Zhao Zhengchu ate the spicy version of sweet corn with tears in his eyes.
After breakfast.
PD Liu called for assembly outside, and after everyone had arrived, he stood with a loudspeaker and said off-screen: "Today is the second day of the recording of "Let's Go" at Fuwang Farm. Everyone has already tasted the exquisite breakfast provided by the farm, so
..."
"Wait a minute!" Wen Hao always felt that Liu PD's words were foreshadowing something bad. He stretched out his hand to interrupt Liu PD's speech and added: "Breakfast is a stick of corn, Liu PD."
PD Liu raised his head and asked: "Then do you think it tastes good? The corn costs 20 yuan a piece."
Wen Hao choked up after what he said. The corn was indeed fragrant. He spread his hands and said with an attitude of "I'll see how you make it up": "Okay, then you go on."
PD Liu said: "Everyone has already tasted the delicious breakfast provided by the farm. Because the program team has limited funds, this breakfast requires everyone to complete the task and repay it by themselves. Please come and receive the task card."
[The program team has limited funds, so we arrived early despite being early.]
[Hahaha, I mean, can the show team make another excuse?]
When Wen Hao went to get the task card, he first asked: "One corn, won't let us harvest another 20,000 corns, right?"
Liu PD: "No, the tasks are very simple."
When they heard that the task was simple, the guests all showed expressions of disbelief.
Wen Hao opened the task card, removed the polite words in front of it, and read the task directly: "The breakfast provided by the farm is 30 yuan, lunch is 200 yuan, dinner is 100 yuan, and accommodation is 500 yuan. Next, please choose your own way to make money, pick up an egg
1 yuan, cooking pig food is 100 yuan per time, feeding pigs, chickens and ducks is 10 yuan per time, collecting chicken and duck feces is 50 yuan per catty, cleaning pig pens is 100 yuan per time, harvesting 100 catties of vegetables from the back mountain is 1 yuan, and 100 corns
1 yuan, 10 pounds of weeds in the back mountain... 1! Hair!"
There are too many tasks to make money, and they become more and more outrageous as time passes.
Wen Hao read so hard that his mouth went dry, but PD Liu said thoughtfully: "Since there are many tasks, I'm afraid that everyone can't distinguish them clearly, so I printed five copies of this money-making list. If you can't remember, you can get it by yourself. In addition, because some tasks cannot be
If you do something repeatedly, such as feeding chickens and ducks, there are clear time and frequency regulations, you can only feed it twice a day, etc. These precautions are marked at the bottom."
"It seems that the most profitable jobs are the dirtiest ones." After reading the task list, Wen Hao shook his head and sighed: "It's really not easy to make money."
Zhao Zhengchu raised his hand and asked politely: "PD Liu, how does pig washing count?"
The matter of 'pig washing' last night was on the hot search, and PD Liu naturally knew it. He took a loudspeaker and said: "That is a transaction between you and the boss, and it is not within the scope of making money."
Zhao Zhengchu looked at the boss wearing a mask next to him, smiled helplessly, and laughed at himself: "Looks like I'm going to have to work in vain for a while."
The five members of "Let's Go", after the hard work of breaking corn yesterday, today they feel pain everywhere. When they raise their arms, let alone the soreness.
Even for a person like Wen Hao, who has been exercising all year round, after all the hard work yesterday, several places on his body hurt today.
Seeing that everyone was still standing there, PD Liu gave a warm reminder: "Some tasks are limited. Once you complete them, they will be gone. First-come, first-served."
Xia Weiwei hurriedly carried the bamboo basket to pick up eggs. This was a job she had done before, and she knew where the chickens laid eggs.
Moreover, with Qingzhi as a humanoid plug-in, she is already the most relaxed.
Sein Feizhou was surprised to find that no one was doing the most profitable job. He immediately claimed it and went to his aunt and uncle to ask him how to cook pig food.
