There was silence in the meeting room for a moment. A girl moved accidentally and was immediately spotted by Director Liu.
"Xiao Ding, tell me, what did you come up with last night?"
Xiao Ding froze: "That..."
Director Liu looked at her encouragingly.
Xiao Ding cleared his throat with some difficulty and was about to open his mouth to refuse when he saw a few figures who had just returned from field research walking past the door of the conference room.
Upon seeing this, Xiao Ding's eyes lit up: "Director Liu, since we all know that Teacher Lu and the others can't spend so much money at the village supply and marketing cooperative, why don't we just let them spend it outside?"
"Going outside to spend money?"
"Xiao Ding, this is a rural show. Asking guests to spend money outside is putting the cart before the horse, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?"
"Your idea is not good. How can you actively ask guests to spend money outside?"
"They don't need to initiate it," Xiao Ding said to everyone. "The place I'm talking about is in the countryside, so letting them spend their money wherever they want doesn't violate the purpose of our program at all."
"There's such a place?"
"Are there other places to spend money in the countryside? Xiao Ding, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
"Of course not. I can guarantee that this is a place where you can spend money, and if you're generous, you can spend a lot of money."
Hearing this, Director Liu couldn't help but look at her with an idea in his mind: "Please tell me more about your thoughts."
"It's actually very simple..."
After listening to Xiao Ding's idea, Director Liu looked thoughtfully at the several live broadcast rooms in the conference room: "You're right, this idea is indeed feasible."
I don’t know if Xiao Ding’s idea gave everyone some inspiration, but the staff started to come up with new ideas and soon found several feasible solutions.
They didn't know that Director Liu had already set his sights on the money they had, and were now happily preparing food for the picnic.
While Lu Chuanbei was preparing the rice balls, Song Tiantian also took out the herbs she had picked yesterday and processed them.
I saw her sorting out and cleaning the several kinds of medicine that needed to be dried in the shade or in the sun before preparation.
Xiangfangnan followed Song Tiantian silently as she busied herself with work. Then, still under Song Tiantian's instruction, he took out the grape skins and seeds refrigerated in the kitchen, cleaned them, and hung them on a winnowing basket to dry in the shade.
After everything was ready, Song Tiantian nodded in satisfaction: "Done, I'll be able to make grape seed oil and grape pectin after I come back from the picnic."
I don’t know if Director Liu reminded the photographer about Song Tiantian making the ointment yesterday.
So, when Song Tiantian was processing medicinal herbs today, the photographer focused directly on Song Tiantian's little body running in and out, and her cute little face, while blurring her processing techniques.
The system looked at these ignorant photographers who only took useless photos and couldn't help but shook its head: They don't even know how to record the proper pharmaceutical techniques, but only know how to take photos of useless things. No wonder Chinese medicine has declined like this in this world.
Song Tiantian felt the fluctuation of the system and couldn't help but ask it: 008, what's wrong with you?
The system quickly regained its spirits: It’s nothing, I see that Tiantian, the medicinal materials you process are getting better and better.
Song Tiantian was delighted: Really?
System: Really, the way you dried the herbs just now was very good, and the herbs that were rubbed with your hands retained most of their medicinal properties.
Song Tiantian laughed proudly a few times: I saw in the video you sent me that the brothers and sisters used some techniques to extract the herbs when they were drying them, so I tried it, and I didn’t expect it to be so effective.
The system looked at Song Tiantian with appreciation: Tiantian, you are worthy of being the host I chose, you are so smart.
Song Tiantian proudly puffed out her belly: That’s it!
While Song Tiantian was interacting with the system, Lu Chuanbei had already made the rice balls. Not only that, he also quickly made two thick omelets and fried some shredded pork with Beijing sauce.
Put the fried Beijing-style shredded pork into the lunch box, blanch the purchased bean curd sheets in boiling water, cut them into palm-sized slices and stack them neatly.
Just as Lu Chuanbei picked up the chicken breast and was about to fry some chicken fillets to take up the mountain, an uninvited guest arrived.
"Uncle village chief?" Song Tiantian looked up at the person who walked into the grape courtyard.
"Good morning, Sweetie." Zhang Bosong greeted the little girl with a smile.
"Good morning, uncle." Song Tiantian replied politely.
"Okay, okay, everyone's fine." Zhang Bosong said with a smile, then glanced at the chimney in the kitchen where smoke was still coming out: "Hey, Xiao Lu is still cooking?"
"Well, Dad is preparing food for the picnic." Song Tiantian became excited when she mentioned the picnic.
Zhang Bosong looked at the slightly excited little girl and thought she just wanted to go up the mountain to play, so he didn't say much: "Is that so? Then uncle will go in and see what delicious food your father has made."
"Yeah." Song Tiantian, who didn't know that this guy was a stumbling block on their way to the picnic, nodded happily.
