Chapter 230 Shen Jingmo, aren’t you doing useless work?

Shen Jingmo and others noticed the condition of the tractor, "What's going on?"

The person in charge scratched his head embarrassedly and said, "The rear wheel of the tractor is stuck in the pit and can't get out. I might need you to get off the tractor and help push it."

The other guests all got off the bus, but Zhou Qingli hesitated, "I told you this bus is no good. It broke down halfway before we even reached our destination."

"With so many of us in the car, any other car would get stuck and unable to get out." Song Zhiyuan said calmly.

Zhou Qingli got off the car reluctantly.

The person in charge used the hand crank to start the tractor again, and each group of guests stood on both sides of the tractor and prepared to push the cart.

Zhou Qingli didn't want to push the cart, but didn't want to appear out of place, so he stood at the right rear and pretended to push the cart.

The person in charge stepped on the accelerator and worked together with the guests to drive the tractor out of the pit. After the tractor stepped on the accelerator, a stream of black exhaust gas sprayed out in the direction of Zhou Qingli.

It sprayed all over Zhou Qingli's face, choking him and making him cough continuously.

Everyone couldn't hold back their laughter. Cheng Yuhan said while laughing, "Sister Qingli, you're standing right next to the exhaust vent."

"What's so funny?" Zhou Qingli had never suffered such injustice in his life.

The other guests laughed and got into their cars.

The orchard covering tens of thousands of acres is in the ripening season. The tops of the sturdy and tall trees are full of pears in protective bags. The nearby villagers have come to help pick the pears in half of the orchard, and the remaining half has not been picked.

The picked orchards will be directly loaded and sold.

The orchard owner, a beautiful woman dressed simply, led the group into the orchard. "This orchard has been cultivated since my grandfather's generation. Many of the pear trees are nearly fifty or sixty years old. The fragrant pears ripen quite close together, making it very difficult for us to pick them. I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you today."

"You guys are responsible for picking the fruit from the trees on the west side. The trees here are relatively short."

The relatively short fruit tree is about three or four meters tall, and there are several ladders under the tree.

The young lady continued, "You can eat as much of the fragrant pear as you want, but you can't take it away, and you can't waste it. We will take a one-hour break at noon every day to serve lunch."

"Sister, what are we going to eat for lunch?" Cheng Yuhan asked curiously.

[Young newbie, can you be a little more reserved? You haven't even started working yet and you're already wondering what's for lunch.]

The young lady didn't give a clear answer. "I will make arrangements with other workers for lunch, it won't be too bad."

The young lady handed everyone a bamboo basket and said, "Pile the pears picked by each group together, according to your group, and weigh them in the afternoon. Don't just pick a few large pears from each tree and then move on. All trees must be clean. If you leave more than three pears on a tree, you will be deducted 1,000 kilograms of pears from your harvest."

The young lady anticipated their intentions. If she hadn't told me in advance, I'd be worried that the guests might have picked only the largest fruits to meet the weight requirement, which would have been counterproductive and would have required the workers to pick all the fruits again.

The production crew who came over to supervise us didn't forget to add, "If you don't pick enough of the corresponding kilograms, you might not have dinner tonight."

Everyone carried a small bamboo basket and started working.

In order to facilitate the determination of responsibility for the omission of the fragrant pears, the program staff will hang signs corresponding to their group on the branches after everyone has selected the trees to pick the pears.

Song Zhiwei's team had a clear division of labor. Song Zhiyuan was responsible for picking the lower fruits, while the three men were responsible for picking the fruits higher up the treetops using ladders.

Song Zhiwei had already filled a basket, but when he saw Chen Jingmo not coming over, he couldn't help but grumble, "Where has that bastard Chen Jingmo gone to slack off again? He hasn't been seen for a long time."

"Maybe something happened. Let's pick it first." Song Zhiyuan looked around but did not see Chen Jingmo.

Song Zhiyuan didn't take it too seriously.

[Something's wrong. It's so wrong. Normally, wherever Sister Song goes, she can see the movie star following her like a shadow.]

[To be honest, I just came over from the Crouching Dragon and Phoenix group next door. Zhou Qingli hasn't shown up yet. Could it be that the Movie King is having a secret meeting with Zhou Qingli?]

[Impossible, absolutely impossible.]

If the movie star goes on a date with Zhou Qingli, I'll tear my head off and use it as a ball.

At the same time, in a corner of the orchard.

Zhou Qingli followed Shen Jingmo to avoid the camera of the program crew and came to an empty corner.

Zhou Qingli's forehead was slightly red and swollen from being hit. However, when she faced Shen Jingmo alone, her feigned shyness was not affected at all. "Jingmo, we are still recording the show. Isn't it a bad idea for you to call me out secretly like this? What if the fans misunderstand us?"

Chen Jingmo's stern face was devoid of any unnecessary emotion. He didn't even glance at Zhou Qingli. He warned her coldly, "Miss Zhou, please consider the kindness of Light and Shadow in helping me. There's no need to argue in front of the cameras or passersby about some things. Please don't do useless things in the future."

"I never liked you from the beginning to the end."

After Shen Jingmo dropped these words, he raised his leg and prepared to leave. Zhou Qingli's voice came from behind him, "Wait."

Shen Jingmo couldn't help but pause.

Zhou Qingli no longer pretended to be shy like a little girl. She strode up to Shen Jingmo with a smile on her face. "Jingmo, you are saying that I am doing useless things. Aren't you doing useless things too?"

"I heard that Professor Song not only doesn't like male stars in the entertainment industry, but also doesn't like boys younger than himself. I think you don't stand a chance."

"You don't have to worry about these things." Chen Jingmo said and turned to walk in the opposite direction, no longer paying attention to Zhou Qingli behind him.

Zhou Qingli crossed his arms and stared at Shen Jingmo's back as he left. "Then let's take it one step at a time."

After Chen Jingmo came back, he naturally joined the picking team. The three did not ask much about Chen Jingmo's whereabouts.

Cheng Yuhan picked and ate the pears at the same time. In just a short while, he had already eaten three or four pears. "Don't tell me, the taste of this Korla pear is different from that of ordinary pears."

"You might as well eat more than you pick. If you're spending time eating pears, you could pick a few more fruits." Song Zhiwei couldn't help but retort.

"I'm picking this right now. I haven't wasted any time." Cheng Yuhan stood on the ladder and took a bite of the uneaten pear in his mouth.

[I'm so greedy looking at what the newbies are eating. Can you sell the fragrant pears with a little yellow cart?]

[Yes, the quality of the fruits they picked is very good.]

Cheng Yuhan threw the picked fruits into the backpack behind him. As the number of fruits increased, the basket became heavier, causing his body to fall backwards. In order to save time, Cheng Yuhan did not throw the fruits down in time.

Cheng Yuhan moved his body forward to pick the fruit, but the bamboo basket pressed him backwards. Just when he was about to fall, Cheng Yuhan grabbed the treetop in time, and the bamboo basket on his back accidentally tilted and fell off.