Lu San took out his phone and immediately found a video inside, handing it to Long Xingyun.
As Long Xingyun watched the video, his handsome, fair face instantly clouded over, becoming so dark it seemed to drip with water.
The video showed Bai Yiling and Cheng Xiaofan sitting on the back of a soaring eagle, flying towards Bai Mang Lake.
Bai Yiling's hands were tightly clasped around Cheng Xiaofan's waist, her head pressed against his back. Judging by their intimacy, they looked like lovers in a passionate embrace.
"Well done, Bai Yiling!"
Long Xingyun gnashed his teeth in anger.
He glared at Lu San and asked, "Who is this man?"
Lu San shook his head and said, "I don't know!"
Long Xingyun asked again, "And where is Bai Yiling now?"
Lu San shook his head again and said, "Reporting to Young Master Long, I've only managed to find this video of Miss Bai Yiling with this man. I have no clues as to their current location!"
"Scoundrel!"
*Smash!*
Long Xingyun threw Lu San's phone to the ground and roared, "What use is this single video to me?"
"Investigate immediately and find out Bai Yiling's whereabouts!"
"As the Young Master Long of a reclusive prominent family, I absolutely cannot be defeated by this man. Anyone who competes with me for a woman, I will make their life worse than death!"
Lu San bowed obsequiously and said, "Young Master Long, I have already dispatched people to investigate. Within the next few days, there will definitely be news about Bai Yiling and that man!"
...
After Mei Haoran and the television crew left, Cheng Xiaofan breathed a long sigh of relief.
Tang Guihua had drunk quite a bit today, so he had someone send her back to rest.
With nothing to do in the afternoon, Cheng Xiaofan found an old measuring tape at home and started measuring the length and width of the eastern side of his house, marking the ground with a shovel.
Cheng Fugui, seeing his son busy with his work, curiously asked, "Xiaofan, what are you measuring there?"
"Dad, there's this empty plot of land on the east side of our house, and I want to build a house here," Cheng Xiaofan replied without even looking up.
Cheng Fugui chuckled upon hearing this, "Our house is big enough, why do you need to build another one?"
Cheng Xiaofan straightened up and said, "I want to start a family workshop-style winery, so I want to build a factory building here!"
"What, you really want to start a winery?" Cheng Fugui asked in surprise.
Cheng Xiaofan smiled and said, "Dad, when have I ever gone back on my word in your eyes?"
"Since I said I'd start a winery, I will. Mom is a master at brewing, and it would be a waste not to utilize such talent."
Cheng Fugui chuckled and nodded, "You have a point, but I'm afraid this winery might wear your mother out."
Cheng Xiaofan laughed, "Not at all. Aren't there some young wives in the village who are free? We can hire them to work in the factory, with Mom as their supervisor!"
"Haha, your idea is good, kid."
Cheng Fugui continued, "But once the wine is brewed, will it sell for a good price?"
Cheng Xiaofan smiled slightly and said, "Dad, don't worry. The Happy Fruits I planted on the back mountain will soon bear fruit."
"The wine brewed with Happy Fruits and glutinous rice will be sold in different grades. The premium grade will be at least 100,000 per jin."
"The regular grade will be about 10,000 per jin!"
"Son, let me feel your forehead. Are you running a fever? I think you're talking nonsense!"
Cheng Fugui shook his head and said with a wry smile, "I admit you're capable, but in this world, who have you ever heard of selling wine for around 100,000 per jin?"
"Dad, are you scared already?"
Cheng Xiaofan said, "Let me tell you the truth, a limited edition bottle of whiskey from a foreigner can sell for 42 million yuan."
"In China, a bottle of Maotai brewed in 1992 once sold for a sky-high price of 8.9 million yuan!"
"Honestly, I will also produce limited editions of my wine. When it's auctioned abroad, if I don't get over a hundred million per bottle, I'll take your surname!"
Cheng Fugui slapped the back of his son's head, "Damn it, if you don't take my surname, what else can you take, 'Heaven'?"
Despite his words, Cheng Fugui was stunned by his son's claims!
Does such expensive wine truly exist in the world?
Over 40 million, would drinking it make one immortal?
Cheng Fugui realized that as his horizons broadened, he genuinely couldn't understand this world anymore.
However, some things didn't require him to understand.
Whatever his son wanted to do, he would let him.
He took the measuring tape and cooperated with his son in measuring the ground.
Generally, for new houses in the countryside, one needs to obtain consent from the village and then report to the town for approval before laying the foundation and building.
However, the situation in Zhuxi Village was very special. It had a sense of autonomy, and since there was a lot of open land, the land in front of one's house usually belonged to oneself.
One could build new houses whenever they wished.
The father and son measured the area for the foundation, making revisions, and within a short time, they finalized the entire foundation plan.
Hu Yougen's leg had healed, so he came over for a visit. Seeing the new foundation design on the ground, he smiled and said to Cheng Fugui, "Brother Fugui, are you building a new house?"
Cheng Fugui smiled and said, "Yougen, this is Xiaofan's house. He said he wants to start a family workshop-style rice wine brewery."
"I see your daughter is idle at home all day, which isn't good. You can have her come work here then!"
"That would be great, thank you, Brother Fugui!"
Hu Yougen said, "The construction of the fishing pond dam has already been taken over by President Bai's engineering team. Some people in the village are idle and can't help with anything. Why don't we call them over tomorrow and have them build Xiaofan's winery building with a strong push!"
Cheng Fugui looked at his son and asked, "Xiaofan, you make the call, is that okay?"
The village had a traditional custom: when a family wanted to build a house, almost all the men in the village would come to help.
They used local materials for building, with stone and mud for walls, ample timber from the mountains, and roofs covered with golden reed grass, which kept them warm in winter and cool in summer.
Cheng Xiaofan knew why his father was seeking his opinion; he was worried that he would find these houses too rustic.
"Dad, I think it's fine!"
For Cheng Xiaofan, these houses were not only practical but also a characteristic of Zhuxi Village.
Since his son had agreed, Cheng Fugui directly told Hu Yougen, "Alright, it's settled then. We'll start construction tomorrow."
"However, your leg injury has just healed a bit. Don't do any heavy lifting; just do some light tasks!"
Hu Yougen nodded and said, "Brother Fugui, then I'll go and inform the villagers, so they can make preparations in advance."
"Okay, then we'll have to trouble you!" Cheng Fugui replied.
Actually, Cheng Xiaofan wanted to build a wooden house. He could find some timber in the mountains, bring it into the Shennong Space, and use his mental power to construct a house.
But he couldn't explain how such a house was built, so he decided to play by the local rules and build an earthen house!