Chapter 85: Don’t Hit the Cub
Each group of guests arrived at a different time, and the program team did not set a specific time, only saying that they had to arrive before 5pm. Xie Luoshu was considered to have arrived early.
It's mainly Yanyan. Not to mention children, even adults won't want to study if they relax.
Yanyan had been taking tutoring classes before, and she didn’t go out to play much. Later, Xie Luoshu took her son to the Kids’ Club, and after arriving at Ye Wenliu’s house, he took Yanyan out to play every day, playing all the games that he hadn’t played in the past two years.
Actually, kindergarten is not bad. You can learn new knowledge and play with other children every day. But you still have to do homework every day. Which child likes to do homework? Even adults don’t like it!
Not to mention the exams, Yanyan heard from sister Xixi that if she didn't do well in the exams, her parents would spank her. Yanyan covered her butt with her short hands, "No! You can't spank me!"
So Yanyan didn't like going to kindergarten after a few days. When Xie Luoshu said he was going to the baby center, he was very happy. Baby, you are going out to play~
Yanyan told Xie Luoshu that she wanted to go there earlier. Xie Luoshu agreed and bought a ticket for the morning. She also told the director team in advance, but they just said they knew.
The village chief's wife's cooking skills are really good.
Authentic braised field fish has a rich and mellow taste. The skin of the braised field fish is slightly burnt and bright red. The fish meat is fresh and firm. After being stewed in the braised soup, it fully absorbs the rich sauce. When you eat it, you can first feel the salty freshness of the sauce, and then the freshness of the fish meat itself spreads on the tip of your tongue. The unique freshness of field fish is different from river fish or sea fish. It carries a fresh breath of the field, which is endless.
Moreover, the firewood is used in the countryside, and with that big pot, the taste is different! And with the firewood rice, a kid can finish a whole bowl of rice!
Xie Luoshu was surprised. Although it was only a small bowl, he ate more than before. He was still chewing the hot pot after finishing it. Xie Luoshu knew that Yanyan was a little foodie and could eat a lot, but he was still afraid that Yanyan would eat too much.
"It's normal for a child to eat this." The village head's wife said with a smile, "This is the first time you're eating firewood rice. Rice cooked in a rice cooker can't compare to this. Many city dwellers eat a lot the first time they eat firewood rice."
What he said was true. Xie Luoshu felt that his appetite was too big, but there was nothing he could do about it. Rice cooked over firewood was really delicious.
The rice grains are full and slightly oily on the surface. They are soft and chewy. The golden brown crust at the bottom of the pot is the essence of the dish. It has the unique aroma of charcoal fire, and makes a "crunching" sound when you bite it. The crispy taste becomes more fragrant the more you chew it.
Xie Luoshu asked in the group, Bai Xueling and Liu Ruotong set out, and Zou Jiayan estimated that he would arrive on time. Wen Mingyuan said nothing.
Anyway, it was still early, so Xie Luoshu wanted to take Yanyan for a walk. The air in the countryside was fresh, and it was also a good place to help digestion.
After helping the village head and his wife tidy up the table, Xie Luoshu took Yanyan out for a walk.
It is now the time for autumn harvest. In the fields, wheat waves roll, and the heavy golden rice ears sway gently in the breeze, creating layers of golden ripples. On the corn stalks, the full corn cobs look like fat babies, wrapped in layers of green clothes, revealing rows of neat golden teeth.
Xie Luoshu and Yanyan had seen this scene before. They looked left and right, and found everything they saw curious.
Everyone in the village knows that someone is going to record a show in the village in the next two days. This is a good thing! They are on TV! And the village chief also said that there will be many fans coming to check in and they can also do a live broadcast? Everyone doesn't quite understand what it means or how to do it, anyway, they have to be polite and say that it can drive economic development.
As soon as I saw the two people, I knew they were from other places, and they brought a photographer with them, so it was almost certain.
So everyone came to greet them, and some of them were so enthusiastic that they broke off a corn and stuffed it into Xie Luoshu's mouth.
This is too enthusiastic. However, the villagers were so kind, so Xie Luoshu accepted it: "Thank you!"
"Young man, I heard that you came to the city to record a program?" Several aunts in their forties were sitting nearby, picking beans.
"Yes." Xie Luoshu nodded, "Let's record a variety show for kids."
"I heard that you guys can do some kind of live broadcast." Auntie said, "I heard that live broadcast can make money. Yingzi's eldest daughter does live broadcast and makes tens of thousands a day."
"That depends on the person." Xie Luoshu also knew that live streaming was very popular now. Those who got to the top could make tens of thousands a day, let alone tens of millions a night. "Of course, if you have the ability, you can make money."
"That's right." An auntie noticed the photographer behind Xie Luoshu and asked, "Is this a live broadcast?"
When the aunties heard this, they all sat up straight. Just kidding, this is going to be on TV, of course we can't embarrass ourselves!
"No." Xie Luoshu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I just filmed it and went back to edit it. The live broadcast will have to wait until 5pm."
"Is that so?" The aunties relaxed again, "It's okay, just cut our hair when the time comes."
"Oh, you know this too~" the aunt next to her joked.
"Of course." Auntie smiled. "I watch TV often. Many stars said they wanted to cut their scenes, but they were released later."
"Oh, you won't let us out, will you?" asked the aunt next to her.
"No." The auntie looked very knowledgeable. "We are just ordinary people. How can we be the same as celebrities? Celebrities are good-looking and have traffic. We have nothing."
