A hot wind blew towards him, and even though Su Qing didn't move, he was sweating profusely.
On the path in the distance were several young boys and girls riding bicycles.
"The director asked us to take more photos of the harvest, so we have to take some good photos later."
"I can almost smell the rice."
"The air in this countryside is so fresh, and the fragrance of rice is everywhere."
"What's good about it? This road is terrible. I'm sweating all over from riding my bike. My morning makeup was wasted."
"Oh my, why is there cow dung on the side of the road? It's so disgusting."
"Why, your cows still go to the toilet to squat."
"You always argue with me no matter what I say. Do you have a problem with me?"
"I don't have any objections, I just can't stand seeing you being so pretentious. It makes me want to vomit."
"Tang Meilan, what do you mean?"
"Alright, alright, stop arguing, finish filming and go home soon. This sun is so hot it's going to melt you."
The village chief had been waiting at the river mouth for a long time. Seeing several people holding paper and pens, and some holding cameras, he knew they must be reporters, so he went forward to greet them enthusiastically.
"Hello, journalists! I am Village Chief Wang from Water Village. Water Village welcomes everyone."
After saying that, the village chief prepared to shake hands with a few people.
"Okay, okay, we're going to take pictures of the fields that produce thousands of kilograms per mu. After that, we're going to the next village to take pictures of the corn fields piled high like mountains."
The girl holding the camera simply ignored the village chief's outstretched hand.
The village chief wiped his hands on himself awkwardly and said, "It's just in front."
Among the few people, only the boy with glasses nodded, and the others pretended not to see it.
Tang Meilan, who had hurried over, warmly shook the village chief's hand. "Hello, village chief. I'm Tang Meilan, the newspaper editor. I'm the one who wrote the article about Water Village. I might need a little of your time to interview you."
The village chief also shook hands excitedly. "Hello, Comrade Tang Meilan. I will tell you everything I know."
"Okay, thank you for your cooperation, Village Chief. Come on, let's talk while we walk. You guys go take pictures first, and I'll ask about the situation."
The few of them didn't want to have too much dealings with the country people, so they left Tang Meilan alone and left.
"Village chief, I'd like to ask, what is the average yield per mu in the village?"
"About four or five hundred kilograms."
"It's okay, Village Chief. Just speak up. The lowest price reported by the first few villages we visited was 3,000 kilograms. Your price is too low."
The village chief felt ashamed. My goodness, four or five hundred kilograms is not enough. He felt guilty when he said it.
How did the village chief of other villages shout out four or five thousand kilograms?
"Then let's make it three thousand pounds."
"I heard that the water village had a bumper harvest, and the rice in the fields is growing so well that even a person could lie down on it without falling, right?"
This question confused the village chief and he didn't know how to answer.
I could only nod awkwardly.
"Okay, that's all I'll ask. When the time comes, I'll write: Water Village has a bumper rice harvest, with an output of 3,000 kilograms per mu, and the rice fields are big enough for a person to lie down."
The village chief looked at Tang Meilan in disbelief as she wrote down a bunch of non-existent things.
But I couldn't bring myself to say anything in rebuttal.
"Don't worry, Village Chief. I will definitely promote our Water Village and strive to have it awarded the title of Advanced Production Brigade."
The village chief felt uneasy.
"Comrade Tang, I'd like to ask what other villages are saying."
"Ah, I just know the general situation. Qianhu Village wrote that the sweet potato harvest was great, and the yield of one acre of sweet potatoes could feed a family of ten for a year.
The description of Houhu Village is that the cabbage is taller than the house, the leaves can support a boat, and one leaf can be eaten for half a month.
The description of Shuiqu Village is that the corn stalks are taller than the house, and the corn can be used as a bed, and the whole family can lie on it and do somersaults.
The more the village chief listened, the more outrageous it seemed to him. Isn't this just nonsense?
We are all tightening our belts to make ends meet, so how come we have more food than we can eat?
But there is nothing we can do if the reporter wants to write like this.
While the two were talking, the people taking pictures were arguing fiercely in the field.
"Zhou Yue, lie down."
"Why should it be me? I won't lie down. It's so dirty. I'm wearing a new dress today. You can ask someone else to go."
"What we want to shoot is a beautiful person lying in the rice field, and you look the best in the outfit here." Although these words really pleased Zhou Yue, she still didn't want to lie down.
Not to mention that you will get stuck with the grain hair and feel itchy all over.
She was wearing new shoes today and didn't want to go into the fields at all. The fields were so dirty, and some of the wet areas were so muddy.
The next village she was responsible for writing the article for was also where she had to go and interview the village chief.
"Didn't you see my little leather shoes? The fields are all muddy. They're going to be ruined. They cost eighteen yuan a pair."
Hearing this, Tang Meilan rolled her eyes.
"When they call you by name, just lie down and be done with it."
"Don't just talk nonsense. If you can do it, go for it. You're the one who's responsible for writing the Water Village manuscript anyway."
"You knew you were going to the countryside to collect folk songs, but you still wore a skirt and leather shoes. You deserve it."
"Tang Meilan, don't go too far."
"How did I go too far? I was just telling the truth."
The village chief knew that this group of people were very arrogant, so he followed them closely.
When the village chief heard that a pair of shoes cost eighteen yuan, he felt very distressed. How much food could he buy with eighteen yuan?
I’m afraid the babies in the city don’t have feet made of gold, so they need to wear shoes that cost eighteen yuan.
Looking down at my straw sandals, which cost nothing, I can't help but sigh that city people are so lucky. They have enough food to eat, good clothes to wear, and a good life. Unlike me, I am still struggling to make ends meet.
"Stop arguing, finish the shoot quickly and leave. We haven't had lunch yet."
In the end, Zhou Yue lay down reluctantly.
"Are you ready? Shoot faster. I'm going downstairs."
"Wait a minute, can you please smile? Don't have such a sad face. You should feel the joy of a good harvest."
The sun at noon was very scorching, and soon I was sweating all over.
Seeing Zhou Yue's perpetually uneasy expression, the person taking the photo was too lazy to take any more pictures.
If I keep shooting, I'll run out of film.
There are several villages behind waiting to be photographed.
"Tang Meilan, lie down and take a picture for me. Smile happily. At most, you can only take one more picture of the water village, otherwise you won't have any extra film to take pictures of the village behind."
Zhou Yue snorted coldly when she saw Tang Meilan was also called to take photos.
Since I dressed so beautifully, it must be me who was reported, not that country bumpkin Tang Meilan.
Su Qing naturally also saw the so-called journalists.
But she was busy eating and didn't pay much attention.
What I never expected was that I would later have interactions with some of them, and even become enemies with them.
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