After breakfast.

PD Liu was outside shouting for everyone to gather. After everyone had arrived, he stood off-screen with a loudspeaker and said, "Today is the second day of the recording of Let's Go at Fuwang Farm. Everyone has already tasted the delicious breakfast provided by the farm, so..."

"Wait a minute!" Wen Hao felt that there was something wrong with what PD Liu said, so he stretched out his hand to interrupt PD Liu and added, "Breakfast is just one corn, PD Liu."

PD Liu looked up and asked, "So do you think it tastes good? I'm selling corn for 20 yuan a head."

Wen Hao was choked up by what he was saying. The corn was indeed very fragrant. He spread his hands and said with an attitude of "let me see how you make it up": "Okay, then go on."

PD Liu said: "Everyone has tasted the delicious breakfast provided by the farm. Because the program team has limited funds, everyone is required to complete the task and pay for this breakfast. Please come and collect the task card."

[The program team has limited funds, so it’s early but it’s still early. ]

[Hahaha, I mean, can the production team come up with a different excuse?]

When Wen Hao went to get the task card, he first asked, "One corn won't make us collect another 20,000 corns, right?"

PD Liu: “No, the tasks are very simple.”

When the guests heard that the task was simple, they all showed expressions of disbelief.

Wen Hao opened the task card, removed the polite words at the beginning, and read the task directly: "The farm provides breakfast for 30 yuan, lunch for 200 yuan, dinner for 100 yuan, and accommodation for 500 yuan. Next, please choose your own way to make money. Picking eggs is 1 yuan each, cooking pig food is 100 yuan per time, feeding pigs, chickens and ducks is 10 yuan per time, picking up chicken and duck manure is 50 yuan per catty, cleaning the pigsty is 100 per time, harvesting 100 catties of vegetables in the back mountain is 1 yuan, 100 corns are 1 yuan, and weeding the back mountain is 10 catties... 1! Groats!"

There are so many tasks to do to make money, and they get more and more outrageous as time goes on.

Wen Hao's mouth was dry from reading so much, but PD Liu said considerately: "Since there are many tasks, I am afraid that everyone can't tell them apart, so I printed five copies of this money-making list. If you can't remember them, you can pick them up by yourself. In addition, some tasks cannot be repeated, such as feeding chickens and ducks. There are clear time and frequency regulations, and you can only feed them twice a day, etc. These precautions are marked below."

"It seems that the most profitable jobs are the dirtiest." Wen Hao finished reading the task list, shook his head and sighed, "It's really not easy to make money."

Zhao Zhengchu raised his hand and asked politely, "PD Liu, how do you calculate washing pigs?"

Last night, the "Pig Washing" incident was trending on the Internet. PD Liu naturally knew about it. He held the megaphone and said, "That was a deal between you and the boss. It is not within the scope of making money."

Zhao Zhengchu looked at the boss wearing a mask next to him, smiled helplessly, and said self-deprecatingly: "It seems that I will have to work for nothing for a while."

The five members of "Let's Go" felt sore all over their bodies after yesterday's hard work of breaking corn. The soreness and swelling were unbearable when they lifted their arms.

Even someone like Wen Hao, who exercises regularly, still feels sore in several places on his body today after yesterday's exercise.

Seeing that everyone was still standing there, PD Liu gave a warm reminder: "Some tasks have restrictions. Once you complete them, they will be gone. First come, first served."

Xia Weiwei hurriedly picked up the bamboo basket and went to pick up eggs. This was a job she had done before and she knew where the chickens laid eggs.

Moreover, with Qingzhi, the humanoid plug-in, she is already very relaxed.

Song Feizhou was surprised to find that no one was doing the most profitable job, so he immediately took it over and went to ask his aunt and uncle how to cook pig food.

There was a utility room built nearby, which housed an old-fashioned earthen stove with firewood piled up next to it in advance.

Song Feizhou had experience in making fire when he was a child, and he would put a big black iron pot on the stove.

Following his aunt's instructions, he brought a basket of ingredients for the pig feed.

He couldn't help mumbling while chopping the sweet potato, "This sweet potato is so big, my hands are a little sore from chopping it."

After chopping the sweet potatoes, he started chopping corn.

"Such delicious corn is actually fed to pigs. However, these are relatively small. The boss must have picked out the small ones and not sold them to the pigs."

As he spoke, he interacted with the camera, "Did anyone receive the corn we broke yesterday?"

[Not yet, the courier is still delivering it. ]

[Dear Zhou Zhou, I received it and have cooked it. The corn you broke with your own hands is especially delicious.]

[I feel that this guy is quite down-to-earth. The other stars have gone to do the easy job of picking up eggs.]

The staff could see the comments in real time, so they asked him, "Why don't you go pick up eggs with everyone else?"

Song Feizhou said sincerely, "Isn't this more profitable?"

[Silly husband, I am sorry to make you all laugh. ]

[This is the first time I have seen such clear stupidity in a person’s eyes.]

[It’s true that you can make money, but they charge one dollar for an egg, so it’s easier to make money there. You can cook the pig food after you collect the eggs.]

The staff saw the comments and said, "Then you can pick up the eggs first and then cook them."

Song Feizhou continued chopping corn with his head down, and said in a low voice: "Then such a good thing will not be my turn. It's just like singing. If I don't take a step forward, then the good stage will not be my turn."

[Help, it's so early in the morning, don't use the Zhouzhou knife to kill me. ]

【Come on, Zhou Zhou, you will definitely have a better stage. 】

【The passerby turned into a fan. 】

[It's so funny. It's Song Feizhou's own fault that he doesn't have a stage. Does the Internet have no memory? ]

[Song Feizhou is the best at playing the victim. He got his debut spot in the talent show by playing the victim. He deliberately used his mother's disability to gain sympathy.]