"You're right." An auntie said unhappily, "I was a pretty girl in the village back then~"
[Is live streaming profitable? Hundreds of thousands a day!]
[A few tens of thousands is considered a small anchor. A big anchor who sells goods must make hundreds of millions a day.]
[It took a lot of hard work. When I first started live streaming, I didn’t have much traffic, and I was live streaming for more than ten hours a day. It was only later that it slowly started to grow, and you have to persevere. There were only a few of my group who persevered.]
[Alas, we are all just cattle and horses.]
[Aunties are so interesting!]
[It’s as if I saw me and my best friend, who can chat for a long time about the smallest thing.]
[It's so comfortable, just sitting here leisurely, chatting and doing some work.]
[The aunties are so understanding, it made me laugh so hard, they cut it for me, hahaha.]
[Xie thought it was a recorded broadcast. Right. I remember the photographer didn’t say when the live broadcast would start. Maybe Xie thought it would start after we gathered at 5 o’clock.]
[The scenery here is beautiful, the golden color is so comfortable to look at!]
[Since the other guests are not here, let’s go to Xie Luoshu’s live studio.]
[Just to add to the excitement, I heard it was Mr. Gu’s wife. The more I read about the Gu family’s gossip, the more shocking it is. Mr. Gu is in trouble.]
[It turns out they are the same group of people, hahaha! I am so happy to see that Xie Ge and his friends are doing well! The Gu family group should get out of here quickly.]
[Did Xie Luoshu come here so early on purpose? Is it because he came earlier so that he could live stream and attract more viewers?]
[They don’t know about live streaming.]
[Don't bother with provoking a fight.]
[Brother Yuan is coming! Yeah! Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan, Brother Yuan!]
[It’s not like Wen Mingyuan’s live broadcast room is not open? Why do you have to go to his live broadcast room to get in on the fun? Haven’t you figured out what kind of person Wen Mingyuan is?]
When the car arrived, Wen Mingyuan wanted the driver to drive in, but the driver refused.
"It's not easy to drive in. It's hard to turn back once you drive in." The driver said, "This place is not far from the village entrance. It's just a few steps away."
Wen Mingyuan refused to give in. Why should they get off here when they could drive in?
The driver was speechless. It was explained so clearly... You don't have to pay for the gas. The production team had agreed to stop here. And in this season, the road is probably full of sun-dried trees or other things. He also had to be careful not to run over it.
There is a road in the village, but it is only built on the original foundation. There is only one main road, and it is difficult to turn around when driving in. If you can't lift the things you load onto the road, you may end up damaging other people's cars or even your own car.
"Your director said to stop here." The driver explained to Wen Mingyuan for a long time, but Wen Mingyuan still insisted on driving in. The driver got angry and took their luggage out, "Get out."
Wen Mingyuan's face turned pale, and he had no choice but to take Fangfang out of the car. After the driver drove away, Wen Mingyuan scolded the driver several times.
Then he met the photographer's indescribable expression: "What are you looking at? You're just a poor worker."
The cameraman was scolded for no reason and was a little angry, but he had to endure it because he was still working. He just wanted to tell Wen Mingyuan that it was a live broadcast, but what happened? Let him think it was just recording footage.
[Ah, this is... too much, isn't it? Swearing so dirty?]
[The driver was at fault first. He was unwilling to drive such a short distance. Did he not pay enough?]
[Wen Mingyuan and his fans really go in both directions! And they both only listen to what they want to hear. It was as if they didn’t hear anything the driver said.]
[The driver was driving for someone else, so what if the passenger made some requests? He still got angry. I am really impressed!]
[A request? You don’t pay for the extra gas, you don’t pay for the car fare, and you don’t pay for the repairs if the car is scratched. Why should I meet your request?]
[Forget it, forget it. Wen Mingyuan and his fans are just like him. It’s hard to explain. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the driver did nothing wrong. The director originally said to stop here.]
[Family members, the difference is obvious with this comparison.]
[You're still scolding the photographer? It's an unprovoked disaster.]
[What kind of part-time job is that? Actors are also employees of the company, right? You don’t work for the company? What? Stars are superior to others.]
[Nonsense? Our Yuan Ge has a lot of traffic.]
[Stop fooling yourself. How many people are there in Wen Mingyuan's super chat?]
[That’s right, our Yan Yanzi broke through one million in just a few days.]
[Get lost! Put on black powder! Take Yanyan away without a date.]
Wen Mingyuan led Fang Fang into the village. The smell of ginkgo nuts turned him off. He pinched his nose and said with disgust, "What a terrible smell!"
Wen Mingyuan walked straight ahead without paying attention to Fang Fang behind him. Fang Fang had gotten used to it after a few weeks. He dragged his suitcase and walked slowly on the fallen leaves. It wasn't that Fang Fang didn't want to walk faster, but that he couldn't walk fast.
With Xie Luoshu's precedent, the villagers were also very enthusiastic: "Young man, come and film the show, right? The village chief's house is in front."
Wen Mingyuan frowned as he looked at the old man in front of him.
The old man knew that the first meeting would involve a handshake, so he wiped his hand and then extended it. The skin on the back of his hand was like rough sandpaper, with wrinkles running vertically and horizontally. His fingers were thick and bony, and the knuckles were deformed and red from long-term labor. His nails were yellowed from years of contact with soil and rice stalks, and the cracks between his nails were deeply embedded with black soil.