But he couldn't reveal the fact that he was looking for bedding for Bai Ye. There were more people staring at Bai Yehei, and maybe it would be rumored that Bai Ye was playing big cards again.
The two of them stood in a stalemate for a while, and the woman who had been on the sidelines understood it, and waved her hand with a smile: "Son, whichever quilt you like, just take it back, Auntie doesn't want money, as long as you take it back before you leave. "
"But... ... "
"It's okay," the woman said, "There are only two people in my family, and I don't need too many bedding, you can pick whatever you want."
It would be even better to get a quilt without spending money, and it happened to gag Zhou Yu's mouth. Qi Xingchen didn't bother to care about Zhou Yu, so he picked the driest one on the bed, and while pulling it down, chatted with the woman, "Aren't you afraid that if I take it away, you won't return it?"
"Don't be afraid, your eyes are clear, and you can see that you are a kind child."
Qi Xingchen blinked his amber eyes, and smiled sheepishly, his pupils were radiant.
The filming assistant covered his heart and muttered, "Damn it... this monkey spirit has started to exude charm again, it must have not hidden its intentions!"
But this time the camera assistant guessed wrong, Qi Xingchen folded the quilt, put it on his shoulders, and asked politely: "Auntie, my name is Qi Xingchen, and my nickname is Xingxing, what do I call you?"
"Call me Aunt Sun." Widow Sun said.
"Okay, Aunt Sun. Thank you for your quilt," Qi Xingchen said, "I can stay here for seven days. If you need help during these seven days, please feel free to ask me. I will cut melons and vegetables, and I will repair light bulbs There are all toilets.”
"Oh, it's so powerful, so good!"
Before Widow Sun finished her meal, Qi Xingchen didn't bother her, thanked her again and left with the quilt on her shoulders.
After taking two steps, he didn't hear anyone following behind him.
He really wanted to go back alone, but the camera was there, so he could only pretend to be united, and looked back at Zhou Yu, "Brother Yu?"
Only then did Zhou Yu get out of the embarrassment just now, pulling a face, the expression was more embarrassing than constipation.
When Qi Xingchen returned to Zeng's house, everyone had finished cleaning the house and was sitting around the living room thinking about what to eat tonight.
Bai Ye was not interested in participating in this kind of chat, and leaned against the window, looking out boredly.
Suddenly, he saw a person sneaking in at the door. The man was carrying a bunch of white things on his shoulders, and he blinked at the big yellow watchdog and made a "shh" gesture.
His deeds are as weird as possible, and he doesn't look like a good person.
Bai Ye was afraid of being burglarized again, so he wanted to go out and have a look. As a result, the man raised his head after discussing with the big yellow dog.
——Slap-sized face, white skin and single eyelids, isn't this Qi Xingchen!
Bai Ye watched helplessly as Qi Xingchen slipped back to the room carrying the quilt, and appeared in the living room five minutes later as if nothing had happened.
"Xing Xing, why did you wipe half of it and run away, where did you go?" Zhang Yunfei asked.
"It's too stuffy in the room, I'll go out to get some air."
"Hey, what's the air?" Zhou Yu sneered, "You obviously went to find a quilt!"
Liu Ziyu was curious: "Looking for a quilt? Why are you looking for a quilt
Zhou Yu let out a "huh", "Squeamish."
Zhou Yu's tone was yin and yang, and everyone present could hear that there was a problem. Luo Qiuman changed the topic in time: "Why don't we go to Lao Zeng's garden and pick some vegetables ourselves?"
Stars seldom have the opportunity to participate in this kind of farmhouse activities, and they happily go back to their rooms to change into trousers suitable for entering the vegetable field.
Bai Ye's eyes fell on Qi Xingchen who was also running towards the house.
With the character of a little fan who doesn't talk about getting hurt, is it possible that she is so delicate that she has to sleep on the quilt
Immediately, he came up with the answer by himself - well, the skin on the back of the little fan is so tender, it is indeed possible.
Now is the time when the vegetables in the first season are ripe, and everyone is having a great time playing. The old Zeng came to ask for dinner, and then he reluctantly went back with the spoils.
The trophies of female stars are basically vegetables such as persimmons and cucumbers, which can be eaten at night. Qi Xingchen was empty-handed, Dama Jindao sat next to Lao Zeng, pouring wine for Lao Zeng while making friends.
Look at that posture, he is closer than his own son and Lao Zeng!
Everyone looked interesting, but Director Zhao and Deputy Li's scalp was numb, and he kept speculating whether the monkey spirit was going to play tricks again.
Fortunately, Qi Xingchen just wanted to understand the situation in the village. During a meal, he thoroughly touched the whole Yangcun. He even knew when the village head's dog eloped with wild dogs.
The houses of Lao Zeng’s house were big, and each house had three or four rooms. This time, the guests finally did not need to divide their rooms.
At night, Qi Xingchen listened intently to the sounds in the yard until only the humming of cicadas remained. Holding the quilt he borrowed during the day, he knocked on the door of Baiye's room.
So when Bai Ye opened the door, what he saw was a tall stack of white quilts, with a small head sticking out from behind the quilts.
The little head said in a breathy voice: "Don't ask, let me in first."
"… Um."
Bai Ye turned sideways to make way for the little head.
Qi Xingchen hugged the quilt and went straight to the single bed. Sure enough, all the quilts were lifted up by the bed owner and piled aside, exposing the hard bed board underneath.
Qi Xingchen laid out the new bedding, clapped his hands and said, "I don't like white bedding, it's like being in a hospital, your blue one looks much better. Bai Ye Brother, can we change it?"
It turned out that the little fan ran out to find the quilt because of him, Bai Ye was stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows: "You have already finished changing."
Qi Xingchen: "..."
