But he couldn't reveal the fact that he had found bedding for Bai Ye. If he stared at Bai Ye, he would get even more angry. Maybe he would accuse Bai Ye of playing cards again.
The two of them were in a stalemate for a while. The woman who had been watching understood and waved her hand with a smile: "Child, take the quilt you like. Auntie doesn't want money, as long as you bring it back before you leave."
"But......"
"It doesn't matter," the woman said, "There are only two of us in our family, so we don't need too many beddings. You can pick whatever you like."
It would be better if I could get the quilt without spending any money, so as to shut Zhou Yu's mouth. Qi Xingchen didn't bother to care about Zhou Yu, so he picked the driest bed and chatted with his wife while pulling it down, "Aren't you afraid that someone will take it and not return it?"
"Don't be afraid. You have clear eyes and you can tell at a glance that you are a kind-hearted child."
Qi Xingchen blinked his amber eyes, smiled shyly, his eyes sparkling.
The assistant covered his chest and muttered, "Damn... this monkey spirit is starting to exude charm again, he must have got some bad intentions!"
But this time the assistant guessed wrong. Qi Xingchen folded the quilt, put it on his shoulders, and asked politely: "Auntie, my name is Qi Xingchen, and your nickname is Xingxing. How should I call you?"
"Just call me Auntie Sun," said Widow Sun.
"Okay, Aunt Sun. Thank you for the quilt," Qi Xingchen said, "You can stay here. If you need any help, just come to me. I can do everything from chopping melons and vegetables to fixing light bulbs and unclogging toilets."
"Oh, that's amazing, great!"
Widow Sun had not finished her meal yet, so Qi Xingchen did not disturb her. He thanked her again and left carrying the quilt.
After taking two steps, I didn't hear anyone following me.
He really wanted to go back alone, but the camera was there, so he could only pretend to be united and looked back at Zhou Yu, "Brother Yu?"
Zhou Yu was now freed from the embarrassment just now, with a face that looked more embarrassing than constipation.
When Qi Xingchen returned to Zeng's house, his family had already cleaned up the house and sat in a circle in the living room thinking about what to eat tonight.
Bai Ye had no interest in joining in this kind of conversation. He leaned against the window, looking out bored.
Suddenly, he saw a man sneaking in at the door. The man was carrying a white thing on his shoulder. He winked at the yellow dog guarding the gate and made a "hush" gesture.
The behavior is as strange as it can be, and it doesn't look good.
Bai Ye was afraid of encountering another burglary, so he wanted to go out and take a look. Finally, after discussing with the yellow dog, he raised his head.
——A small face as big as a palm, fair skin and single eyelids, isn't this Qi Xingchen!
Bai Ye watched Qi Xingchen sneak back to the room carrying the quilt, and five minutes later appeared in the living room as if nothing had happened.
"Xingxing, why did you run away halfway through wiping just now? Where did you go?" Zhang Yunfei asked.
"It's too stuffy in this room, let's go out and get some fresh air."
"Hey, what do you mean by breathable?" Zhou Yu sneered, "You obviously went to look for a quilt!"
Liu Ziyu was curious: "Looking for a quilt? Why are you looking for a quilt?
Zhou Yu chuckled, "She's just being coquettish."
Zhou Yu's tone was sarcastic, and everyone present could tell that there was something wrong. Luo Qiuman changed the subject in time: "How about we go to Old Zeng's garden and pick some vegetables ourselves?"
Celebrities rarely have the opportunity to participate in this kind of farm activity, so upon hearing about it they happily went back to their rooms to change into long pants suitable for entering the vegetable fields.
Bai Ye's eyes fell on Qi Xingchen who was also running towards the house.
Considering the character of little fans who never speak out when they are hurt, is it possible that they are so pampered that they must sleep with a clean quilt?
Then he came up with the answer himself - well, the skin on the little fan's back is so tender, it is indeed possible.
Now is the time when the first vegetables of the season are ripe. My family is having a great time. Lao Zeng came to call us for dinner, but we were reluctant to leave with our spoils.
The spoils of female stars are basically vegetables such as persimmons and cucumbers, which are good to eat at night. Qi Xingchen, with nothing on his hands, sat down next to Lao Zeng with Ma Jindao, pouring wine for him while trying to get close to him.
Look at the attitude, he is closer to me than my own son and Lao Zeng!
Everyone was watching it with great interest, but Director Zhao and Deputy Director Li felt their scalps tingling, wondering whether the monkey spirit was up to something again.
Fortunately, Qi Xingchen just wanted to understand the situation in the village. During one meal, he had a thorough understanding of the entire Yang Village. He even knew when the village chief's dog eloped with a stray dog.
The Zeng family's houses were well built, each with three or four rooms, so this time the guests finally didn't need to share rooms.
At night, Qi Xingchen listened attentively to the sounds in the yard until only the chirping of cicadas remained. He hugged the bedding borrowed from Bai ê½ and knocked on Bai Ye's door.
So when Bai Ye opened the door, what he saw was a tall pile of white quilts, with a little head poking out from behind the quilts.
The little head whispered, "Don't ask, let 놖 in first."
"……Um."
Bai Ye moved sideways to make way for the little head.
Qi Xingchen held the quilt and went straight to the single bed. Sure enough, the bed owner had lifted up the bedding and piled it aside, revealing the hard bed board underneath.
Qi Xingchen grunted as he laid out the new bedding, then folded up the damp bedding, patted it and said, "I don't like white quilts. They make me feel like I'm in the hospital. Your blue one looks much better. Brother Bai Ye, can we change?"
It turned out that the little fan ran out to find the quilt for him. Bai Ye was stunned for a moment and raised his eyebrows: "You have already changed it."
Qi Xingchen: "......"
