Handing the note to Yu Feipeng, the old man pondered for a moment: "This clue is just one word, and we can't tell anything."
Xu Qiao knew that the theme of this episode was poetry, so it had to revolve around poetry. However, there were too many poems about wine, and without other clues to corroborate them, he could not get the answer for now. He had to wait until the other two groups got the clues.
Turning to look at Yu Feipeng, Xu Qiao suggested: "Teacher Yu, let's go around the village and see if we can find anything else?"
Therefore, the audience who were jumping back and forth between the live broadcast rooms of various guests saw that in order to complete the serial tasks of the villagers, the groups of Min Yang and Fan Menghua were running around in a panic, and they were exhausted.
On the other hand, Xu Qiao's group, one old and one young, were taking a leisurely walk in the village.
Fortunately, the old man was in a group with Xu Qiao, so he didn't have to work so hard to complete the task. Otherwise, his old arms and legs would be
Teacher Yu: I don’t like to hear this.
Yu Feipeng felt that they got along well when he first met Xu Qiao. Seeing that Xu Qiao helped the old farmer repair the farm machinery and was a capable man, he liked him even more.
The two walked along the path in the village, chatting casually.
The old man didn't walk fast, and Xu Qiao wasn't in a hurry either, so he slowed down his pace to keep up with him.
"Hey, Xu Qiao, look what that is." A look of surprise suddenly appeared on Grandpa Yu's face, and he patted Xu Qiao's arm.
The cameraman thought he had discovered some clues and quickly turned the camera over.
Xu Qiao looked in the direction he pointed and saw clusters of blue-purple flowers blooming on the unknown weeds on the roadside, which looked a bit like orchids.
"This is?"
"This is called February orchid," the old man said, walking over, squatting, and picking leaves with swift movements. "When we were young, there was not enough food, so we looked for this wild vegetable to eat. You see, both the leaves and the stems can be eaten, and they can be mixed cold or stir-fried. They taste good."
The old man put the picked stems and leaves on the grass and continued, "People nowadays are used to eating big fish and meat, so eating some wild vegetables is the best. I will pick some and bring them back to my wife. She will definitely be happy."
Xu Qiao agreed when he heard it, and thought that he could bring some back for Li Feifei and Mo Chenghong to taste, so he squatted down and started picking.
The portable camera was diligently pointing the lens at an old man and a young boy who were squatting on the ground picking wild vegetables.
If Xu Qiao didn't know how to repair farm machinery, I would really think he was putting on a show.
…
I want to interview the program crew about how they feel.
The program director who was watching the monitor said: I never thought that these two would get together and turn a good traditional Chinese variety show into something about village affairs.
When the two of them had picked almost all the orchids, the cameraman helped find two plastic bags and put the picked February orchids into them.
Xu Qiao helped the old man up. Yu Feipeng thanked him with a smile, but his face changed when he looked behind him.
In the distance, I saw a fat white goose flapping its wings and stretching its neck, rushing towards this side like Godzilla entering the city, and heading straight for Yu Feipeng.
Oh my god! Here comes the poultry king again, the boss in the backyard!
Speaking from experience, if it doesn't like you, it will fly over and chase you until the end of time.
Are these two people picking wild vegetables and infringing on other people's territory
Take the old man away quickly, it's too dangerous
The cameraman was a little panicked, the camera was shaking, and he pulled Yu Feipeng back, fearing that something might happen to the old man.
But the big white goose seemed to have recognized the old man and rushed straight towards him, cackling.
Just when everyone was terrified, Xu Qiao reached out and grabbed the neck of the half-man-high goose, and the goose's cry stopped abruptly.
WTF
... Did you see what just happened
Chokehold warning
Fate has it's throat...
Goose: Who am I? Where am I
The palm of his hand was warm, and the goose's neck was covered with fine down, which felt very comfortable to the touch. Xu Qiao touched it twice with his other hand before letting go of its neck with satisfaction. As soon as he let go, the goose rushed towards the old man again without giving up.
Xu Qiao reached out and grabbed it by the neck again, narrowed his eyes and warned: "Can't you afford to play?"
The big goose struggled to squeeze out two goose calls from its throat.
Xu Qiao let it go, but the goose hesitated, wandered around in the same place, and stretched its neck as if it was still trying to chase.
At this time, an old voice sounded not far away: "Rui Rui, come back."
When the big goose heard the sound, it stopped chasing and turned around, staggering and flapping its wings and running towards the owner of the sound. It then fell into the owner's arms, screaming miserably.
I'm so pissed off.
Hahahaha, this goose is so aggrieved that I am laughing silly
Xu Qiao looked up and saw that the person coming was the old woman he saw at the entrance of the village when he first entered the village. If he guessed correctly, she should be the target of the mission.
Yu Feipeng was still frightened. He recognized the person and asked in a low voice, "Shall we go over and ask?"
Xu Qiao nodded, and the two of them approached the old woman. She was half hunched over, walking slowly in the direction of the goose.