Afraid of being discovered by others, he did it as soon as he came in, and he really forgot to ask Bai Ye first.
If people don't want to change it, then isn't he doing bad things out of good intentions
Qi Xingchen was silent for a long while, Bai Ye finally let him go when he saw that he was deflated, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's a coincidence, I happen to like white."
Qi Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, completely relieved.
"Then I'll replace the blue one," Qi Xingchen picked up the replaced quilt, "By the way, don't talk about what happened tonight."
He has been careful since he came in, trying not to make a sound, just to prevent the audience from knowing Bai Ye's faults and avoid being blackmailed.
Bai Ye was also very cooperative, imitating Qi Xingchen and saying in a breathy voice: "Thank you, I won't say it, but—"
He bent his index finger, and tapped Qi Xingchen's forehead lightly, "But there is a camera in our room, have you forgotten?"
As a poor little girl who participated in the show for the first time, Qi Xingchen often forgot the existence of the camera, and fell asleep after turning over depressedly for a long time.
Bai Ye lay on the soft and clean quilt, smelling the unique grassy wind in the countryside, and soon fell asleep.
Early the next morning, the big rooster woke up the sleeping guests.
Director Zhao was crueler than the big rooster. In the courtyard of Zeng's house, he held a loudspeaker in one hand and pulled a middle-aged man with the other, shouting, "Are you all awake?"
"Ah? Oh oh oh," the guests reacted sluggishly, "you're awake."
Director Zhao: "...Okay, then I will announce today's task."
"Standing beside me is Lao Tie, a blacksmith who specializes in making washbasins, water ladles and other daily necessities. Your task today—come, Xiao Li—"
After Xiao Li, the field manager, heard the sound, he drove a small agricultural tricycle slowly out of the carport.
The carriage is filled with all kinds of iron utensils.
"Today, your task is to go to the market with Lao Tie to sell ironware. The more you sell, the higher the level of task completion."
Hearing the unfamiliar term "task completion", Zhou Yu asked, "What's the difference between high and low completion?"
"If the completion rate of the task is less than 50%, it will be treated as a failure of the task. If the completion rate is more than 50%, no deductions or gifts will be given. If it can reach 100%—that is, if it is all sold out, you can get Hidden rewards."
Complete? Sell? Light
This is a big cart of iron tools! How could they all be sold out
There was a lot of complaints in the yard, no matter which one needs daily necessities, it is a big question whether it can sell a tenth of it, let alone half of it!
During everyone's complaints, Qi Xingchen's expression was also not very good. When he chatted with Zeng Er last night, Zeng Er said that the most difficult condition in the village is the blacksmith next door.
It seems to be this old man.
If there is a market for iron tools, the old irons will never be mixed like this.
It can be seen from this that Laotie's goods are definitely harder to sell than imagined.
But no matter how hard it was to sell, they had to go. Under the urging of the program group, everyone put their bags on their backs and set off against the dawn.
There were not many customers in the market, so the old iron drove forward slowly, smiling and said: "It's almost my stall, and my son bought you soybean milk fried dough sticks. It's not expensive, but it's hot. Don't be disgusted! "
Everyone expressed that they didn't dislike it. Maybe two thousand travel funds will be deducted today. It's a free meal.
More than ten meters ahead, the huge word "ironware" came into view. Under the guise of two bamboo poles and a piece of cloth, the stall has already been erected. There were no goods on it, but seven breakfasts.
Behind the booth, a 14-year-old boy was holding a pen, as if he was writing something.
"Uncle Tie," Qi Xingchen frowned immediately, "Your son isn't going to school today?"
"Originally, the teacher has something to do at home, so it's a temporary holiday."
"...a teacher has something to do at home, can't we ask another teacher to take over the class?" Liu Ziyu couldn't figure it out, "Besides, it's impossible to have only one class a day, right?"
"Oh girl, you don't know us! Xiaotie and his school have only one teacher who teaches both Chinese and mathematics. The teacher has something at home, so of course there is no class!"
Liu Ziyu showed a shocked face when he heard the words, but in fact this is the case in many impoverished mountainous areas. Teacher resources are scarce, and one teacher wears several hats.
Not to mention the quality of teaching, if the teacher can't come one day, the whole class will have to be suspended.
"Okay, here we are," Old Tie parked the car in an open space, and jumped out first, "Little Tie, come and call for someone!"
Xiao Tie put down his pen, greeted the guests, and called everyone to have breakfast in a very sensible manner.
Qi Xingchen observed Xiao Tie from the corner of his eye while eating, and saw that he returned to the place just now and continued to write, as he wrote, he wiped the corner of his mouth.
Qi Xingchen said: "Little Tie, come here."
"Brother Xingxing." He came over as promised.
"What to write?"
"Write yesterday's homework."
"Plenum?"
Xiao Tie scratched his head, "I can't understand a few word problems."
"Okay, I'll help you take a look later." Qi Xingchen took out a deep-fried dough stick from his plate, "In exchange for doing the problem, help brother eat this unbearable fried dough stick."
Xiao Tie has a simple and honest personality, and he can't tell the truth from Qi Xingchen's words, so he happily accepts the fried dough sticks.
Qi Xingchen watched him gobble it up, felt relieved and distressed, and brought him soy milk, "Eat slowly, don't choke on it"
While serving the soy milk, he suddenly found that there was an extra fried dough stick on his plate.
He turned his head to look at Bai Ye, who seemed to be eating seriously and didn't see him.
After breakfast was over, Qi Xingchen fulfilled his promise and asked Xiao Tie to bring over the exercise set.
"Practical questions?" Zhou Yu heard Qi Xingchen's words and came over.
"Aren't you an art major?" Zhou Yu squinted at the exercise set in Qi Xingchen's hand, "Do you still know this stuff?"