Song Qiao walked forward and found that the people in the rice fields were all villagers. When they saw her, they took the initiative to explain with a smile, "We heard that you have a task to record the program, and you have to finish cutting this land, so we thought of helping."
help."
"Yes, you saved the child, and we want to do something to thank you."
"Just sit down and rest. This guy just fell into the water. Don't move. Just leave it to us."
Song Qiao was surprised and stunned. She turned her head and looked at the camera following her. It was obvious that he had not expected the situation at the moment, and he froze in place for a long time without reacting.
She raised her eyebrows, looking like she was watching a good show.
The director asked her to continue completing the task, which must have aroused heated discussions. Now that the villagers have spontaneously come to help, if the director says no, he will probably be scolded.
Song Qiao knew what he was doing and deliberately showed a troubled expression, "Director, what do you think we should do now?"
The director did not expect that things would develop like this.
He stared at the camera, a little dumbfounded.
——[Director: Come here, drive the villagers away and ask Song Qiao to give way.]
——[Director: How can we let Song Qiao rest and drive a forklift to take away the villagers?]
——【Just be a human being, director.】
The various barrages were lively, and the director was helpless when being scolded. He stared for a long time, and finally waved his hand tiredly, "This is a voluntary interest of the villagers, and the program team will not interfere."
Song Qiao got the expected answer, and the anger he was holding in his heart slowly vented a lot.#@$&
She picked up the knife and turned around to walk into the rice fields. Although the villagers and the director said she could rest, this was her task after all and she still had to do it.
"Hey, hey, you little girl, what are you doing here?" The villagers immediately stopped when they saw it, "You go back and sit down. Later, Yang Xiu's family will bring you something to eat."
As soon as Song Qiao walked down, he was dragged back to the edge of the field by a nearby aunt.
She was caught off guard, and before she could react, the knife in her hand was taken away. The aunt looked like she was in her fifties or sixties, with a fat figure, dark skin but a healthy complexion.
"You little girl is really disobedient. You should have a good rest after you fell into the water." She said, mentioning the director, "You guys who shoot things are so wicked. You don't care whether people live or die just for money."%&(&
The aunt put her hands on her hips and cursed angrily.
Song Qiao was overjoyed when she heard this. She pursed her lips and nodded in agreement, "Yes, I think so too."
Although it is very possible that Rong Luoyin was behind this incident, but who let the director listen to it? He should just take the blame honestly.
Song Qiao was prevented from continuing to work, and she was too lazy to struggle anymore.
Sitting by the field and watching the villagers working, I was thinking about how to trick Gu Dajing back.
From yesterday to now, Song Qiao hasn't heard from him. It seems that he doesn't plan to come back this time, unless...there are some conditions that can bribe him.
But Song Qiao really didn't know Gu Dajing well enough, so he tried to induce him, but failed to find an opening.
In the end, she had no choice but to find that the only option she could use at the moment seemed to be stalking.
Song Qiao's thoughts became more and more scattered, until a shadow fell over her side. She turned around and found an unfamiliar aunt standing next to her, holding a thermos box in her hand.
This should be the Yang Xiu the villagers were talking about just now.
Seeing her raising her head, Yang Xiu immediately stuffed things into Song Qiao's arms enthusiastically, "You are the girl who saved my child today, right? The situation was so chaotic at that time. I was just patronizing others and didn't even have time to thank you.
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"Here, this is the soup I made specially for you. Drink it to ward off the cold."
She seemed to be afraid that Song Qiao would refuse, so she unscrewed the lid as she spoke, and even scooped a spoonful of it into her mouth, "Try it, how does it taste."
It tastes fresh and sweet in the mouth, with a hint of spiciness from ginger.
Song Qiao lowered his head and found that in addition to chicken, there were also various medicinal materials inside. It could be seen that the person who cooked the soup was really attentive.
She said sincerely, "It tastes good." She said hesitantly, "But I just had lunch, so I may not be able to drink so much."
"It's okay, just hold it and drink slowly. We still have one afternoon." Yang Xiu smiled eagerly, "By the time we finish this work, you will be almost done drinking."
After she finished speaking, she also walked into the rice fields and started working.
Although Yang Xiu looks thin and frail, his movements are very nimble. In the blink of an eye, he cut two or three handfuls of straw in front of him and placed them neatly at his feet.
Song Qiao was dumbfounded.
The same kind of work, which others find easy, becomes a big problem for her.
This gap is really huge.
——【Hahahaha, have you seen it? Song Qiao is dumbfounded.】
——【Where are you from? Shut your mouth quickly, the saliva is about to slip out.】
——[Song Qiao looks so good sitting next to her holding a lunch box.]
——[Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, my daughter, mommy is also going to make soup for you.]
There is strength in numbers, and the villagers are all good at work. The work that Song Qiao was supposed to do until tomorrow was completed in two hours.
They even helped Song Qiao bundle up the straw and move it back to the yard.
Yang Xiu took Song Qiao back. On the way, she poked her head to check the lunch box in her hand, and found that half of it was left. She asked worriedly, "Why haven't you finished the drink? Is it not delicious?"
"Why don't I ask Mrs. Wang from next door to help me burn it tomorrow?"
She rambled on, with a look of self-blame on her face, "Look, I'm not very good at my craft, and I still have to try my best. It's okay. If it doesn't taste good, don't force it."
Yang Xiu stretched out his hand to take it.
Seeing her expression, Song Qiao couldn't bear it. He hugged the lunch box and said repeatedly, "No, no, I just drink slowly, it tastes good."
In order to prove herself, she picked up the lunch box and started drinking.
After a few mouthfuls, the rest of the soup was finished.
When Yang Xiu saw this, he immediately smiled and said, "So that's it. As long as you like to drink it, I will make it for you tomorrow. Okay, you can go back and have a rest."
She patted Song Qiao and left without giving her a chance to refuse.
Song Qiao helplessly held her forehead and turned her head, her expression immediately turned painful. She had eaten a lot at noon, but now she drank such a large bucket of soup, and now her stomach felt like it would burst at any moment.
She held on to the wall and walked in the yard to eat while grinning.
After walking for about twenty minutes, I finally felt better in my stomach. At the same time, Tan Yecheng and Lan Linlin also came back from outside carrying tools.
They walked into the yard and saw Song Qiao standing outside. They all showed surprised expressions, "Song Qiao? Why are you back?"
"Sister Song Qiao, did the director ask you to come back and rest?"
Song Qiao shook his head and explained to them what happened in the afternoon.
Lan Linlin clapped with joy after hearing this, "It seems there are many good people, unlike our unscrupulous director. I originally said I would rush over to help you."