"Sister, do you need any help?" Yu Feipeng asked.
The old woman did not answer, but walked into her own yard and conscientiously played her role according to the requirements of the program team.
Then Xu Qiao and Yu Feipeng saw her take out a small hoe and start digging in a corner of the yard. But after digging for a long time, she didn't see what she was going to plant.
After a long while, the old woman finally sighed and said, "I can't find it anymore. My flower can't be brought back, my Ruirui."
This is probably the hint given by the program team.
flower.
Xu Qiao glanced at the big white goose that was staying beside her obediently and asked, "Auntie, who is Ruirui?"
The old woman said after a long while: "Rui Rui is my son."
"So where is he now?"
The old woman didn't say anything else and just dug the soil with her hoe.
Seeing that they could not ask anything else, Yu Feipeng and Xu Qiao left the yard and ran into Fan Menghua and Ying Wenlin as soon as they came out. Xu Qiao was a little surprised to see them panting and sweating. It seemed that he and Mr. Yu were lucky and did not catch up with any troublesome tasks.
Fan Menghua's eyes lit up when he saw the two of them: "Hey, Teacher Yu, Xu Qiao, have you found any clues?"
She just asked casually, thinking it wouldn't be possible so soon, but unexpectedly Xu Qiao nodded: "Found it."
Fan Menghua choked, panted, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said with resentment: "Then help us. Wenlin and I just helped to fetch water and feed the animals, and we have to go to dry the vegetables later."
With four people working together, the mission progressed much faster. After helping Fan Menghua and Ying Wenlin complete the mission, they got the second clue: a long journey.
Now that both groups have obtained clues, only Min Yang and Hou Yingfan are left.
Min Yang has been very alert since the beginning of the program. He has always behaved well in front of the camera and cannot be faulted. However, this is his first time to record in the countryside, and he is not used to the rural environment.
Feeding the chickens in the coop, weeding, picking vegetables...none of them is easy to do.
Hou Yingfan also likes to act like an elder, and Min Yang's patience with him has long gone, and he is holding his breath. He can't help but complain in his heart: This is different from the traditional Chinese variety show that I imagined, where everyone holds books and chats, brews tea and drinks.
After finally completing the task with Hou Yingfan, when Min Yang saw Xu Qiao and the others looking relaxed, he couldn't help but complain in his heart.
Min Yang seems a little unhappy
I guess I haven't done so much work today.
He teamed up with Hou Yingfan, and both of them were not good at working, so it was difficult.
The enthusiastic villagers provided the six people with a yard, and they sat in the yard and placed the clues they had obtained on the table.
Xu Qiao saw that the clue obtained by Min Yang and his group was: Flowers bloom in the morning and fall in the evening.
Putting the three clues together, Ying Wenlin said, "I don't know if there are any other clues that we haven't found yet."
The production team finally stopped making things difficult for the group and said through the headset, "Congratulations on gathering all the clues. Please guess a poem from the known clues and find what the old lady wants."
Then, an electronically synthesized male voice came from the headphones:
"Poetry is born from labor. In those distant times, in order to improve labor efficiency and forget the hard work, people would make rhythmic sounds with their movements. This is the origin of poetry. Labor is the most glorious. Thank you to the six guests for your hard work today!"
Fan Menghua: “…”
I suspect that the production team is deliberately making things difficult for us, and we have sufficient evidence.
This is different from the traditional Chinese variety show I imagined.
But what you said is true, hahaha, labor is the most glorious
By the way, has anyone guessed the answer? Now all three clues have been revealed.
I can't guess, let's see what they say
Now that all the clues were in place, the six people calmed down and started thinking about the three notes on the table.
Wine, long journeys, morning blossoms and evening withering.
In a variety show, you have to ensure that you get enough screen time, so you have to speak up. Min Yang looked at the other five people and spoke first: "Wine, long journey, does it mean to give people practice? Then what does this morning flowers and evening fall refer to?"
Xu Qiao repeated what he and Yu Feipeng had seen the old woman say and do in the yard.
Min Yang took over Xu Qiao's words and concluded: "It seems that the lady wants to find a kind of flower. Let's think about what flowers meet these three characteristics."
Ying Wenlin thought for a moment and said, "If we are talking about flowers, morning glory, sunflower, lotus, these are all flowers that open in the morning and close in the evening."
Fan Menghua adjusted her hair and expressed her opinion: "Our theme this time is poetry, so this flower must satisfy the imagery represented by these clues."
After that, Fan Menghua smiled and looked at Hou Yingfan, "Teacher Hou, you are the vice president of the Poetry Association. You should be the best at this. What do you think?"
If you knew I wouldn't have spoken up earlier
Hou Yingfan was very annoyed by Fan Menghua's question, and his face was a little embarrassed: "I did think of a few things related to wine and long journeys, such as dogwood, chrysanthemum, and peach blossom, but they don't seem to have much to do with this morning blossom and evening fall?"