In the kitchen, Lu Chuanbei had just taken the golden fried chicken fillet out of the pan when he saw Zhang Bosong walking in from outside.
"Village chief?" Lu Chuanbei looked at Zhang Bosong in surprise. "Why are you here?"
"Oh, I came to take a look." Zhang Bosong looked at the food box that Lu Chuanbei placed on the table, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "So much food, did you just make it?"
"Yes." Lu Chuanbei picked up the kitchen paper on the counter and wiped the grease off his hands. "Village Chief, do you want to try it?"
Lu Chuanbei was just being polite, but Zhang Bosong immediately nodded and agreed, "Okay, I've only watched you eat these past few days, but I haven't really tasted your cooking."
"Then you can eat more." As he said that, Lu Chuanbei took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick cage and handed them to Zhang Bosong.
[You know what, Xiao Lu's tutoring is really good.]
[Passing chopsticks with both hands is a polite gesture that is very pleasing to the eye.]
[Now that you mention it, I realize that Xiao Lu seems to always use both hands to pass things to others.]
[Yes, yes, yes. I was saying that I always felt something was wrong when watching the live broadcast. So this is what happened.]
[From watching these live broadcasts, it seems that even when Xiao Lu is handing things over to his children, he always uses both hands.]
[You just discovered it, we at Syrup discovered it long ago! ]
[Syrup? Is this what Lu Chuanbei's fans call him?]
[This name is quite unique.]
[You guys aren't calling it syrup just because it's Chuanbei cough syrup, are you?]
[What a guy, how can you choose a fan name like this? 】
In the kitchen, Zhang Bosong was still enjoying the snacks that Lu Chuanbei had carefully prepared for the picnic.
On the other side, Xiangfangnan had already taken Song Tiantian to the supply and marketing cooperative to inform the public.
"What did you say? The village chief went to the grape courtyard?" He Xuebin looked at Xiangnan and the others in surprise.
"Yeah," Xiang Nan nodded.
"Where is he going and what is he doing?" He Xuebin always had a bad feeling.
"Anyway, it won't be a good thing." Fang Xiuzhu has a deep understanding of the program team's routine. Especially after they made a fortune, it would be strange if the program team didn't make some small moves.
"Then let's go back quickly, otherwise what if Xiao Lu gets cheated by that scumbag Lao Zhang?" He Xuebin started to worry.
"Don't worry." Fang Xiuzhu calmed He Xuebin: "Let's buy the things first."
"Are you still shopping at this hour?"
"If I don't buy it, I'm afraid I won't be able to buy it when the time comes."
Sure enough, Fang Xiuzhu's prediction came true.
Just as they returned to the grape courtyard, they heard the bad news.
"Contract?" He Xuebin looked at Zhang Bosong in disbelief.
Zhang Bosong nodded. "Yes, the flower fields, vineyards, and bamboo forest are all contracted by you."
"When did I contract the flower field? Isn't this what you divided among us?"
Zhang Songbai said, "It's distributed to you, but you can't use it for nothing."
"You just can't stand seeing us have money, right?" He Xuebin has seen through the program crew's routine.
Zhang Bosong chuckled a few times: "That's not the case, but you still have to pay the contracting fee."
"I won't." He Xuebin stiffened his neck and said, "As long as I don't pay, don't even think about taking money out of my pocket!"
Zhang Bosong passed by He Xuebin and looked at Fang Xiuzhu and Lu Chuanbei: "Why do you say that?"
"What? You want us to pay the contract fee without any evidence?" Fang Xiuzhu asked back.
"The contract shouldn't mention anything about the contract fee, right?" Lu Chuanbei looked around and said.
"That's right. If you want us to pay the contract fee, you have to give a reasonable reason. How can you ask us to pay the contract fee just by showing up?" He Xuebin fell directly into Zhang Bosong's trap.
[It's over, it's over. This brainless guy Dabinzi is completely finished.]
[I say, Binzi, you're not smart enough. Why didn't you know not to respond? Now you're done, you're definitely being tricked by Zhang Bosong again.]
[The originally good situation suddenly went downhill.]
[Sure enough, Zhang Bosong came here for He Xuebin from the beginning, right?]
[I knew Dabin would never let us down, even if he was holding back.]
[Dabin must be a bug left by the production team among the guests, right?]
Even the fans noticed something was wrong, and Zhang Bosong would not miss such a good opportunity.
Just as He Xuebin finished speaking, Zhang Bosong looked over at him and said, "So, if I give you a reasonable reason, will you be willing to pay this money?"
Hearing this, He Xuebin felt uneasy: "Wait, what's a reasonable reason?"
Zhang Bosong just smiled and said nothing.
When He Xuebin saw his expression, he immediately got furious: "I know, you must have found an excuse a long time ago, and you're just waiting for us to speak!"
Fang Xiuzhu looked at the idiot and said, "It's not us. This has nothing to do with us."
He Xuebin: ...
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