flames of war, it was also in decline. After the establishment of the empire, the local government of Ling State City... The government once allocated a special budget to repair and renovate the temple, which allowed the Spirit Cloud Temple to be preserved. "

As expected of Chang'an Scholar, who was full of poetry, his explanation was extremely detailed.

" It was not until recently when the tourism industry was on fire that Ling State City hired a television station to attract tourists from other places and spent a lot of effort to promote the Spirit Cloud Temple that the Spirit Cloud Temple became more and more famous. "

"Speaking of which, this Duckweed County was one of the poor counties in the Ling State City. When your mother and I came to pray for blessings, there was no cement road. We all walked up step by step. I never thought that in a flash, more than ten years had passed. The economy of Pingxiang County has already developed to be comparable to a big city like Jiangzhou. "

Meng Changan's words carried a tinge of emotion, as if he was envious of the economic development of Ling State City.

Meng Ran knew in his heart that His father had always been thinking about benefiting the people of North Rao County. He could not help but give some advice.

"The development of the economy is not just about tourism. It is only a matter of time before the economy rises. Speaking of which, mom's cosmetics haven't opened up the Jiangzhou's sales market yet. "

Meng Ran didn't stop. After he finished speaking, he held Su Fangfei's warm hand and slowly walked towards the mountainside.

Looking at his beloved son's back as he left, Chang'an Scholar, who was holding an economics book, suddenly felt enlightened.

"That's right! Why didn't I think of that!? The North Rao County is rich in labor. It can build a cosmetic raw material processing plant and provide a large number of jobs! "

Meng Changan suddenly slapped his forehead and then looked at his wife with burning eyes.

Soong Shuling rolled her eyes at her husband and snorted. "That will depend on whether you can come up with a plan that satisfies me."

Meng Changan laughed and agreed generously. He felt that revitalizing the North Rao County's economy was right in front of him.

Because there was a county government in a remote place. The financial support of the prefecture could clearly see that the mountain road leading to Spirit Cloud Temple was exceptionally exquisite.

Cigarettes were curling around the waist of the mountain. Flags were fluttering along the side of the road, and from time to time, the sound of bells ringing could be heard. It was as if the odds of winning a trip were the same.

In recent years, there was an endless stream of tourists who came forward to burn incense and pray for blessings.

As Meng Ran walked on the mountain road, he saw two or three tourists walking together in groups. When he arrived at the Spirit Cloud Temple at the mountainside, there was already a sea of people.

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