Seeing that Yu Feipeng and Xu Qiao were silent, Ying Wenlin asked, "Mr. Yu, Xu Qiao, what do you two think?"
Wine, long journeys, flowers blooming in the morning and falling in the evening. Combined with what the old woman said, the answer is actually very obvious.
Xu Qiao glanced at Yu Feipeng, and the old man smiled and nodded, obviously having thought of the answer.
Yu Feipeng pointed to the clue note with the word "wine" written on it, took out a pen from his pocket, and wrote a poem under the word "wine": Du Kang can relieve boredom.
After writing, he handed the pen to Xu Qiao.
Xu Qiao then wrote: Daylily relieves worries.
There are three clues. The daylily has a short flowering period, and the old woman misses her son and shovels the soil in front of the hall to plant flowers. What we are looking for should be the daylily.
Drinking Du Kang together can relieve a thousand worries, and looking at daylilies together can make you forget a thousand worries.
The small calligraphy on the paper moves freely, the lines are concise and heavy, and full of charm.
When Min Yang saw Xu Qiao's handwriting, his eyebrows twitched.
Xu Qiao guessed daylily
His handwriting is pretty nice.
Do you remember the makeup photo of Xu Qiao in "Liao Jiang"? The official microblog of Xiaokai above said that he wrote it, but I didn't believe it at that time
My mother forced me to learn calligraphy since I was a child, but my regular script is not as good as his.
"Daylily?" Fan Menghua was a little surprised. "Daylily?"
The daylily used in cooking has the scientific name Hemerocallis fulva.
Xu Qiao nodded: "In fact, the program team has already given us a hint. Teacher Fan, the vegetable we are going to dry is day lily. This village should be a day lily planting base. You can see that almost every household has a lot of day lily drying at the door."
Yu Feipeng continued, "President Hou should be clear about the meaning of daylily, let him explain it to everyone."
Hou Yingfan's face looked unhappy. He didn't expect that he, the vice president of the Poetry Association, was not the first to give the answer, but was instead beaten to it by Xu Qiao.
"Daylily is also called forget-me-not, which refers to mother. In the past, mothers would plant daylilies to forget their worries when they were away from home. This flower represents the mother's longing for her and the beautiful hope of forgetting worries. It is a very unique image."
Ying Wenlin suddenly realized: "So the old lady's son is away from home, and she wants us to find daylilies for her to plant? Then what is the poem the program team wants us to guess?"
Xu Qiao replied: "Daylily grows—"
"Daylily grows on the steps of the hall, and the wanderer travels to the ends of the world. The loving mother stays by the hall, but there are no daylilies. It's Meng Jiao's "Poem of a Wandering Son."" Min Yang interrupted him and recited the poem at a slightly faster pace. At the end, he smiled at Xu Qiao, his eyes hinting at pride.
Xu Qiao glanced at him and didn't react.
... It's so rude to interrupt someone else.
Min Yang just didn't hear Xu Qiao speak, so why did he interrupt
He is not good at work, but he is good at interrupting others and trying to attract attention. Anyway, I don't like Min Yang.
I'm just jealous that Min Yang is better than you.
Min Yang didn't know that many people in the barrage had expressed their dissatisfaction with him at this time, and continued: "Before the son left for a long journey, he planted a daylily in the yard. When the mother saw the daylily, it was like seeing her own son."
Fan Menghua looked around and sighed, "But where did this thing come from in this month?"
The weather hasn't warmed up much yet, so it stands to reason that apart from those dried by the villagers, you can't find fresh daylilies.
Xu Qiao looked up and pointed at the plastic greenhouses on the open space not far away.
This village is a base dedicated to growing day lilies, so cold weather is not a problem.
When everyone looked over, they saw a faint patch of golden yellow inside. They had seen it when they got off the bus earlier, but they didn't know what was planted inside at the time. Now they saw that it was probably day lily.
Walking into the greenhouse, there are large patches of bright orange daylilies. On the slender, tender green branches, the petals are as soft as lilies. Looking around, a fresh breath hits you in the face.
Wow, does the undried day lily look so good
Not only can you eat it, but it is also good for viewing.
A few people found a flowerpot and transplanted a plant and sent it to the old lady's house. When they heard the program team announce that the mission was accomplished, they all breathed a sigh of relief.
It’s just that it’s not time to rest yet. The last part of this episode of Guofeng is where the four Guofeng inheritors really come into play.
After completing the previous tasks and successfully getting the answer to "Poem of the Wandering Son", we entered the intense rehearsal period.
The program team set up the venue, a small farmyard, burning incense and boiling tea. At that time, Hou Yingfan talked about "The Poem of the Wandering Son", Yu Feipeng wrote poems and painted, Ying Wenlin played the sanxian as music, and Fan Menghua danced to the music to express the mother's voice.
Xu Qiao and Min Yang acted as spectators.