Chapter 242 Blowing will make the pain go away
"It's already very light, okay?" Song Zhiwei didn't have the confidence to refute.
Song Zhiyuan looked at the two people making a fuss and couldn't help but say, "It's really okay, you two don't need to make a fuss."
"How can it be okay? What if it leaves a scar?" Song Zhiwei's tone was full of self-blame. If he had known the little rabbit was so dangerous, he should not have let his sister touch it.
Chen Jingmo looked at Song Zhiwei's clumsy appearance when applying medicine to Song Zhiyuan, and took the cotton swab from Song Zhiwei's hand and said, "Let me do it."
This time, Song Zhiwei did not refuse Shen Jingmo's kindness and consciously gave up his seat.
After Chen Jingmo helped Song Zhiyuan apply the medicine, he leaned over and blew gently on the wound. "Duoduo said that blowing on it would make it less painful."
"How is that possible? Who knows where you got this nonsense from?" Song Zhiwei felt annoyed when he saw Chen Jingmo and his sister getting so close.
The warm breath spread on the skin of his arm, bringing a tingling sensation. Song Zhiyuan quickly withdrew his hand, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Cheng Yuhan, who had already settled the big white rabbit, waited a long time for the three people to arrive. Looking at the rabbit on the blanket, he was at a loss. He walked to Song Zhiyuan's door tentatively and asked, "Sister Song, what should we do next?"
"Just watch."
Cheng Yuhan thought he had misheard and asked again, unsure, "Watch?"
"We can't help much, just watch and help clean up." Song Zhiyuan explained again.
When he first started his internship at the Ministry of Agriculture, Song Zhiyuan followed his leader to inspect the grassroots. He encountered heavy rain and was trapped in the countryside. It happened that a fellow villager's cat gave birth to kittens. Song Zhiyuan saw the fellow villager watching and occasionally helping to clean up.
"Then I'll go back and take a look." Cheng Yuhan looked back at Song Zhiyuan and the others uncertainly.
I always feel that it is a little unreliable.
Sister Song would not lie to herself.
They were busy helping Tutu deliver her baby until three in the morning. After cleaning up the mess, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest.
The forest was shrouded in mist due to the rain, and there was still no sign of it stopping. The members of the other groups had already gotten up one after another, but Song Zhiwei's group got up the latest.
After Song Zhiyuan went downstairs reluctantly, Shen Jingmo brought the brewed coffee to her.
Song Zhiyuan stood under the eaves with a cup of coffee, watching the raindrops falling from the ginkgo leaves not far away.
What kind of magical existence is Sister Song? Just standing there, doing nothing, she creates a great atmosphere.
[Stop talking, I'm already taking screenshots like crazy. I even want to check in at the guesthouse where Sister Song is staying. It looks so comfortable.]
"Jing Mo, is there no place for me?" Zhou Qingli's voice suddenly interrupted this beautiful moment.
Shen Jingmo picked up another cup of coffee and said perfunctorily, "No."
"Jing Mo, you are so unkind. Not to mention that we were former colleagues, we are still current colleagues, and you don't even know to make me a cup of coffee." Zhou Qingli complained jokingly, then went into the kitchen to make coffee himself.
"We probably won't be able to record in the rain." After picking pears for a whole day, Zhou Qingli felt a little sore all over.
This is the first time in her life that she has done so much farm work.
As soon as Zhou Qingli finished speaking, Ma Tao appeared in front of everyone holding an umbrella.
"Director, it's raining so hard, we shouldn't need to pick the pears, right?" Zhou Qingli asked tentatively.
Ma Tao casually placed the umbrella on a nearby wooden stake and said, "We have completed our pear picking experience. We don't need to go to the pear orchard again today, but we have another mission to complete today."
Zhou Qingli held the coffee and retorted, "It's still raining outside, how can we work?"
[It's hypocritical. Farmers always work. They work not only when it rains, but also when it hails.]
"As farmers, we rely on the weather for our livelihoods. During the harvest season, heavy rain can cause irreversible damage to crops. We must harvest promptly on rainy days."
"Due to the hot and dry climate, strong solar radiation and extremely high temperatures, the region boasts abundant light and heat resources, long hours of sunshine, and large temperature differences between day and night, which facilitates the accumulation of sugar in plant fruits. This unique environment has given the local grapes and cantaloupes their fame.
After discussion, the program team reached a consensus with the local vineyard. Today, everyone needs to go to the vineyard in the rain to explain the local fruit farmers' grape harvesting, drying, packaging and other production work, and experience the local fruit farmers' harvesting life.
"But I have some bad news."
After Ma Tao finished speaking, the room fell into silence.
Zhang Rong took a sip of strong tea and guessed, "Is there no food to eat again?"
"Congratulations, Sister Rong, for guessing it right." Ma Tao nodded with a smile.
"You're still congratulating me for such bad news." Zhang Rong rolled her eyes at Ma Tao.
It was impossible for Ma Tao to really not give them food, so the members of each group did not complain and waited for Ma Tao to say more.
Seeing that no one was talking, Ma Tao could only cough lightly and continue the conversation, "Although the orchard doesn't provide lunch, you will get one yuan for every 100 bunches of grapes you pack. Everyone can help the orchard pack grapes and get paid."
"Director, the wages are too low. Even black slaves are not exploited like you. Can you increase it a little bit, two dollars for packing a hundred bunches of grapes?" Cheng Yuhan took the initiative to bargain with the director team.
The other two groups of members followed suit.
Ma Tao thought for a moment and said, "For every 100 bunches of grapes you pack, you'll get an extra dollar."
Cheng Yuhan didn't expect the director to give in so readily, and murmured regretfully, "It seems like it's going to be less."
Before anyone could react, Ma Tao added, "Besides that, each group needs to pick 10,000 kilograms of grapes to complete today's mission."
"For those who completed their mission, the production team prepared a delicious local meal for everyone in the evening. On the contrary, for those who did not complete their mission, they had nothing to eat in the evening and could only watch from the sidelines."
As soon as Ma Tao finished speaking, Zhou Qingli immediately raised a question, "Director, our team is short of one person. Isn't this unfair to us?"
Lin Jianing is still in the hospital, so Zhou Qingli's team is short of a laborer. "Since Lin Jianing is not feeling well and is still in the hospital, Zhou Qingli's team only needs to collect 8,000 kilograms to complete the task."
"However, the program team has limited rain gear prepared for everyone. We will select appropriate rain gear based on the game."
The staff pushed up the prepared rain gear, including raincoats, umbrellas, and the oldest straw raincoats and woven hats.
Song Zhiwei crossed his arms and sneered, "Director, you're such a talent every time you manage to get these old tools."
My grandfather didn't even use a straw raincoat. It was heavy and bulky, and not very flexible. It was more convenient to just wear a sack.
This is exactly what Ma Tao wants. It's not Ma Tao's style to let the guests complete their tasks too smoothly.
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