When Gu Yang taught them before, she was not teaching them how to harvest rice. After all, harvesting rice is something that can be done with hands. She just told them that the dust on the rice leaves will make the skin itchy, so whether harvesting rice or moving rice, they should try to avoid the rice leaves and start with the rice stalks.
Soon, when the rice was about half harvested, the four members of the Black Group began to feel itchy in their arms and legs, and they couldn't help scratching them with their hands.
Especially the two female stars, Ruan Yan and Tang Qiaoqiao, had delicate skin and soon got a lot of red marks from scratching.
On the other hand, the White Group, thanks to Gu Yang's pre-match guidance, did not get much dust on the rice leaves.
The audience in the live broadcast room also quickly discovered—
[Ah, what's wrong with Yanyan's skin? Is she allergic? ]
[The production crew is simply not human, they actually let my sister do such rough work! ]
[By the way, why is the White Team fine? I suddenly started to have conspiracy theories.]
[This is a conspiracy theory, it really makes me laugh to death, fans of a certain group are ignorant, please don't come out to make fun of them, okay? Didn't someone say before that dust on rice leaves can make people's skin itchy? The white group grabs the rice stalks underneath when they cut rice, and they also hold the rice stalks when they move rice. The black group grabs the rice leaves directly when they cut rice. If they don't feel itchy, who will feel itchy?]
Cao Junning sent Ruan Yan to the shade of a tree on the edge of the field and said, "Yan Yan, you take a rest first. I'll do your part."
Ruan Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, Jun Ning."
Tang Qiaoqiao smiled sweetly at the side: "I really envy Sister Ruan Yan for having a boyfriend like Brother Cao who loves her. Unlike me, I can only do it by myself."
"Qiaoqiao, I'll help you with your share. You go and rest under the shade of the tree first." Wei Yuzhou took the initiative to take over Tang Qiaoqiao's work.
"Thank you, Brother Wei." Tang Qiaoqiao said obediently.
If it were any other time, she would definitely refuse again, but now she really couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to let go immediately and go back to take a shower.
[Zhou Zhou is still so gentlemanly]
[Ah, Yanyan and her brother-in-law are so sweet, they look like a couple, but Ruan Chu still has the nerve to say that she is Cao Junning’s girlfriend, it’s really funny]
But some viewers sneered at the comparison.
[I don't think there's any need to compete. The winners and losers are clear. The black team has no wisdom and no coordination.]
[It’s originally a rural life variety show. If you are really that squeamish, don’t be on the show. If you don’t come here to do farm work, are you going to walk the red carpet? ]
Neither plot of land was large, and the game was over quickly.
The result is obvious, the White Team wins.
When everyone came out of the rice fields, their originally clean clothes were covered with mud, and their feet were covered with mud from walking in the fields.
Director Chen did not let everyone go back immediately, but asked the local farmers invited by the program team to demonstrate to the guests how to thresh rice using the old machines.
The live broadcast room was filled with a bunch of nostalgic comments—
[When I was a kid, there was no rice harvester in the village, so we threshed the rice like this after harvesting it manually. I thought it was fun at the time]
Director Chen, waving a palm leaf fan beside him, said with some nostalgia: "Each grain of the simple rice on the table has been watered with hard work and sweat. Even the autumn harvest is accompanied by countless sweat in the joy.
There are several more processes after harvesting the rice, moving the rice, and threshing the rice to turn the golden rice into the crystal clear rice on the table. "
The live broadcast room was once again filled with bullet comments, this time all of which were: [Cherish Food]
Seeing is believing; no matter how much you say, it is not as good as seeing it with your own eyes.
On the way back, the sun was setting, and the afterglow of the sunset illuminated the surrounding golden rice fields.
(End of this chapter)