[If the haters don't like watching, just leave this live broadcast room and go watch your own master. ]

[Song Feizhou still has fans? These fans are too picky. I suggest you go watch Zhao Zhengchu instead. At least he is pleasing to the eye.]

[What are you arguing about? Don't disturb our fellow vegetable lovers from watching the pig food being cooked. ]

[That’s right, we just love watching pig food being cooked, do we need some fans to persuade us? ]

[That is to say, the food this boss feeds his pigs is too good. Corn, sweet potatoes, vegetable leaves... none of them are what I can buy. ]

[I think the boss's stuff would be delicious if used to cook pig food, right? ]

Song Feizhou was oblivious to the arguments on the screen and focused on chopping the leaves. He then poured the chopped leaves into a large iron pot.

Wang Yanmei was watching nearby and reminded him to add water and rice bran.

Wang Yanmei had a good impression of the young man and said, "This rice bran is not the inferior stuff bought outside, it is the rice bran from the rice we grow ourselves. When I was a kid, we raised pigs and fed them like this at home. You will be able to smell it after it is cooked. There is still a fragrance. Pigs that eat this kind of pig food will grow strong and have tender meat."

[Boss, can you please make a deal and sell us some pork when the time comes?]

[It's outrageous that I, alone, have an appetite for this pot of pig food. ]

[I suddenly realized that what I eat is not as good as what a pig eats... woohoo, at least a pig can eat the boss's food! ]

[I can't even bear to eat sweet potatoes and corn in one meal. I am worse than 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, "It's not cooked yet but we can smell the fragrance. These pigs are in for a treat."

A big pot of pig food is ready when it becomes slightly sticky.

Xu Qingzhi had just come back and helped Weiwei carry back two baskets full of eggs. When she came to the door of the utility room, she called out, "Mom, where should we put the eggs first?"

Although there are many things in the house, they are very well organized.

There is no other reason, only one reason.

If she put things in the wrong place, she would be severely scolded by Ms. Wang! Of course, she was not the only one scolded, her father and brother were no exception.

The original words are usually: If everyone places things randomly like you do, this house will sooner or later become a pigsty!

Sometimes the words are slightly different, but the meaning is the same.

So, Mama's Boy Qingzhi is very prescient and asks a question first.

Wang Yanmei frowned. "You're such a grown-up, and you still have to ask me for help when you put something there. Hey..."

With a helpless look on his face, he pointed to the house and said, "All the eggs are in the room next door. There is a big iron basin. Put them there first and put them in later."

Xu Qingzhi: "Which one next to you?"

"It's the one next to the door!"

Xu Qingzhi confirmed: "Is it the one downstairs facing my room?"

Wang Yanmei: "If it's not that house, which one would be empty and could store things?"

"Got it." Xu Qingzhi sniffed, ah... I'm used to it.

It's just like when her mother used to cook and she would ask her to get some peppers and peel a few cloves of garlic.

Middle school students have no idea about these things, so they would ask, "How many peppers do you need? How many cloves of garlic do you need to peel?"

Ms. Wang: "Just bring a few over. I'll just have one green vegetable for lunch today. It'll look good with some red pepper."

Qingzhi scratched his head: "How many are there?"

Then Ms. Wang got angry, "Seven or eight!"

Qingzhi took out the peppers and counted them one by one, and asked anxiously: "Should we take seven or eight peppers? These peppers are not very big."

Ms. Wang put down the meat-cutting knife, came over, grabbed the pepper from Qingzhi's hand, waved her hand away, and said helplessly: "Okay, just go out and wait for dinner, don't get in the way here." - In Song Feizhou's single-person storyboard live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was swish.

[It's so funny, the troublemaker boss will be suppressed one day. 】

[I know how to urge the boss to serve the food. Spreading rumors won’t work. Let the boss’s mother open a Yunqi Live account, and we will go there every day.]

[Yes, yes, let the boss’s mother open an account. ]

Xu Qingzhi was about to leave with the eggs in his hand. Wang Yanmei realized that her tone was a little hasty, so she took out a large piece of sweet potato with a shovel and said, "Daughter, try this sweet potato and see how it tastes."

There is a little belated maternal love, but not much.

Xu Qingzhi: "Mom, isn't this cooked pig food?"

"When we were raising pigs when I was a kid, we would stew pig food at home. You and your brother would pick out the sweet potatoes from the stew and eat them. They were delicious," said Wang Yanmei.

[Hahaha, the boss’s dark history: when he was a kid he used to steal pig food.]

【The boss mom is so funny. 】

After Wang Yanmei finished speaking, she felt that it was inappropriate. The child had grown up and would never eat these. "Okay, go ahead. Mom didn't mean to speak loudly to you."

Xu Qingzhi smiled and said, "Mom, I'm not angry."

After saying this, he carried two baskets of eggs back into the house and put them away.

How could she be angry?

She just wanted to always be the child who never grew up in her mother's eyes.

My mother yelled at me, scolded me, and said she was annoying...

All good.

Because a child with a mother is a treasure.

The first song I learned was this.

Xu Qing knew the truth and couldn't help humming the tune of "Only Mom is Good in the World". She sang it out loud while putting the eggs in the basket into the big iron basin.

Xu Fuqiang passed by the door, walked over, and helped put the eggs on. When his daughter finished singing, he smiled and said, "Qingzhi, you have daddy, okay?"

Xu Qingzhi: “???”

"Oh, yes, of course."

(End of this chapter)