After choosing the tools, everyone set off in high spirits while the morning light was warm.
The potato field is not far from the village. The editorial team led the way first, and the guests followed slowly. At the beginning, the road was very wide, and everyone walked side by side talking and laughing. When the road narrowed on the ridge, everyone marched in a single file.
Two cameramen followed up to shoot Song Yu, Zhou Yan walked briskly to follow, took out two boiled eggs from his backpack and handed them to Song Yu, whispering: "Mr. Song, can you eat it, the director said No lunch."
The breakfast of the guests was made by themselves. The five cooked Yangchun noodles and porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. I don't know if it was because it didn't suit our appetite or because of the side effects of the medicine. Song Yu just wanted to eat a few mouthfuls. Last night, because of Tong Shuang's sudden allergy to the noodles with fried sauce, Song Yu only ate one bite, and he didn't eat anything else after the recording.
Zhou Yanqing saw it all. In the morning, when he and the staff had a collective breakfast, he took some food and hid it in his bag for emergencies.
Song Yu glanced down at the two round boiled eggs in Zhou Yanqing's hand, and suddenly remembered the way Zhou Yanqing stood in the crowd and pouted slightly to signal for herself to choose farm tools. He found that the little assistant not only always said something unexpected, but also always did something unbelievable. Of course, it was not annoying, but very interesting.
Seeing that Song Yu didn't speak, Zhou Yanqing moved the egg closer: "Mr. Song, do you want to eat? You didn't even eat two bites for breakfast."
Song Yu had no appetite, but Zhou Yanqing's eyes were so eager that he couldn't bear to refuse, so he nodded: "I'm just hungry."
"Okay, I'll peel it off for you."
Zhou Yan's frowning eyebrows suddenly loosened, and his wet eyes were filled with the autumn morning light.
The end of Song Yu's eyes raised unconsciously, even he didn't realize it.
Peeling off the egg, Zhou Yanqing carefully left the bottom eggshell and held it with his fingers to avoid touching the white and tender egg white with his hands. He carefully handed it to Song Yu: "Teacher Song, you eat first, and I will hold the bamboo basket for you."
Song Yu looked at the white and tender egg that had been peeled in front of him, lowered his head and bit Zhou Yanqing's hand halfway, then continued walking as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Yanqing stood there dumbfounded, silently swallowed his saliva and continued to follow. With his beating heart, he fed the remaining half of the egg, but this time he didn't dare to look at Song Yu again.
After eating the two eggs, Zhou Yanqing handed over the thermos again, and the photographer walking in front of Song Yu couldn't help but take a close-up.
Zhou Yan lightly raised his head to face the camera, suddenly grinned, and said obediently: "Teacher, this part should be cut in the later stage, right?"
Although Zhou Yanqing was sure that this kind of shot would not be cut in the later stage, he still raised his mouth to be on the safe side.
Before the camera teacher had time to answer, the strong wind in front of him stopped, and he joked, "Ha, I got caught for opening a small stove."
Zhou Yan scratched his hair lightly, feeling a little embarrassed, his behavior was really no different from cheating. He searched in the bag, took out the two bean paste bags wrapped in plastic straps, shook them like offering treasures, and said playfully, "Teacher Dafeng, I can give you some."
"Pfft!" Dafeng laughed in front of him.
At the same time, Zhou Yanqing also heard a short chuckle in his ear, and he raised his eyes to meet Song Yu's flying eyes and the corners of his mouth. Zhou Yanqing couldn't tell what kind of feeling he had in his heart, but Zhou Yanqing only felt a little sore in his nasal cavity. From the first day he saw Song Yu until now, this was the first time he saw such a pure smile on Song Yu's face. In order to be polite and deal with that superficial smile, this time he is really smiling.
"What's wrong?" Song Yu asked.
"No, it's nothing." Zhou Yan lightly hugged his backpack to his chest, suppressing his restless heartbeat, and followed silently a step behind.
Soon, the potato fields arrived.
Looking at the green potato vines, the faces of the five people were a little dazed, and Liu Ranyi shouted frankly, "Where are the potatoes?"
Fortunately, the program team invited villagers to teach the five people, and an aunt in her fifties came slowly carrying a double-toothed hoe.
Dafeng was very annoyed: "I won the first place for nothing, so the shovel is not the best to use."
Tong Shuang's face was flushed from the sun, and she spoke with a frustrated face: "Woo, Teacher Dafeng, I am the worst. I can already foresee that my hands are full of blisters."
Jiang Tong, who was standing on the ridge of the field watching, smiled very relieved to see Tong Shuang getting better. Thinking of the frightening accident last night, she walked up to Zhou Yanqing and said softly: "Xiao Zhou, thank you so much yesterday, last night was too messy, I forgot to thank you."
Zhou Yan waved his hand lightly: "It's a small matter, you're welcome, and I didn't help much. Fortunately, Teacher Song responded quickly."
Jiang Tong took a bottle of an expensive-looking energy drink from his bag, stuffed it into Zhou Yanqing's hand, and said meaningfully: "Yes, it's all thanks to Teacher Song."
