Two hours passed and the pile of mud was rubbed off.
Chen Muyang rubbed more than 300, and the rest of the people rubbed more than 700 in total.
They looked at the mud balls neatly arranged on the ground with proud expressions on their faces, appearing to have a sense of accomplishment.
By the time Song Zhuer had finished planting the seeds, her little hands were stained red.
Chen Muyang stood up, stretched himself a bit, and said with a smile:
"Okay, leave the finishing work to me. Once you're done, we'll go straight to the next one."
"Let me help you."
Then Chen Muyang sprinkled a layer of wood ash on it, and then inserted both ends of the bamboo sticks into the ground to form an arch, and inserted seven or eight in a row.
Finally, cover it with plastic film and press the edges with soil to prevent wind from blowing.
"Old lady, how would you rate the work they did?" He Guangzheng looked at the people who had finished their work and walked up to ask the old lady.
"I give it 100 points! Thank you." The old lady said loudly with a smile.
"Okay, then congratulations on earning five kilograms of crayfish through your own hard work."
"Yeah!" Song Zhuer jumped up.
"Grandma, you're welcome. We're just sitting around doing nothing anyway. Jiji, bring a box of sponsored milk to grandma." Deng Zhao clapped his hands and finished the work with Chen Muyang.
"Let's go to the next one."
…
Chen Muyang didn't expect that the second house was his own.
When I got home, my grandma was waiting at the door. It was obvious that the program crew had communicated with her in advance.
"Hello, grandma, we are here again." Deng Zhao walked forward and greeted her warmly.
"Welcome, welcome. Thank you for taking care of my Muyang." A kind smile bloomed on grandma's face.
"Haha, we don't know anything here, it's Mu Yang who takes care of us." Song Zhuer skipped forward and took her grandmother's hand.
"You are all kind-hearted people. Mu Yang has been an orphan since he was very young. I feel relieved to have friends like you."
"Don't worry, grandma. We are very happy to meet Mu Yang. We are good friends!"
"Grandma, you go and have a rest first, and leave the rest to us." Gao Yuanyuan was so gentle, her words were soft and gentle, like a spring breeze.
Do the same.
As the saying goes, the first time is strange, the second time is familiar, and everyone's speed has increased unprecedentedly.
At this time, an interesting thing happened on Weibo related to Chen Muyang.
The cause of the incident was that Chen Muyang's mobile phone crashed due to too many message notifications at once and became a hot topic.
Funny netizens tagged Mr. Lei one after another: Mr. Lei, please get a mobile phone for my Mu Yang.
Mr. Lei is also a wonderful person. He replied and tagged Chen Muyang immediately: As long as Mr. Chen nods, we will invite him to become the spokesperson for Xiaomi mobile phone. In addition, I will pay out of my own pocket to give Mr. Chen the latest model of Xiaomi 13. The phone has been sent to the program team. Thank you all for your support.
The comments below are all the same: Chen Muyang is making dung balls and has no time (dog head).
The audience in the live broadcast room also launched barrage:
"Brother Muyang, General Lei is going to give you a cell phone!"
〖Hurry and check Weibo, something big is happening!〗
〖Hahaha, they are connected for some unknown reason.〗
〖It should be said that Mr. Lei is generous.〗
Of course, Chen Muyang knew nothing about this, he was now working hard to rub the dung ball.
"Son, why did you come here alone? Why didn't you bring Xiaotong with you?" Deng Zhao asked Lu Han while rubbing the dung ball in his hand.
Old Deng has grown up now and can do two things at the same time.
"She doesn't have any schedule, she's filming." Lu Han was also rubbing the dung ball in his hands, and the more he rubbed it, the more fun it felt.
Everyone has already mastered it.
"Sister Yuanyuan, how are you getting on with the script?" Chen Muyang suddenly remembered that Gao Yuanyuan, with her panda eyes in the morning, must have stayed up late to read the script.
"I haven't finished reading it yet." Gao Yuanyuan had a hint of curiosity in her eyes. How come he could write scripts so well?
"Which role do you think suits you?"
"Zhou Zhiruo."
"Yes, it's tailor-made for me! How could this drama be made?"
"Mu Yang, I want to confirm, did you really write the script yourself?" Yang Xuejian suddenly spoke. She and Gao Yuanyuan read it together.
Some people doubt that such an excellent script could be written by a young man in his twenties.
"Of course!" Chen Muyang nodded affirmatively. Without Mr. Jin in this world, who else could it be except me?
"What script?" Deng Zhao asked, stretching his head.
"It's the book Mu Yang gave me yesterday. It's so wonderfully written. Look at my dark circles under my eyes. I must have stayed up late reading it." Gao Yuanyuan said, pointing at her big eyes.
"Mu Yang, do you want to film it?" As a boss in Jiaxing, Yang Xuejian has always had a good business sense.
"Of course, otherwise why would I take it out?" Chen Muyang nodded. Not only do I want to shoot it, I also want to be Zhang Wuji.
"Okay, we'll talk sometime."
Finally, it was almost twelve o'clock, and the bag of corn was completely stuffed into the mud ball, and the finishing work was done.
"Grandma, how would you rate us based on the work we did?" Song Zhuer said with a smile.
"One hundred points!" Grandma waved her hand and spoke in a louder voice.
"Yeah! Thank you grandma, ouch... damn (automatic mute, beep)." Song Zhuer jumped up again, but this time, it seemed that she stepped on the mixed mud, fell hard on her butt, and sat on a butt full of mud.
"Ahahahaha." A group of people laughed mercilessly.
"Why are you so careless, kid?" Only grandma pulled her up.
"Wow..." Song Zhu'er was in tears.
"Congratulations on completing the task and obtaining five pounds of pork belly." Director He Guangzheng said at the right time.
〖Hahaha, spicy claws are so pitiful.〗
"What are you laughing at? Do you know how much harm squatting can do to a girl? I can't help it either, ahahahahaha."
〖Goddess Yuanyuan is going to film another TV show, looking forward to it.〗
"Let's go back and cook." Chen Muyang clapped his hands and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, I'll bring you food later."
"Don't panic, wait a moment." Grandma walked quickly into the house, and her feet no longer showed the crooked gait she used to have.
"Take this and make some for everyone." When grandma came out, she was holding a piece of bacon in her hand, weighing at least 20 kilograms, enough to eat for a while.
"Okay." Chen Muyang took the bacon, and then stuffed a box of rice, milk, etc. sponsored by the program team into his home. It didn't cost any money anyway.
〖Hahaha, Chen Muyang is such a jerk, the sponsors of this show are the worst!〗
Chen Muyang: Hurry up and deliver the goods. We are out of stock.
"Grandma is so kind! This bacon is so delicious! Slurp it up!"
I don’t have a grandma anymore…
〖Don’t cry upstairs.〗
A few people returned home carrying crayfish and pork belly, and now they smelled a bad odor again, so they quickly went to wash.
"Everyone, go and take a break. Lazha will light the fire and I will cook." The crayfish were saved for dinner and could not be washed now. Everyone was hungry after being busy all morning.
"receive!"
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