Pengpeng stopped the harvester, and several people took the feed bags or fertilizer bags prepared in advance and started loading wheat.
The sun was moving, time was passing, and more than an hour passed.
Everyone's cheeks were sunburned, but Chen Muyang looked like nothing was wrong.
There is no wheat left on the two acres of land. Only straw is left lying on the ground, which will serve as fertilizer for the next season's wheat. There are also twenty or thirty bags neatly arranged and full of wheat on the roadside.
"We've finished collecting. Great job everyone!" Teacher He applauded.
"Director, come and inspect it." Pengpeng shouted.
“Once the inspection is completed, we will be done.”
The program director quickly completed the inspection and had the wheat taken away.
"Being debt-free is a relief! Let's go home."
It took about ten minutes to get back to the mushroom house.
"You're back so soon? This job is not difficult." Xu Zheng said as he looked at the people who came back.
Teacher Huang got up and went to the kitchen, and took out the prepared iced mung bean soup from the refrigerator.
"Come, let's have a drink to cool down."
Everyone sat in the pergola, drinking iced mung bean soup, feeling the cool breeze, it was so comfortable.
"Come on, let's add each other on WeChat." Chen Muyang took out his mobile phone and scanned the codes one by one.
"Mu Yang, what was the script you mentioned earlier?" Bald Xu Zheng suddenly remembered something.
"comedy."
"Where's the script?"
"It's still in the process of creation. I guess it will be ready after The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber is broadcast." Chen Muyang said after thinking about it.
"Can you assign me a role?" Pengpeng suddenly said.
"Okay." Chen Muyang nodded.
"Wow, you are so productive." Teacher He said.
......
As a few people were chatting, Teacher Huang walked in and started frying the hot pot base.
The pungent aroma of pepper and numbing spices enveloped the mushroom house like the evening glow.
In the pergola, several people were chatting like corpses.
Night falls.
A sumptuous hot pot dinner was placed on the dining table in the pergola. In addition to the mutton and tripe that Chen Muyang strongly requested, there were many other ingredients.
The spicy and fresh aroma instantly filled the mouth and nose, and several people began to clink glasses.
"Delicious! Spicy, fresh and fragrant." Xu Zheng finished the mutton hot pot and gave a thumbs up.
"Teacher Huang made a really good hot pot base." Chen Muyang rinsed a piece of tripe with his chopsticks.
"Teacher Huang is amazing. It's spicy and fragrant, even more fragrant than the purchased base." Song Zhuer took a bite of the tripe that Chen Muyang made for her.
Pengpeng just kept his head down and ate.
"This is specially prepared for you. You will work in the afternoon to pay off your debts, haha." Teacher Huang said with a smile.
After three rounds of food, we ate to our heart's content.
"Pengpeng, go get the song machine. It's such a great atmosphere, it would be a shame not to sing." Teacher He clapped his hands, and Pengpeng pulled his face away from his bowl.
In the courtyard of the mushroom house, bursts of singing were heard.
"Mu Yang, our program is still missing a theme song. Can you help me? Old Wang is so worried." Teacher Huang pointed at Wang Zhengyu, who had a cold look on his head.
Chen Muyang thought for a moment and asked, "Do you have a guitar?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Lao Wang, bring me a guitar."
Chen Muyang took the guitar, tuned it, and then plucked the strings. Soothing and beautiful music floated in the mushroom house.
“I wake up naturally at 7:30 every morning”
"The wind chimes are ringing and the clouds are light."
“The smell of clothes drying in the sun is very reassuring”
“Everything is soft and peaceful”
......
Teacher Huang squinted his eyes with an intoxicated look on his face and began to shake.
Wang Zhengyu stood backstage, looking at the shocked staff, feeling a little excited as he had finally waited for a theme song.
As expected, it's Chen Muyang!
Soon, the song came to an end.
“This is the most perfect day.”
"Do you want it too?"
“Life can be less complicated”
"Just wasting my time like this, without any worries"
"Only the evening breeze caresses my cheeks"
"One day, we will find her"
A group of people sat in the pergola, the table still smelled of hot pot, and their bodies swayed slightly to the singing.
When the song ended, Chen Muyang smiled slightly.
"It sounds nice. What's the name of this song?" Teacher Huang asked curiously.
"It's called "An Ordinary Day." Chen Muyang blurted out.
"It sounds nice, well written and well sung." Teacher He said while applauding.
In the live broadcast room.
〖Another day when I want to take Brother Mu Yang into the little dark room.〗
〖Fuck, I’m so impressed! He’s worthy of being Brother Yang.〗
"Isn't this the life of hope that we sing about?"
It's almost like it was tailor-made for this show.
Song Zhuer's big eyes were shining, and her gaze wandered over Chen Muyang.
Zi Feng had almost the same expression.
"Muyang, awesome!" Xu Zheng gave Chen Muyang a thumbs up.
"Old Wang, transfer the money!" Teacher Huang shouted at Wang Zhengyu.
Wang Zhengyu laughed out loud as he watched the rapidly rising data in the live broadcast room.
"Old He is right. This kid is really a treasure."
Just then.
"When I was harvesting wheat in the afternoon, I suddenly got an inspiration and decided to sing another song for everyone." Chen Muyang suddenly said.
Teacher He couldn't believe it. Why did you write a song when everyone was harvesting wheat?
"I'd like to give you a song called 'The Wind Blows the Wheat Waves'." Chen Muyang plucked the strings of the piano, and soft and pleasant music sounded.
This beautiful melody made Teacher Huang marvel again. Is it so easy to write a good song?
Before I could think about it, I heard Chen Muyang's voice:
"Surging in the distance under the blue sky"
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