As time goes by, the broadcast of Hope Village is gradually coming to an end.
The topic square on Dayan has also evolved from the initial jokes and concerns about the products to the current lively and lively atmosphere where every product is shared skillfully.
"A second of silence: This time I'm sharing my shopping experience from the last rural livestream. I recommend all of Naitu's dairy products, but if you can't drink milk at all, don't buy them. Chunshui's chilies are crispy, fragrant, crispy, and spicy, and very delicious. If you can handle spicy food, buy them, but if you can't, be careful. Guoji's farmhouse ham is very fragrant, but too fatty, so it can only be pressed with heavy chili or used in soup. Think before you buy it, sisters. Finally, there's Tuzhai's mixed mushroom oil, which is perfect for mixing with rice, noodles, or stir-fries. It's so fragrant, you must buy it, buy it all!"
"I highly recommend the mixed mushroom oil. Although it's expensive, it's really worth it. It's my favorite dish after following this show for so long. It tastes delicious no matter how you eat it!"
"A warning to those who can't handle spicy food: don't try the crispy peppers. They are crispy, fragrant and delicious, but they are really too spicy. I can't handle it at all. I can drink a liter of milk from just one small bag. Seriously."
"If you like making soup with farm ham, don't miss it. Even Brother Wen, an old Yuecheng man, doesn't want to put down his bowl. Those who understand will understand. Just buy it and you can make fried rice with the leftovers. It's a must-try."
Of course, the excitement in Dayan has never had anything to do with Zhao Mei and the others, not to mention that they have more important things to do now.
It was a clear and crisp autumn day, a rare cool day even in Lianyuncheng. Hopefully, the last day of the village had begun.
Everyone was the same as usual, but also different. They all sat in the yard, slowly drinking the old tree tea that had been upgraded since the tea was introduced.
But sometimes I still miss the taste of the inferior tea bags.
During this month, the six people and the guests who came to the program crew worked hard together to harvest the rice that Zhao Mei originally thought was impossible to harvest, and also harvested the oranges. In the last few days of the month, they even planted a new season of rice.
The hidden goal of the entire program was achieved as early as mid-month. The traffic benefit it brought made Hope Village, a variety show that was not very popular because it was too correct, a frequent visitor to hot searches.
The Yuncheng specialties promoted by the program team are selling well throughout China, sparking a craze for specialties. There are also more and more news reports about people returning to their hometowns to open factories and focusing on promoting the rural economy.
The relationship between Zhao Mei and the others has become deeper and more familiar. Among the six people, Tao Pingfan has changed the most. Although he is still not talkative, he is much more cheerful than when he first came.
In this small village, every day is spent simply and fulfillingly. Such days always pass quickly. In the last few days of the show, Zhao Mei even often thinks of the day when they first met. Everything seems like a lifetime ago.
On the last day, Director Yu Chen, who had not been seen for a while, also appeared in front of everyone and greeted them as usual.
"Good morning, everyone."
"Unconsciously, Hope Village has come a long way, through thick and thin. Whether in real life or online, we have received many opinions, both friendly and malicious, due to the unprecedented popularity."
"We have exceeded all the goals we set, and have even gone a step further to contribute our own little bit to supporting rural development."
"So, no matter what the outside world thinks, I believe that you and the production team, who have truly gone through all this and put in the effort, can all have a clear conscience, and that is enough."
"At three o'clock this afternoon, local leaders will present you with medals in the town's conference hall to commend you for your contributions to Yuncheng and to the agricultural specialties of China."
"A car will pick you up at two o'clock. Don't forget to pack your luggage since it's your last day. We'll go straight from town this time, so the ride won't be so bumpy, hahaha."
After Yu Chen finished speaking, he went back to work on the award ceremony, leaving only six people there to share their feelings of reluctance.
In fact, thirty days ago, except for Zhao Mei and Qiao Qiudie, and excluding occasional business cooperation, the six people had never met each other and knew nothing about each other.
But thirty days later, they seemed like comrades fighting side by side. Their suitable personalities and the same values allowed them to get along quite harmoniously. Although everyone knew that they would have to part ways sooner or later, they all tacitly agreed not to speak until today.
Li Teng was the first to stand up: "Okay, no one got up early today, and it's getting late. We have a lot of things to pack."
Qiao Qiudie pulled Zhao Mei along, following closely behind. "It's a different era now. Let's add each other's contact information when the time comes, so we won't be separated. We might as well pack up now. Besides, who knows if there will be a second season. It's boring like this now."
Before entering the room, Zhao Mei did not forget to look back. She could see that Tao Pingfan and Xi Jia, who were more emotionally sensitive, had slightly red eyes.
After going upstairs, Zhao Mei and Qiao Qiudie began to pack their luggage silently.
Both of them moved very quickly, but Zhao Mei could also tell that Qiao Qiudie's mood was far from as calm as she appeared.
After listening to her slightly irritable sound of packing her luggage for a while, Zhao Mei said helplessly: "So you said it's boring?"
Qiao Qiudie's movements suddenly paused, but she quickly returned to her previous state: "How can it not matter? I'm not a robot."
My hands were still numb from stuffing things into the suitcase.
Zhao Mei watched her as she was about to stuff the bedside lamp into the suitcase and sighed.
"Then you can't take the bedside lamp with you, right?"
Only then did Qiao Qiudie come to her senses. She looked at the desk lamp in her hand, smiled, lowered her eyes, and put the lamp back in its place.
"Oh, I really don't want to..."
"Even though we still have contact information and we're mostly in the capital, how can we have that much time to follow up with each other as artists? What's more, besides these six people, I can't bear to leave this show."
"It's like a real utopia, peaceful and at peace with the world. We work from sunrise to sunset here, play and live a leisurely life. Occasionally, we help the utopia receive visitors from outside."
"Everything was beautiful like a dream, but I didn't expect that this dream would end so soon. Even in the last second before it dissipated, I wanted to deceive myself, but it was hard to accept it."
Didn't Zhao Mei understand Qiao Qiudie's feelings? And how could she not understand her feelings?
She originally participated in this program just to get her long-term tasks underway, but from the first meeting, four artists who did not look like artists at all brought her a unique warmth, and made her want to bring equivalent returns to these people.
Even though the system still has no movement, Zhao Mei still has never had a regret, because she knows that this precious memory will turn into gold, forever shining in her memory, and become the most precious gain in her life.
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