Afraid of being discovered, he moved as soon as he came in, and actually forgot to ask Bai Ye first.
What if the family doesn't want to change, then he would be doing something bad with good intentions.
Qi Xingchen was silent for a while. Seeing that he was frustrated, Bai Ye finally let him go, with a faint smile on his face: "But I really like white."
Qi Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief and was completely relieved.
"Then I'll change the blue one," Qi Xingchen picked up the changed quilt, "By the way, don't tell anyone about what happened tonight."
He had been very careful since he came in, trying not to make any noise, just to prevent the audience from knowing about Bai Ye's problem and avoid being tricked.
Bai Ye also cooperated very well, imitating Qi Xingchen's whispered voice and said, "Thank you, I won't tell anyone, but--"
He bent his index finger and tapped Qi Xingchen's forehead lightly, "But there is a camera in our room, did you forget?"
As a poor kid who was participating in the program for the first time, Qi Xingchen often forgot the existence of the camera and fell asleep in depression.
Bai Ye lay on the soft and clean quilt, smelling the unique grass-scented breeze of the countryside, and fell asleep quickly.
The next morning, the rooster woke up the sleeping guests.
Even more cruel than the rooster was Director Zhao. In the Zeng family yard, he held a megaphone in one hand and pulled a middle-aged man in the other, shouting, "Are you all awake?"
"Ah? Oh oh oh," the guests responded in a daze, "Awake."
Director Zhao: "......Okay, then let me announce today's tasks."
"The man standing next to you is called Lao Tie, a blacksmith who specializes in making household items such as washbasins and ladles. Your task today is - come, Xiao Li -"
After hearing the sound, Xiao Li, the farm keeper, slowly drove a small agricultural tricycle out of the carport.
The truck bed was filled with all kinds of iron utensils.
"Today your mission is to go to the market with Lao Tie to sell ironware. The more you sell, the higher the mission completion rate will be."
When Zhou Yu first heard the unfamiliar term "task completion", he asked, "What's the difference between high and low completion?"
"If the task completion rate is below 50%, it will be considered a failed task. If the task completion rate is above 50%, there will be no deduction or reward. If you can reach 100% - that is, sell out everything - you can get a hidden reward."
Complete? Sell? Light?
This is a whole cart of iron tools! How is it possible that they are all sold out?
There was a lot of complaints in the yard. No matter which family needed daily necessities, they were limited. With such a large truck, it was a problem whether one tenth of it could be sold, let alone half!
While the 꺶 family was complaining, Qi Xingchen's expression was not very good. When he was chatting with Zeng Er last night, Zeng Er said that the blacksmith next door was the one with the most difficult conditions in the village.
It seems to be this old friend.
If there really was a market for iron tools, I would never be so confused as to do this.
From this we can see that Laotie’s goods are definitely harder to sell than imagined.
But no matter how difficult it was to sell, they had to go. Under the urging of the program team, everyone carried their bags and set off in the morning light.
There were not many customers at the market. My friend drove slowly forward and said with a smile: "We are almost at your stall. Your son bought you some soy milk and fried dough sticks. They are not expensive, but they are hot. Don't be disgusted!"
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Everyone said they didn't mind. Maybe they would have to deduct 2,000 yuan from the travel fund today, so every free meal counts.
A dozen meters further ahead, the huge Chinese characters for "Ironware" came into view. The stall has been set up under a awning made of two bamboo poles and a piece of cloth. There was no cargo on it, just a breakfast.
Behind the stall, a boy of about fourteen or fifteen was holding a pen, apparently writing something.
"Uncle Tie," Qi Xingchen frowned immediately, "Is your son not going to school today?"
"I was supposed to be in class, but the teacher had something at home, so I had to take a break."
"...If a teacher has family matters, can't we ask another teacher to take over the class?" Liu Ziyu couldn't figure it out. "Besides, there can't be only one course, right?"
"Hey girl, you don't understand us! Xiaotie's school only has one teacher who teaches both Chinese and math. The teacher has family matters, so of course there are no classes!"
Liu Ziyu was shocked when he heard this, but in fact, this is the case in many poor mountainous areas. Teacher resources are scarce and one teacher has to perform multiple duties.
Not to mention the teaching quality, if any teacher can't come, the whole class will have to suspend classes.
"Okay, we're here," Lao Tie parked the car in the open space and jumped out first, "Xiao Tie, come over and shout!"
Xiaotie put down his pen, greeted the guests, and very considerately asked the 꺶 family to have breakfast.
Qi Xingchen observed Xiaotie out of the corner of his eye while eating, and saw him return to where he had just started and continue writing. While writing, he wiped the corner of his mouth.
Qi Xingchen said: "Xiaotie, come here."
"Brother Xingxing." He came over as he was told.
"What to write?"
"Write yesterday's homework."
"All of them?"
Xiao Tie scratched his head, "I don't know how to solve a few application questions."
"Okay, I'll help you later," Qi Xingchen took a fried dough stick from his plate, "In exchange for doing the questions, you help me eat this fried dough stick that I can't finish."
Xiaotie is a simple and kind person. He can't tell whether Qi Xingchen's words are true or false, and happily takes the fried dough sticks.
Qi Xingchen was relieved and distressed to see him wolfing down the food. He handed him the soy milk and said, "Eat slowly, don't choke."
While serving the soy milk, he suddenly noticed an extra fried dough stick on his plate.
He turned his head to look at Bai Ye, but Bai Ye seemed to be eating very seriously and didn't see him.
After breakfast, Qi Xingchen fulfilled his promise and asked Xiaotie to bring the exercise book over.
"Application questions?" Zhou Yu came over when he heard Qi Xingchen's words.
"Aren't you an art major?" Zhou Yu glanced at the exercise book in Qi Xingchen's hand, "How can you do this?"
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