From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 409 Hail
In the early morning, the Minjiang River was shrouded in richness, and the weather did not seem to be very good, gloomy. Teacher Huang woke up at dawn, got up alone and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

A pot of soy milk, deep-fried small fritters, served with some pickles, the taste and nutrition are not lacking, the fire under the cauldron is booming, Mr. Huang has time to wash up, and let out the colorful lights in the backyard.

"Mr. Huang, good morning~"

Mrs. He was wearing floral shorts and short-sleeved flip flops, rubbing his eyes, and walked out of the mushroom house to brush his teeth while he was half asleep.

"Jing~ Are they up yet?"

"Du Hezhangyi woke up, Xiaoxuan and Pengpeng are still sleeping, Mr. Huang, what did you cook for breakfast?"

Mr. He shivered when he went out, his nostrils were filled with the smell of soil, the dense fog was hazy, and the trees outside the yard could not be seen clearly.

"A lot of fog."

"Wake them up, I think the weather is not right today, help the villagers harvest the wheat as soon as possible."

Mature wheat is most afraid of soaking in water. If it rains today, the recovered wheat is likely to be moldy or even germinate, no matter what kind it is, it cannot be eaten.

"Hmm~"

Teacher He brushed his teeth, and hummed inarticulately.

...

Breakfast was placed in the living room, and Zhang Zifeng, who was still awake, held the spoon and stared blankly, Peng Peng was completely driven by eating, in a state of sleepwalking.

Ye Mingxuan grabbed his head and patted it a few times. The old wine from last night obviously had a lot of stamina, and he still has some headaches.

"Old Huang, why do you get up so early?"

"Hey, isn't this a fish? How can it speak human language?"

"The world is so big that there are no surprises. What is a talking fish? A fish that can command fish to land is really amazing!"

Du He held the bowl, the hot soy milk paired with crispy fried dough sticks was more delicious than any big fish or meat.

"cough~cough~"

Ye Mingxuan was almost choked to death by the teasing of the two of them. His fame was lost in a glass of wine. His heart is not old!
Zhang Zifeng suddenly came back to his senses, patted Ye Mingxuan on the back, and said with concern and reproach: "Drink slowly!"

"Hehe~"

Peng Peng suddenly let out a strange laugh, and was restrained a little by Zhang Zifeng's unkind stare.

"Being disrespectful, Lao Huang, I suspect that you deliberately tricked me last night?"

"I cheated on you? You said that you are a fish, and you can't stop it. Blame me?"

Teacher Huang shrugged his shoulders, thinking of Ye Mingxuan's embarrassment, he found it amusing, so he had to pull himself to explain that he was not a fish, it was really fun.

"Teacher He, and you two, don't you know how to stop me?"

"Stop it, why didn't you stop it? It's not like you don't know how strong you are? Can you stop it? If you insist on performing boxing, you almost scared us to death."

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, thankful that he didn't pour wine on Director Ye in the film crew, who can stop it if it spills?
"Okay, okay, let's just pretend that this never happened, audience friends in front of the TV, you didn't see a fish, um, you didn't see it!"

Mrs. He was so weak that he deliberately made fun of Ye Mingxuan, and even instigated the audience after the show aired, their consciences were greatly broken.

"Uh~ Let's eat~ The fried dough sticks are good, the soy milk is good, the weather~ is also good, and the purple maple is very beautiful~"

...

Amidst the jokes of the crowd, Ye Mingxuan rolled his eyes helplessly, finished his breakfast in a stuttering manner, and the program team specially assigned to row a boat to take everyone ashore.

There are no old people or children in the corner of the village. There are no young adults. The old people seem to be used to it, turning a blind eye to the cameras of the program group and the stars, while the pure eyes of the children surround the staff curiously. The older children surrounded Teacher Huang.

"Little Fatty, it's you again, where are your parents?"

Teacher Huang picked up the little boy, who was about four years old, and wiped his nose with a tissue, not paying attention to the blackened hem of his clothes.

"My name is not Xiaopangdun, I am Zhang Hang, and my parents are harvesting wheat."

Without the candy, Mr. Huang was not as attractive as his friends, and the little chubby twisted his body and clamored to get down.

"Pengpeng Xiaoxuan, go to the village to borrow a car. Pengpeng knows the place and drives directly to the field."

"Oh, good teacher Huang!"

The village entrance was divided into two teams, Peng Peng and Ye Mingxuan went to the village committee to borrow a car, and Teacher Huang rushed to the field with the rest.

After ten o'clock, the thick fog cleared and the sun came out quietly. Mr. Huang, who was cutting the wheat, was a little relieved. Mr. He, Zhang Zifeng, used a sickle last season. Although it was not very smooth to cut the wheat, it still looked decent. of.

Zhang Yi also came from the countryside when he was a teenager, and he was no stranger to sickles. Only Du He didn't dare to use the sickle. Every time he hit it, it seemed to be aimed at his calf, which looked quite dangerous.

"Du He, otherwise don't cut it, we are short of a bundler, you specialize in bundling."

"Okay!"

Du He thought that bundling was an easy job, but it was not. The thorns of wheat are very uncomfortable on the skin, and if no protective measures are taken, it doesn’t take long after bundling to get itchy all over. serious.

Ye Mingxuan rode a three-wheeled electric tricycle carrying Peng Peng, and came at a high speed, along with an old-fashioned pedal threshing machine pulled over by the program team.

Just as he was about to speak, a few drops of coldness appeared on his forehead. Ye Mingxuan looked up at the sky. The sun was in the sky. He thought it was an illusion and didn't care.

"Old Huang, what am I doing?"

"You~ it's raining?"

Teacher Huang also looked up.

"It seems to be raining!" Zhang Zifeng stretched out his arms.

"Duhe Pengpeng, pull away the cut wheat first, hurry up, Xiaoxuan will help!"

Ye Mingxuan knew that now was not the time to joke around, so he promised to pick up the sickle and work hard.

Just as Peng Peng and Du He pulled away a cart, raindrops the size of soybeans began to drip, and within ten seconds, heavy rain mixed with small hailstones hit their heads and faces.The program group dodged in a panic, and the umbrella could barely hold up.

I guessed that it would rain, but I didn't guess that it would be accompanied by hail. Fortunately, the protective measures were taken properly before everyone came. Only Duhe didn't want to wear a bamboo hat because he thought it was troublesome.

Ye Mingxuan looked at Zhang Zifeng who was shivering in the rain, took off his coir raincoat, spread it on top of his head, and hugged the drenched Zhang Zifeng in his arms.

"Xiaoxuan, protect my sister!"

"Old Huang, do you have an umbrella with a long pole? Foldable umbrellas are not acceptable!"

Ye Mingxuan and Zhang Zifeng were a little far away from the program group, and the crackling of the bean-sized hailstones could not be heard at all.Zhang Zifeng, who was drenched in the rain, had a strange feeling hiding in Ye Mingxuan's arms. Before he could feel it, he was attracted by the direction of the village entrance!

A dozen young and strong guys at the entrance of the village came to deliver things to the program group with pots and pans.

The photographers didn't care about themselves and ran to the village with their cameras. Ye Mingxuan took the big basin from the villagers and put it on top of his head.

"Go back to the village first, and think of a way when the rain stops!"

"Brother, it doesn't matter if I have a bamboo hat, just leave me alone!"

The hailstone hit the bottom of the basin with a crackling sound, which made Ye Mingxuan's fingers faintly numb.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he kissed Zhang Zifeng's forehead and said dotingly: "What nonsense are you talking about! Let's go!"

(End of this chapter)