Afterwards, Zhang Zekai and his staff went to Jin Qiaoqiao's home.

Passing by the yard of a blue brick and tile house, Zhang Zekai looked at the low earthen house nearby and thought that this was the home of the rural protagonist.

However, the staff told him that this was the house where the program crew was staying.

Just at this time, Luo Fanjin came down the mountain carrying firewood and was preparing to go home.

Zhang Zekai and the people from the program crew were also preparing to move forward. At the corner, Zhang Zekai lowered his head and walked absent-mindedly.

"Ouch!"

With a bang, he was suddenly knocked to the ground.

"Can't you see the road? Are you blind?" Zhang Zekai stood up cursing and saw someone carrying a bundle of firewood. It seemed to be a girl.

The two men collided with such force that the firewood on the girl's back was knocked to the ground and scattered one by one.

"It's not that I'm blind, it's that someone has a problem with their brain! It's such a wide road, but they insist on taking the right road that's open to traffic on the opposite side. If this isn't a problem with their brain, then what is it?"

Luo Fanjin immediately retorted.

She will not tolerate those who speak rudely.

Are you sick? Zhang Zekai threw down his suitcase and was about to go forward to argue.

But when he saw the girl's face, he was stunned.

This woman is so damn pretty!

For a moment, he stood still, looked at Luo Fanjin and said to him, "You bumped into it! Pick it up!"

No matter how much he liked looking at beautiful women, Zhang Zekai would never condescend to her. After hearing Luo Fanjin's words, he immediately retorted, "Why should I pick it up? You even knocked me down!"

The tone was full of dissatisfaction, but there was no confrontation.

The girl opposite said nothing, but just pointed to a stone not far away.

Zhang Zekai then remembered that he was first tripped by a stone and then bumped into the girl. Everything happened so quickly that he did not react. He thought that the girl was knocked down by the collision between the two people.

"That's my fault! I'll pick it up for you!"

After figuring everything out, Zhang Zekai immediately squatted on the ground and picked up the scattered branches one by one.

The people in the program crew didn't expect that Zhang Zekai, who was so difficult to discipline and impolite, admitted his mistake so quickly that they didn't know what to say for a moment.

The cameraman recorded Luo Fanjin's appearance while filming quietly.

"Hey, little girl, how old are you this year? What's your name?" Zhang Zekai asked while picking up firewood.

“It’s none of your business!”

Seeing Zhang Zekai's slow movements, Luo Fanjin became impatient and immediately picked up the firewood, tied it together and carried it on his back.

She turned and left, leaving behind these words, leaving Zhang Zekai in a daze in the wind.

"Wow! Quite a personality!" Zhang Zekai muttered a few words, but in the end he didn't chase after him to ask anything.

There are many beauties, but few with personality. They all look the same. It is interesting to meet someone interesting in such a remote mountain village.

On the way back, Zhang Zekai asked the staff about Luo Fanjin's affairs many times, but unfortunately the staff didn't know much and just gave a few perfunctory answers.

"Is this Jin Qiaoqiao's home?" Zhang Zekai widened his eyes.

If he had not seen the blue brick and tile house before, he would not have had such a strong contrast in his mind.

What appeared in front of him was a small house. This was the main house, and there was a kitchen and a toilet next to it. Together, there were three small houses connected together.

The house was made of adobe and the roof was covered with weeds, which reminded Zhang Zekai of the haunted house in the movie!

"Is this house habitable?"

"Three generations of Jin Qiaoqiao's family live in this house. Don't worry, the house is very sturdy!" the director shouted from behind.

At this time, an old lady came out after hearing the voice. The moment she saw Zhang Zekai, she immediately called out, "Child, come in!"

Zhang Zekai stared in amazement at the old lady in patched clothes. The vicissitudes of life were clearly revealed on her face, and her legs and feet looked unfit for movement.

Facing the old man, Zhang Zekai put away his disgusted look and walked into the house step by step.

After coming in, I suddenly realized that there was no spider webs and flying dust in here as I had imagined. Instead, it looked very clean.

The interior walls were covered with waste newspapers, three bamboo beds were attached to one side of the room, there were two large cabinets and a wooden table.

It looked simple, but clean, which made Zhang Zekai feel a little more balanced.

"Is there any food? I'm hungry!" he said to the staff of the program crew.

"We have rice and a vegetable garden at home, you can do it yourself!" came the staff's ruthless voice.

"Damn it! Let me do it myself? I have never cooked before, how can I cook? My parents don't dare to let me starve like this!" Zhang Zekai suddenly became angry.

"Your parents are not here, and you are here to participate in the life exchange. In other words, you have to do whatever the previous girls did?"

As he was speaking, a voice came from the staff's walkie-talkie. It turned out that the second city boy had arrived.

Zhang Zekai sat down on the bamboo bed. The quilt was still a little damp, as if it had been taken out from the bottom of a box. It had a moldy smell.

Grandma Jin looked at the child from the city and was afraid that he would feel uncomfortable, so she limped out.

The moment the door was closed, there were banging sounds in the room.

"I want to go home! What kind of a hell of a place is this? Is it possible for people to live here?"

"You guys from the production team are here to take a nap. I don't think you dare!"

The angry roars came out one after another, making people tremble with fear.

However, the cameraman continued filming without changing his expression. To him, he had encountered worse teenagers before, and Zhang Zekai's venting was nothing but a drizzle.

After doing this for a while, the tables and chairs in the room were kicked all over the place, and no one was hitting him. Zhang Zekai immediately collapsed on the bed and closed his eyes.

He now regretted extremely why he came here. How could it be as comfortable as home?

Just then, with a creak, the door was kicked open!

Zhang Zekai stood up immediately and saw a young man of the same age as him walking in aggressively.

"Are you the other person participating in the show?" the person asked.

"It's me, isn't it you too?"

"good!"

"From today on, I am the boss here! You will do the dirty and tiring work!" The man said this as soon as he entered the door.

Zhang Zekai was very angry at that time!

We are all city kids, who is afraid of who?

"Fuck! Are you sick?" Zhang Zekai cursed.

"Say it again, kid!"

The man looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old and was very tall, at least a head taller than Zhang Zekai.

He took off his coat at this time, revealing the muscular body underneath!

Zhang Zekai subconsciously glanced at himself.

The contrast between the two people is too obvious.

However, it is absolutely impossible to let the other party suppress you as soon as you meet!

He clasped his hands together, making a crunching sound.

The person on the opposite side rushed over without saying a word, and the two people quickly started fighting.