Seeing Yang Xiaoli walking away, Yan Mofei finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The little assistant became the little housekeeper.

"let's go."

Yan Mofei didn't say a word, but led the way to the stream and started digging without saying a word.

A few people were surprised to find that he wielded the hoe quite well and without any pretense.

Yu Xiuming laughed and said, "Young people are so capable, we old people can't fall behind."

After that, several people clearly divided the work: some weeded, some dug the creek, some loaded sand and soil, and some transported stones. Everyone had his own task.

In the room, Diao Hao was snoring. He was poisoned by the bowl of porridge and only when he fell asleep did he not feel hungry.

In his live broadcast room, other people's fans came in and severely condemned him, scolding him so much that his fans could not bear it.

"Isn't this the brother Diao Hao that the fans praised as the best in the world? He's sleeping soundly."

"Leave the work to others and sleep here like a dead pig."

"Pah, what a joke. If you didn't know, you would think he was old and frail."

"I'm afraid this isn't sleep, it's death."

"Whose fans just went to talk about Yan Mofei? Now he's working there. And yet someone's brother is here making a scene."

"What's so interesting about a sleeping pig? Haven't you seen it?"

"I haven't seen it. Let me take a closer look. Why is the nostril a little bigger? It looks like there's booger. Is there a camera guy here? Can I take a close-up?"

On the other side, Yuan Yiyi was hiding in the bathroom and took out her mobile phone to watch the live broadcast secretly. When she saw everyone insulting Diao Hao, her originally beautiful face instantly turned dark.

"Damn it, anyone who dares to scold me."