No one answered. Feng Rui looked back at Lao Cui. Lao Cui's face was expressionless and he had no instructions. He looked at Huo Jinjun again. Both the fellow sufferers had no idea, so he had to push the door open and enter.
Huo Jinjun looked at the dilapidated bungalow and estimated that the total area of the bedroom plus a lobby in the middle, a built-in kitchen, a toilet and a pig and sheep pen would not exceed 100 square meters, which was pitifully small.
Feeding the chickens is easy. Just grab a handful of corns and chaff and let them roam outside. The third aunt said that the chickens will return to their cages by themselves before dark.
Really unable to communicate, the two finally determined that the directors were serious, so they had to search the house for food.
Feng Rui sighed: "What on earth are we doing here?"
"Did they have a good time yesterday?"
After searching out all the prohibited items, Lao Cui asked people to bring in cardboard boxes, seal them, and return them to them after the filming was completed.
Yang An came over with a dead expression: "You can try to see if you can survive. By the way, you can't receive 4G signals here. You have to go to the top of the mountain or go to the town to make a call, so your electronic products are useless. use."
Fortunately, he was waiting for a smaller girl, maybe less than ten years old, only about 1.3 meters tall, which was much shorter than his 1.8-meter handsome boy, but the girl was obviously at home. Feng Rui, who had worked before, asked her to help with the cooking. She actually made it, rolling out the dough and stewing it. Two hours later, the two of them devoured the food, struggling to get through the first day.
The two teenagers got out of the car with their luggage in confusion. The director team followed, and Lao Cui personally stepped in and introduced: "You will live here!"
Huo Jinjun looked disgusted and fanned his nose: "Hey, you don't mind the smell? The sheep pen is so smelly, and you still go to the pig pen..."
Huo Jinjun, the second-generation rich man, was wearing an open-chest V-neck and wealthy gold sunglasses, acting like I am handsome so I am there, and the two teenagers still had time to chat.
Huo Jinjun reluctantly handed over his mobile phone and tablet, and also put the power bank in a bag and handed it over. Next came food.
The tricycle driver stopped at the end of a gravel road, pointed to an old house and said, "Here we are!"
At first, the program team told them that they would be filming in Langzi Village. Everyone thought it didn't matter. They said it was from Jiangxu, which is a big city with very good economic conditions. It ranks among the top 50 in the country. Even if it is worse in rural areas, it will not happen. How bad is it
Huo Jinjun's suitcase is very messy. He packed it all by himself without any rules. He packed whatever he thought of and a lot of space was not used, especially the shoes. Not to mention the shoe covers, the soles of the shoes were still worn with clean shoes. Clothes, a lot of things in the box are impractical.
Huo Jinjun came over and said, "Feng Rui, do you really plan to feed the pigs every day?"
"What! Didn't we agree to go together?"
"You can't be hungry, right?" Hawking stepped closer to the cameraman. The cameraman didn't move at all and gave him a close-up shot.
The food in the mountains is really poor, with bunches of corn being the most abundant, but these are basically dried in the sun. Feng Rui and Huo Jinjun don’t know if people can eat them. They only know that the third aunt asked them to feed the chickens just now. !
When Huo Jinjun refused, he found Yang An and shouted loudly: "Brother Yang, why do you want to collect your mobile phone? I can't live without a mobile phone!"
Feng Rui knocked on the wooden door and asked loudly: "Is anyone at home?"
The director team had a request. From now on, neither Feng Rui nor Huo Jinjun were allowed to ride in the car. The one that took them into the village was a small three-wheeler. The two of them sat in the back car with their luggage and leaned against each other.
Next, the first problem for the two came. How to solve today's dinner
The two children who had set off early were worried on the winding mountain road. They sat in the car for 6 hours and were tortured by the winding mountain road until they almost vomited. Finally, they arrived at the road convergence point in Langzi Village.
"Longkou Town is just ahead. We will live here for half a month. Every day you can see video clips of the children, but you cannot contact them, let alone help them." The director team informed.
The program team was like this, completely unaccommodating. They said that living in the town, the three of them had to be obedient, but when they learned that Yang An would follow them and live in the village, everyone felt better.
The pigsty was not big, just a few square meters. It was built next to the toilet. A pig weighing about sixty or seventy pounds was lying down and groaning. There was a smell in the air. Feng Rui frowned and blocked his nose with his clothes, while Huo Jinjun stood Five meters away, he didn't even want to take a look.
Facing the three people's eager inquiries, Yang An's expression was particularly serious, and he suddenly sighed: "You will never imagine what happened. Really, it is even beyond my imagination. Maybe, we are all wrong!"
"How is this possible! Feng Rui has no ability to take care of himself at all, how can he take care of himself?"
Feeding sheep is easy, but feeding pigs is difficult!
Feng Rui was about to collapse, and Huo Jinjun didn't even have the courage to follow him.
The third aunt said: "Zhang Juan and her parents are out. You can live here in this room. It doesn't matter. But you are responsible for feeding the chickens, sheep, and pigs. Come here and I will tell you how to feed them." "
The highest altitude of Longshan is 980 meters. Langzi Village is located in an area above 750 meters and is built among the mountains.