There is an old-fashioned earthen stove in the miscellaneous house built next to it, and firewood has been piled beside the stove in advance.
Song Feizhou had experience making fires when he was a child, and he put a large black iron pot on the stove.
Following his aunt's instructions, he brought a basket of ingredients for pig food.
He couldn't help muttering to himself as he chopped the sweet potato, "This sweet potato is so big, hiss, my chopping hands are a bit sore."
After chopping the sweet potatoes, he started chopping the corn.
"Such delicious corn is fed to pigs. However, these corns are relatively small. It must be that the boss specially selected the small ones not to sell them and gave them to the pigs."
As he spoke, he interacted with the camera, "Have you received the corn we broke yesterday?"
[Not yet, the courier is still delivering.]
[Lovely Zhouzhou, my sister has received it and has already cooked it and eaten it. The corn you broke with your own hands is particularly fragrant.]
[I feel that this young man is quite down-to-earth, and several other celebrities have gone to do easy jobs and collect eggs.]
The staff could see the barrage in real time and asked him: "Why don't you follow everyone to pick up eggs?"
Song Feizhou looked sincere, "Isn't this more profitable?"
【Silly husband, make everyone laugh.】
[This is the first time I have witnessed a person’s clear stupidity in his eyes.]
[Making money is making money, but if an egg costs one yuan, it’s easier to make money. You pig food can just pick up the eggs and then cook them.]
The staff saw the barrage and said, "Then you can cook the eggs after picking them up."
Song Feizhou buried his head and continued to chop corn, and said in a low tone: "Then it won't be my turn to do such a good thing. Just like singing, if I don't take the first step forward, it won't be my turn to have a good stage.
."
[Help, it’s early in the morning, don’t use the Zhouzhou knife to kill me.]
[Come on Zhouzhou, you will definitely have a better stage.]
【Passers have turned into fans.】
[It’s so funny that Sein Feizhou doesn’t have a stage because he didn’t do it himself. Doesn’t it mean that the Internet has no memory?]
[Sein Feizhou is the best at being miserable. He got his spot in the draft by being miserable. He deliberately used his mother's disability to make excuses and win sympathy.]
[If you don’t like watching the anti-fans, leave this live broadcast room and watch your own master.]
[Does Sein Feizhou still have fans? These fans are too picky in their tastes. I advise everyone to go see Zhao Zhengchu, at least his appearance is pleasing to the eye.]
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[Why are you so noisy? Don’t disturb our vegetable friends watching the cooking of pig food.]
[That is, we just love watching pigs being cooked, do we need some fans to persuade us?]
[That is to say, the boss’s pigs eat very well, corn, sweet potatoes, vegetables... none of which I can buy.]
[The boss’s food, boiled pig food, is probably also delicious, right?]
Sein Feizhou couldn't see the dispute on the barrage, he concentrated on chopping the vegetable leaves, and then poured the chopped basket into the big iron pot.
Wang Yanmei was watching from the side and reminded him to add water and rice bran.
Song Feizhou immediately complied.
Wang Yanmei had a good impression of this young man and said: "This rice bran is not a second-rate product bought from outside. It is rice bran that is inspected from the rice grown by our family. I used to raise pigs when I was a child and feed them this way at home. You can cook them later."
You can smell it, and it still has a fragrant aroma. When pigs eat this kind of pig food, they will grow strong and the meat will be fresh and tender."
[Mom, boss, can we discuss it and sell us some pork?]
[It’s outrageous that I alone have developed an appetite for this pot of pig food.]
[Suddenly I realized that what I eat is not as good as what a pig eats... Woo hoo, at least pigs can still eat the boss’s food!]
[I can’t even bear to eat sweet potatoes and corn at the same time. I’m not even as alive as a pig.]
Next to the earthen stove, Song Feizhou stirred the pig food with a large spatula in one hand and chatted with his aunt: "I can smell the aroma before it is cooked. These pigs are very delicious."