Zhou Yanqing felt that there was something in Jiang Tong's words, and he politely rejected Jiang Tong's kindness, but Jiang Tong insisted on stuffing the drink into Zhou Yanqing's front pocket of the sweater. The movement was too loud to attract others' attention, so Zhou Yanqing didn't refuse any more, accepted it with a slight smile, and moved to Cheng Qing's side calmly.
The teaching in the potato field was over, and each of the five people divided up an area and began digging potatoes vigorously.
But the ideal is very full and the reality is very skinny. Because of poor tools and inexperience, the potato digging business is not going well.
The potatoes were buried relatively deep, and Tong Shuang's curved scythe was difficult to dig out. With the scythe down, only a shallow layer of yellow mud could be dug up. Liu Ranyi's hand shovel is similar, and because he can only shovel but not dig, it is even more tiring.
Gale’s shovel seemed the biggest and most usable, but the yellow mud was different from the sand pile. In the yellow mud, the shovel had to be used with both hands and feet to get its strength, and he was so tired that he was panting heavily.
The rest of Song Yu and Cheng Peng were good at it because the tools were easy to use, except for cutting holes in potatoes with a hoe from time to time, or going down with a hoe to "divide the body" of potatoes, it was smooth.
Although there were many difficulties, everyone was very motivated. After an hour, they dug three baskets full.
It was already ten o'clock, and after summing up a few people, they decided to rest for ten minutes and then dig for an hour. Then they went to the market in the town and bought lunch in the town.
The sun was still very hot at the end of October, and everyone was sweating profusely and hid under the shade of the trees.
As soon as Song Yu put down his hoe, he saw Zhou Yanqing trotting up to meet him. He glanced at the small folding fan in Zhou Yanqing's hand and wanted to laugh. The little assistant's bag was amazing, as if he could take out whatever he wanted. He couldn't help but said, "Doraemon?"
Zhou Yanqing's ears turned red, and he said shyly, "I brought it if I thought it would be useful..."
Song Yu snorted and patted Zhou Yanqing's arm: "It's pretty good."
With this beat, Zhou Yanqing turned red from his ears to his neck, he handed the folding fan to Song Yu and went to chat with Cheng Qing.
Under the shade of a tree not far away, Jiang Tong pushed Tong Shuang and said in a low voice, "Go quickly."
Tong Shuang was a little reluctant, and said coquettishly: "Sister Tong, this is not good, it really doesn't matter."
"Silly girl, do you think you are really asked to change farm tools? Be good, go quickly."
Tong Shuang couldn't stand Jiang Tong's earnest and sharp eyes, and endured the discomfort in her heart, she slowly walked in front of Song Yu, hesitated for a while and said timidly: "Mr. Song, can I change the farm tools with you? My farm tools are not very good. use."
Although her voice was very soft, everyone within a few meters could hear it. Zhou Yan glanced lightly at the following cameras, and then thought about the small movement of Jiang Tong and Tong Shuang just now, and instantly understood what was going on.
Becoming popular in the entertainment industry is metaphysics, but if you want to become popular with the fastest speed, the lowest cost and the highest success rate, it must be hype. For good and bad, exposure can only be achieved when there is news, and CP speculation is undoubtedly a kind of hype with the lowest risk and the highest return rate.
Song Yu is well-known and famous. If the clip of the two exchanging farm tools is cut into the feature film, it will definitely spark a large-scale discussion. Tong Shuang's company will brainwash passers-by again. No matter whether CP is popular or not, the popularity will definitely be some. If the feature film is not edited, the brokerage company uses the relationship to get the material and hype it themselves, then it will serve multiple purposes.
You don’t need to ask Zhou Yanqing to know that Song Yu will not be willing to fry these things. Just as he was about to ask Dafeng to help out, Song Yu said slowly: "No, you can just pick up potatoes later. Your piece of land I'll help you dig."
Song Yu's answer was decent, polite and very gentlemanly. Tong Shuang was so embarrassed that she couldn't bear it. She forced the smile on her face and said softly: "Okay, okay, thank you Teacher Song."
Song Yu nodded and didn't say anything. He had seen this kind of routine a lot in his previous life and was used to it.
Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. He did not forget his job responsibilities. He sent a message to tell Meng Shiping about the matter, and the other party quickly replied, "I will handle it."
After the break, they continued to dig for an hour. Finally, they dug up five boxes of potatoes, and another box of "crooked melons and dates" that had been dug up. They were edible, but they definitely couldn't be sold.
Gale suggested: "Let's take this basket of spoiled ones home and have a whole potato feast tonight."
Cheng Peng objected: "There are too many. We can't eat all the potatoes. Even if we eat all the potatoes, we can't finish them. Take some and give the rest to the villagers."
Song Yu thought for a while, and suggested: "Save some for dinner, and take the rest to the market. These bad ones will be used for a buy one get one free event, which should have an effect."
Liu Ranyi couldn't help applauding: "Teacher Song is so smart. Although these bad ones are not good-looking, they can still be eaten. No matter how bad they are, they should be fine for feeding pigs."
Others agreed, only Cheng Peng snorted coldly, noncommittal.
Borrowing an electric tricycle from the villagers, the group hurried to the market in the town.