Wen Hao finished reading the new rules and explained them in plain language: "That is to say, there is no mandatory requirement to complete a certain number of tasks today. It is all voluntary. However, the top three who complete the most tasks can rest and play tomorrow. PD Liu, is that what you mean?"

PD Liu said off-screen with a loud speaker: "Yes."

Wen Haoshou asked, "What if everyone has the same amount?"

PD Liu: “Then use the most primitive method.”

Song Feizhou asked curiously: "What method?"

PD Liu: “Rock, paper, scissors.”

Wen Hao waved his hand, made up his mind and said with a smile: "Okay, then we will rest in the morning, count in the afternoon, everyone will do the same amount, and rest after finishing, and play rock-paper-scissors in the evening."

When everyone heard this, they all agreed.

PD Liu, whose original intention was to create a competitive atmosphere even without pressuring the members to achieve any effect, now looked completely gloomy.

He secretly provoked: "Tomorrow's punishment will be very tiring. The winner can rest for a whole day. The program team will cover all expenses."

However, none of the five members of "Let's Go" were listening to him.

Everyone was really tired yesterday and we all feel sore today. Instead of waiting until tomorrow to rest, we might as well take it easy and rest for a while today.

Wen Hao took off his work gloves, and everyone put away their work tools in the utility room nearby. Then they moved bamboo chairs into the house and sat under the persimmon tree.

If you say rest, then really rest.

The six shots of the program crew seemed redundant at this moment, one was enough, after all, everyone was sitting together.

Xu Qingzhi didn't sit there, but sat under the eaves of the house instead.

In the past, when the persimmon tree at home was not tall enough to provide shade, the eaves were where we often sat. We would take a bamboo chair, put it next to the door, sit down, lean back, and cross our legs. It was so comfortable.

She lifted the bottom of her mask up, picked up the persimmon and started eating.

She put a few persimmons in the rice and steamed them until they were ripe, so she tasted them.

The persimmons are a little soft, but not too mushy. You can tear the skin off with your hands. They taste rich and sweet, unlike the persimmons sold outside which are overly sweet, as if they were spiked with sweetener.

As for the guests, everyone was chatting awkwardly about their recent work, life insights, etc.

[Persimmons! The boss is eating persimmons! If I remember correctly, the sister who went to see the scene yesterday seemed to have received persimmons from the boss's mother. ]

[You can’t watch today. The production crew stopped people on the way there. Only villagers from this village are allowed to pass.]

[This boss doesn't even take off his mask when eating persimmons. How ugly must he be to be so afraid of seeing people. ]

[The boss is eating with such relish, is there any persimmons for sale? ]

Xu Qingzhi is quite particular about what he eats, but when it comes to persimmons, no matter how particular he is, his hands can't help getting dirty.

At least, she couldn't do it.

After eating, her hands were stained with persimmon flesh. She took some paper in advance, wiped her mouth and hands after eating, and then turned down the half-turned mask.

When I was throwing away the garbage, I found that the main camera was facing me again.

Xu Qingzhi frowned. This was not the first time he had been offended so rudely.

She stood up, walked over, manually moved the camera to the direction of the show guest, and said, "If you come to film me for no reason again, I will scold you, very harshly."

The voice was slightly raised and the intonation was gentle, making others feel that it was more like a joke, but it also had a bit of a reminder.

[Ahhh, how can the boss of Fuwang Farm be so cute? 】

[Shoot, keep shooting, I want to hear the boss scold me.]

[Boss, if you were selling persimmons, I would help you curse! ]

[The boss is so cute~]

Just as the audience in the live broadcast room were shouting that the boss's action was so cute.

Only the cameraman felt a chill on his back. He met the boss's eyes and nodded obediently, feeling guilty, and promised, "Boss, I'm sorry. I won't do it again next time."

(End of this chapter)