A large pot of pig food is cooked until it becomes slightly sticky.
Xu Qingzhi just came back and helped Weiwei carry back the two full egg baskets. He came to the door of the house and shouted: "Mom, where should I put these eggs first?"
Although there are many things at home, they are very organized.
There is no other reason but one reason.
If you place things randomly, you will be severely scolded by Ms. Wang!
Of course, I am not criticizing her alone, her father and her brother are no exception.
The original words are usually the same: If everyone keeps things around like you do, this house will turn into a pig's nest sooner or later!
Sometimes the words are slightly different, but the meaning is the same.
Therefore, Ma Bao Qingzhi is very foresighted and would like to ask a question first.
Wang Yanmei frowned, "You are such a big man, and you still want to ask me if you want to put something away, eh..."
With a helpless look, he pointed to the room and said, "Put all these eggs in the house next door. There is a big iron basin. Put them there first and put them together later."
Xu Qingzhi: "Which one is next to you?"
"It's the one next to the door!"
Xu Qingzhi confirmed: "Is it the one facing my room downstairs?"
Wang Yanmei: "If not that, is there any other house that is empty and can store things?"
"I know." Xu Qingzhi sniffed, hey... I'm used to it.
Just like when her mother used to cook and asked her to get some chili peppers and peel a few cloves of garlic.
In middle school, I have no idea about these things, so I will ask more seriously: "How many peppers should I take? How many cloves of garlic should I peel?"
Ms. Wang: "Just bring a few. Today's lunch is just one green vegetable, and some red pepper will look good."
Qingzhi scratched his head: "How many are there?"
Then Ms. Wang became irritable, "Seven, eight roots!"
Qingzhi took out the peppers and counted them one by one, and asked worriedly: "Do you want seven or eight peppers? These peppers are not too big."
Ms. Wang put down the meat-cutting knife, came over, took the chili pepper from Qingzhi's hand, waved her hand outward, and said in a helpless tone: "Okay, just go out and wait for dinner. Don't wait here."
This is in the way."
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In Sein Feizhou's one-person storyboard live broadcast room, the barrage was swishing.
[Laughing to death, even the boss with a prickly head will be suppressed one day.]
[I know how to urge the boss to serve food. Spreading rumors doesn’t work. Let the boss’ mother open a Yunqi live broadcast account. We will go to the boss’s mother every day to check it out.]
[Yes, yes, let the boss’ mother open an account.]
Xu Qingzhi was carrying the eggs and was about to leave. Wang Yanmei realized that she had sounded a little anxious just now, so she took a shovel and scooped out a large piece of sweet potato, "Qingzhi, come and taste this sweet potato. How do you like it?" <
/p>
A little late maternal love, but not much.
Xu Qingzhi: "Mom, isn't this boiled pig food?"
"When we were raising pigs when we were young, when we were making pig stew, didn't you and your brother eat the sweet potatoes that were delicious?" Wang Yanmei said.
[Hahaha, the boss’s dark history was that he stole pig food to eat when he was a child.]
【The boss’s mother is so funny.】
After Wang Yanmei finished speaking, she felt it was inappropriate. How could this child eat these when he grew up? "Okay, go ahead. Mom didn't mean to speak loudly to you."
Xu Qingzhi smiled: "Mom, I'm not angry."
After saying that, I carried two baskets of eggs back to the house to put them away.
How could she be angry?
She just wants to always be the child who never grows up in her mother's eyes.
Her mother yells, scolds, and finds her annoying...
All good.
Because a child with a mother is a treasure.
The first song I learned was ah.
Knowing this, Xu Qing couldn't help but hum a tune that only her mother is good in the world. She hummed and sang while putting the eggs in the basket into the big iron basin.
Xu Fuqiang passed by the door, walked over, and helped put eggs together. When his daughter finished singing, he smiled innocently and said, "Qingzhi, you have a father, okay?"