After returning home and tidying up, it was already twelve o'clock, and Chen Muyang started to make lunch.
Smoke rises slowly, the fragrance lingers, and exquisite dishes are served on the table.
Several people started their sumptuous lunch. The coal balls were spinning under the table, and they were drooling in anticipation of some meat falling down.
"Brother Zhao, we have to go and see if the rice has sprouted. We need to open it up a bit to let some air in." After dinner, Chen Muyang remembered the seeds that had been sown for several days.
"Okay, I'll go and take a look later. I can go alone." Deng Zhao teased Meiqiu without raising his head.
At this moment, the sound of a car engine came from far away and finally stopped outside the yard.
"Are you all here?" It was the owner of a shop selling decoration materials, and he brought a middle-aged man with him.
"Boss, you're here so soon. Please sit down." Chen Muyang stood up to greet the boss.
"Don't sit down. Finish your work early and go home early." The boss waved his hand.
"Okay, boss, come with me." Chen Muyang took the boss to the bathroom.
A bathroom of less than ten square meters can be cleaned up by two people in an afternoon.
"Okay, no problem, leave it to us!" said the boss.
"Okay, if you need anything, just call us."
Yang Xuejian, Gao Yuanyuan, and Song Zhuer studied the script when they had nothing to do.
"Mu Yang, do you think Zhou Zhiruo loved Zhang Wuji?" Gao Yuanyuan suddenly raised her head from the script and asked.
Chen Muyang was stunned for a moment, then said, "She definitely loved him before, but she wasn't good at expressing her feelings. Besides, there was Nun Miejue and Zhao Min in between. All these factors led to their opposition."
"Then tell me, who does Zhang Wuji love more among Yang Buhui, Zhu'er, Xiaozhao, Zhao Min, Zhou Zhiruo?" Yang Xuejian asked with half-closed eyes.
"Although everyone has emotional entanglements with Zhang Wuji, it is not difficult to see from Zhang Wuji's choice that he loves Zhao Min more." Chen Muyang blurted out.
"Bah, scumbag!" Yang Xuejian rolled her eyes.
"La Zhua, you better be careful when you play Zhao Min, or someone will eat you to the bone."
Song Zhuer blushed, like a child whose thoughts were guessed, and she was a little afraid to look at Chen Muyang.
"Sister Xuejian, which role do you want to play? You don't want to play Miejue, do you? Who can resist such a beautiful nun?" Chen Muyang said with a wicked smile.
"Get out! You are the one who plays Mie Jue. I have never played a villain before. I want to try the role of Ding Minjun." Yang Xuejian glanced at Chen Muyang and then said seriously.
"You can give it a try. Let the other female characters be featured."
They were chatting animatedly, but the live broadcast room was a little confused because the photographer happened to capture the script.
What are they talking about? They seem so impressive.
Is this the script written by Brother Yang?
"I know. I guess Zhou Zhiruo must be a woman."
"Nonsense, I guess Zhang Wuji is still a man."
"The name Miejue Nun Tai sounds quite cruel."
"Muyang, the seedlings have grown three centimeters tall." Deng Zhao went to the field to check on the seedlings.
"Then we can plant rice in a few days."
"By the way, Brother Zhao, which role do you want?" Chen Muyang asked.
"How about I try Hunyuan Pili Hand Cheng Kun?" Deng Zhao said after thinking for a while.
Chen Muyang nodded, "Then Brother Ji will play Song Qingshu."
"We have decided on a few of us, sister, the others should quickly find someone to look for."
"Okay, okay, I'll do all the dirty and tiring work." Yang Xue rolled her eyes and said coquettishly.
What kind of a skill is Hunyuan Pili Hand?
〖Can it be as powerful as my Lightning Five Whips?〗
〖It sounds amazing!〗
〖What’s the matter with being somewhat expectant?〗
"La Zha, let's go and water the vegetable garden." Chen Muyang had to move away awkwardly, fearing that he would be beaten.
Coal Ball also ran behind, but ended up falling into the ditch and couldn't climb out.
A few hours passed as we joked and joked around. The work on the bathroom was finally finished and it looked much brighter inside.
"Young man, come and check it out." The boss turned on the electricity inside and then installed the ceiling.
"Come, take a look, do you like it?" Chen Muyang walked towards the bathroom.
The whole body is covered with off-white tiles, the walls are covered with 1.5 meters high, there is a bathroom heater on the ceiling, and an electric water heater is installed on the wall.
"It's fine, these conditions." Although there is no big bathtub, these conditions are pretty good in the countryside.
"Okay, boss, you did a good job." Deng Zhao gave a thumbs up.
"Sister Yuanyuan, pay the boss. We agreed on 6,000."
After paying the bill, the boss seemed to have something to say but hesitated.
"Boss, is there anything else?" Chen Muyang asked.
"There is one thing. I have a relative who passed away at the age of 112. It was a happy funeral, and his descendants wanted to send him off to the mountain with great fanfare."
"We're going to send it up the mountain tomorrow, and we'd like to hire some musicians to liven things up. I'm thinking you're all big names, so you'd definitely be able to do it. Would you be willing to take on this job?"
"The host family has no shortage of money, as long as it's lively."
Yang Xuejian, Gao Yuanyuan and others widened their eyes. Could they do this job?
Although Chen Muyang was a little surprised, he also felt that life and death were both important events in life, and there was nothing wrong in organizing one.
"What is a sounding instrument?" Cai Ji asked. He had heard of famous weapons, hidden weapons, and precious weapons, but he had never heard of a sounding instrument.
"Musical instruments include gongs, drums, suona, and mourning music. The mourning music has already been done, so all you have to do is to make it lively and send it up the mountain."
"Besides, you don't have to prepare anything. I will give you a red envelope afterwards. It's okay if you don't accept it." The boss was just trying his luck. He really wanted the relative to leave in a dignified and lively manner.
That's why he said it hesitantly. If it is possible, that would be great.
"But none of us probably knows how to play the suona, right?" Song Zhuer looked around and said uncertainly.
"Boss, I know. I understand what you mean. Let's form a team, right?" Chen Muyang thought of the system reward for suona mastery. Wouldn't that come in handy? (*?????*)? ???
"Yes, all you have to do is perform. Afterwards, you can eat the big pot of food and get red envelopes."
"Okay, boss, we'll take it." Chen Muyang made the final decision. We can play the suona too!
"Mu Yang, don't do anything rash. Do you really know how to play the suona?" Yang Xue saw the fox's eyes glaring at her. This was no joke. The main thing was that she signed the contract but he disagreed. How could he take this kind of job?
The others also looked at him with surprise.
"Don't worry, I really can do it." Chen Muyang waved his hand.
After agreeing on a time with the boss, at nine o'clock tomorrow morning, they would officially send people up the mountain. Chen Muyang was asked to arrive early, and then the boss left.
Is there any other program like this in this show?
〖112 years old, really long-lived, no wonder they had a happy funeral.〗
"Maybe it's the funeral custom here."
"I want to see it tomorrow."
The audience in the live broadcast room were also discussing, marveling at the old man’s advanced age, and looking forward to Chen Muyang and others’ performance tomorrow.
Seeing Chen Muyang's indifferent expression, Deng Zhao and Yang Xue were very worried.
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