Sang Ning quickly discovered Hua Dian, poked at the screen with her fingers, and sent a message——
[Bold, what is his identity, and what is your identity? Dare to use the word invitation! (666)]
Although her brain was still functioning rationally, Sang Ning was somewhat under the influence of alcohol, and her tone of voice when speaking to Li Juezhou was not as polite as usual.
Li Juezhou on the other side of the screen did not feel offended at all, but felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.
I responded quickly——
[It’s all thanks to the eldest lady. The eldest lady is a loyal fan of yours and has specially reserved a place for you to experience it.]
[I invite you on behalf of the eldest lady. If you refuse, she will be sad.]
Recalling the bad gaming experience last time, Sang Ning couldn't help but frown.
It’s only been a month, how can this broken game be upgraded and optimized?
So I refused without thinking——
[Thank you for the invitation. Even loyal fans cannot morally kidnap me. If I accept it, I will be the sad one.]
[There is no need to discuss anything further. I am tired, so I will go to bed first.]
Li Juezhou sent several more messages, but Sang Ning didn't reply to him.
After staring at the chat box for ten minutes, there was still no movement at all, so Li Juezhou turned off his phone out of interest.
Although Sang Ning rejected him, the signal sent was beneficial to him.
Sang Ning probably didn't realize it herself, but her attitude toward him was at least like a normal friend.
**
The next morning.
After having breakfast at the villagers' house, the guests were taken to the fields again. Today's recording theme is picking straw.
The straw from nearly 20 fields requires the cooperation of six groups of star families to bundle it up and then carry it back to the villagers' homes.
The program team found a local man who was very experienced in baling straw to give a demonstration to the guests. The man only used a bamboo pole with ropes at both ends to lift two heavy bales of straw.
When the uncle left with the blackmail, everyone had not recovered yet, and kept staring at the uncle's back until he disappeared.
Song Shi also put his fist against his chin, pushed it upward, and closed his mouth that was so shocked that he couldn't close it.
"No, is the old man just now a folk artist? I just saw him bundle it up like this, and the straw would be on the bar. What part of the process did I fail to follow, and why can't I understand it?" Song Shiye said at the same time.
He said while making gestures.
[No, I just want to ask, Song Shiye, your mouth is not controlled by your brain, right? You have to push it with your hands to close it.]
[The mouth said: I was so shocked that I didn’t want to close it. The hand said: You are a conspicuous bag, you must close it!]
[Song Shiye’s reaction was simply my reaction. The two large bundles of straw seemed to weigh dozens of kilograms. The uncle’s movements were so smooth that it made me feel that picking out the straw from the bundle was a very simple matter.]<
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"Director Sun, can't you arrange a truck to transport straw for us? There is so much straw, so much straw. Just use the money to pick it. You have to pick it from dawn to dusk!" Sang Chuan shouted from the air, hiding behind the camera.
Director Sun.
He really felt that it was too hard. Not only was he forced to study hard by Sang Ning every day, but he also had to work in the fields. Ancient scholars were not as tired as him, right?
But this time, before Director Sun could defend himself, Sang Ning spoke up for him.
"The terrain doesn't allow it. This is a mountainous field. Each field is small and steep. How can you let the car drive in?" Sang Ning glanced at Sangchuan and added, "It seems that geography also needs to be improved.
You’ve been studying for tutoring, haven’t you seen such a large terraced field?”
Sang Chuan made a wink gesture toward Sang Ning: "The high school entrance examination for the second year of high school is over. The undergraduate science student said that geography will no longer have anything to do with me."
When he thought that Sang Ning could no longer do anything to him this time, Sang Chuan was so proud that he twisted his butt and stuck out his tongue and walked sideways like a crab.
Sang Ning's fist was already hard, but when she glanced at a corner with her peripheral vision, the corner of her lips suddenly raised a hint of schadenfreude.
With a loud bang, a bamboo stick hit Sang Chuan directly on the head.
His body tilted, he covered his head reflexively, and took several steps back to the left.
My head was buzzing, and tears were rolling in my eyes.
Sang Chuan was silent in pain, but roaring laughter erupted from all around.
[Hahaha, Sang Chuan, don’t you be stupid? You didn’t even see such a big blackmail?]
[The law of conservation of smile, the smile will never disappear, it will only transfer from Sanchuan’s face to my face.]
[Save me, why is Shen Yi swinging around like a monkey with a bamboo stick?]
[Sangchuan’s life is also life, do you really don’t care?]
[If my sister doesn’t care, who can I expect to care? Sang Ning clearly saw Shen Yi playing with the bar and didn’t even warn her. She even gloated about Sang Chuan’s collision.]
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it." After realizing that the extortion was hurtful, Shen Yi quickly turned around and apologized to Sang Chuan.
Sang Chuan covered his head and gritted his teeth and said: "No, you are poisonous, right? What fun is there in breaking a bamboo stick?"
"I haven't played with sticks for a long time, and my muscles reacted as soon as I picked up the bamboo stick." As he said that, Shen Yi picked up the bamboo stick and played with a dazzling set of sticks in his hand.
Sang Chuan: "..."
[How do I feel that Shen Yi has a bit of talent as a funny man? Will his seal as a funny man be lifted after participating in this variety show?]
[No, Shen Yi is still the same Shen Yi. When he first debuted, he relied on a trick to get around the world. This is his special skill.]
[I told you that the persona of your entertainment industry should not be too outrageous. I feel really disillusioned by being aloof and top-notch. Can you change your talents to other talents?]
[Playing with a stick is so special. Talent can no longer attract fans these days, so you have to have some martial arts skills.]
"Okay, everyone, please stop standing around. If you don't take action on more than 20 fields, do you want to get it in the middle of the night?"
Director Sun started urging everyone with a loudspeaker, and then everyone started to tie up small bundles of straw.
In the corner of the field, Sang Youming sat silently, keeping a sufficient distance from other people, trying to minimize his presence, and silently arranging straw.
"Lao Sang, why are you so silent today? It's so unlike you?" Dad Shen came over, patted Sang Youming on the shoulder, and then sat next to him.
Sang Youming didn't even look at him, turned around and sat with his back to Father Shen, and continued to sort out the straw.
Father Shen immediately became energetic. He held his shoulders and pushed the man toward him with all his strength. He said unhappily: "Hey, what's the matter with you, old man? I wasn't even angry when you came to my room yesterday to act. , you are doing well now, you are still getting angry with me!"