"Is it cold to sleep in the mountains?"
The two opened their respective suitcases. Feng Rui's suitcase was filled with food, instant noodles, ham sausages, biscuits, chocolate, and drinks. , there were wallets, mobile phones and other things in the backpack, all of which were confiscated and not a single one was left.
In the main room was the Eight Immortals Table. There was basically no furniture, just four stacked stools and two squeaky bamboo chairs. The two of them visited the kitchen, the water tank, and the old-fashioned clay stove made of mixed bricks. There were iron pots, a few porcelain bowls, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. The house must have been open and occupied.
Under the sunlight, the tricycle was driving bumpily on the gravel road. The literary young man Feng Rui, wearing his own hand-painted T-shirt, leaned against the suitcase and looked up at the sky.
"Hey! A country house!" Huo Jinjun encouraged himself and followed Feng Rui inside.
"Have you eaten? Are you still getting used to it?"
It has been more than 8 hours since we went out in the morning. It is around three o'clock in the afternoon. It is obviously summer, but the temperature in the mountains is not high. Even if there is not much shade, it is not hot at all. In the eyes of these two boys , this is totally a vacation!
Lao Cui said from the side: "That's a good question. Now please hand over all the ideas, products, food you brought, and cash."
The three of them were anxious, but the director could not be accommodating: "I'm sorry, this is a rule."
Unexpectedly, what we saw turned out to be like this, with barren mountains and dilapidated mountain roads. We haven’t reached Longshan Town yet. If we want to go to Langzi Village, we have to drive for another 4 hours into the mountains. Everyone’s heart feels cold. .
After gesturing and groping, the two of them roughly guessed: "Oh, Third Aunt..."
Lao Cui said: "This is a rule. From now on, you must cut off contact with your original life and truly integrate into rural life."
The third aunt gave the order very quickly. She was leaving. The mountain people were very busy. Huo Jinjun refused to come over to help listen. Feng Rui really couldn't understand these dialects by himself, so he had to take out his mobile phone to record and confirm it several times by himself. Be prepared to write it down later.
The best thing to feed pigs in the countryside is leftovers, rotten vegetable leaves and the like. The third aunt considered that the two little kids had never done this before and was afraid that the pigs would starve to death, so she decided to come every two days, but the pig feeding was It still depends on two people to deliver things at regular intervals.
Huo Jinjun pushed up his sunglasses proudly: "I just treat it as a vacation anyway!"
Feng Rui asked: "Otherwise?"
"Brother Yang, come and sit too!" Huo Jinjun waved to the back deliberately. The director team did not accept this trick. Yang An and the others were all sitting in the filming vehicle, and most of the machines had been sent to Langzi Village in advance for arrangement. Okay, this time it’s just the people following the photo.
After half an hour of jolting, the two finally saw the sparse villages built along the mountain road.
After the others left, Feng Rui suddenly felt inexplicable panic. There wasn't even an adult here? How could their two children do so many things well
The villagers make a living by growing rice and vegetables on the terraces, and collecting delicacies from the mountains and selling them. They cannot make a fortune and starve to death. Many locals live here all their lives. Even foreigners who marry here will never go out. The furthest distance is 20 In the town outside Li Di, there is a typical living situation of mountain people.
The sun would not set for another hour, so Feng Rui had an idea and left his house, standing on the roadside waiting for other villagers to go home.
The two were confused. Huo Jinjun looked wary: "Why?"
At noon the next day, Yang An came out of Langzi Village and came to the town with the video materials of the first day. He met the three parents who had been worried all night.
"Aren't we going to the countryside?"
"What are you eating?" Huo Jinjun asked the director, but he only shook his head and remained silent.
Feng Rui was a little excited, pointing to the sky and saying: "Look at this environment, it's so original! When will Zhongjing see such a blue sky and such white clouds?"
Yang An ignored him. This kind of brat, the more good looks he gave him, the more embarrassed he became. When he entered the village, Yang An would live in a temporary residence provided by the village committee, far away from these two boys.
The poverty of Langzi Village is mainly due to its isolation. In the past when economic development was carried out, there was always a saying that if you want to get rich, you must first build roads. Langzi Village is due to inconvenient transportation and frequent landslides and landslides that destroy roads, so it has not been able to get government approval for many years. Allocating funds to build roads was too far and too deep, and it was not cost-effective to build roads for these hundreds of mountain residents, so it was delayed again and again, until it reached this point.
Someone pushed the door open and came in. It was a simple aunt from the mountain area. She spoke a local dialect and explained to the two of them: "I am Zhang Juan's third aunt, third aunt..."
Squeak!
The third aunt said that this pig is the life of this family. Whether you can eat pork during the Chinese New Year depends on whether you feed it well this year and take care of it carefully.
Looking at the bedroom, there was only one bed, and there were bedding, but there was no mosquito net, no duvet, no rubber memory pillow, nothing. In the eyes of the two teenagers, it was just a place where they could barely rest.
The directors were very cruel. Without saying a word, they just watched the two teenagers wandering around the kitchen, looking for food in the room, looking everywhere, complaining, losing their temper, feeling aggrieved. They didn't interfere in anything, just like invisible men.