The Peach Blossom Village of the Cat Boss

Chapter 196 Draw a Circle
Before Su Mingzhi raised his objection, both Director Zhang Yida and the old screenwriter Lu Wei's eyes lit up, and they rolled up their trouser legs and were about to walk into the field.

Recalling the bitter days when they were young, the two old guys were overwhelmed.

They took off their shoes and picked up the spare scythe lying nearby.

When they stepped on the field path with their bare feet, they immediately felt the excitement of a commotion.

The green grass all over the ground is like countless scratches protruding from the ground.

The soles of their feet were itchy and slightly tingling.

To be honest, it wasn't very good at first.

But after becoming familiar with this feeling, there will be another very wonderful experience.

Bare feet are directly attached to the earth, as if they are connected with this land.

There is an indescribable sense of security in their hearts.

"That's what it's like to have your feet on the ground."

Lu Wei shook his head and sighed, his face full of sighs.

The image of running around with bare feet when he was a child flashed through his mind.

The old man pressed his feet on the ground, fiddled with the crisp green grass for a while, and stomped the dirt in the ground for a while.

Immediately, he showed a childlike smile.

"I remember when I was a child, I made some mud and then pissed, and I could play with the mud for half a day."

On the side, Zhang Yi also grinned.

Lu Wei looked back at him, revealing an indescribable gaze.

It took a long time to hold back a word.

"You old man is really good at playing."

Zhang Yi was very proud, and the two walked into the field with a sickle:
"That's right! How poor my family was when I was a child. My mother gave birth to five children in a row. There are nearly 5 people in the family including the elderly. There are 10 mouths waiting to eat!"

"Where is there any spare money to make toys, a few balls of mud, a few stones, a few branches, you can play for a long time."

Reed was speechless and could only give him a thumbs up:

"You are quite proud."

However, recalling those difficult days, he also sighed:

"It was a hard time for us. How could so much food be grown in the fields at that time? There are so many mouths in the family waiting to eat..."

"I remember one time when I was so hungry that I stole a raw pumpkin from home and gnawed on it."

"Another time, I went to work in the field, but I fainted from hunger on the way. It was the neighbor's sister-in-law who saved half a bun from her child's mouth for me to eat, and I was relieved."

"I still remember the name of that sister-in-law, Niu Chunlan."

Harvesting rice is basically not difficult to operate. A three-year-old child can take a look at the field and follow suit.

The two old guys chatted while cutting the rice, very comfortable.

The old screenwriter Lu Wei cut a handful of rice, and couldn't help but take the ear of rice to the tip of his nose and smell it affectionately.

After feeling the strong rice fragrance, his eye sockets were slightly moist:

"Okay, that's great."

"This rice grows well, and our country develops well. No one will suffer from hunger in the future. It's great."

Beside Wang Tianyang, Xia Bing didn't say a word, harvesting the rice nimbly.

She bent down and stood up for a while, sweating, and she really looked a bit like a local farmer.

She didn't speak much, she was completely immersed in the joy of the harvest.

This piece of rice over here was planted by me before... that piece of rice over there was also planted by me before.

I didn't expect them to grow so strong and powerful in the blink of an eye.

Inexplicably, Xia Bing felt a strong sense of pride in his heart.

Looking at the golden ears of rice in front of her, she actually had the illusion of raising a group of children.

All the people in the field are busy, feeling the harvest of the farmers.

Only one person present bowed down, hiding his complicated expression behind the ears of wheat.

No one noticed that his fair and tender face was covered with sweat... and deep resentment.

He looked at Xia Bing with a faint smile from a distance, wishing he could secretly draw 100 circles on the ground.

When Xia Bing proposed to let everyone work in the field together, he didn't think about raising objections.

But when he was about to open his mouth, he suddenly saw several cameras on the side of the road not far away.

The camera was looking right at the fields and them, getting everyone in full view.

He immediately realized that from the moment they arrived at Peach Blossom Village, their every move had been recorded.

You must know that Mao Boss is still very popular on the Internet, and his video has been searched on Weibo several times.

There are potential audiences all over the country, I don't know how many there are.

If he said a word or did something wrong in the video, his "whitewashing" plan this time would be completely ruined.

Su Mingzhi's heart was full of resentment.

Originally, he thought that the half-squat on the Posanlun just now had been the most torturous 20 minutes in the past ten years.

But it wasn't until after he went to the ground that he realized that there is no most suffering, only more suffering.

There is no hardest work, only harder work!

Cutting rice looks simple, but mechanized bending over and straightening up is even more tiring than lifting iron for fitness.

Most importantly, they worked outdoors, exposing their bodies directly to the sun.

Not only was the skin sore from being roasted, but the sweat was also pouring out like it didn't want money.

After only a few minutes of working, Su Mingzhi felt his back ached, and the seconds felt like years.

However, since their current actions were exposed to the cameras, he didn't dare to be lazy, so he could only grit his teeth and persist.

Remembering Sister Hong's advice before he left, Su Mingzhi forced himself to show a sunny smile.

He contributed what he thought was a mature "acting skill". He first bowed down to cut a handful of rice, then stood up again, showing his tall figure to the camera.

Standing in the sun, Su Mingzhi wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and then imitated Lu Wei's screenwriter, staring at the ears of wheat in his hand affectionately, feeling extremely moved.

Then, he smiled brightly, showing a row of neat big white teeth.

In the distance, Wang Tianyang, who inadvertently raised his head to see this scene, was stunned, too shocked to speak.

This handsome guy... um, Xiao Su.

Is he practicing ahead of time for a later commercial?
What a dedicated actor!

But... what happened to the rice in his hand?How did you cut it so short?
You know, after threshing, these rice stalks can be used as firewood!Such a waste.

And the way he holds such a short bunch of rice looks so funny...it's like acting in a sketch.

Sigh...Looking at this delicate skin and tender meat, it must be a city dweller who has never been to the ground.

It's not easy for others to help with the work.

How can there be so many demands?
Wang Tianyang withdrew his gaze with a complicated expression, and continued to bow down to cut the rice.

And Su Mingzhi withdrew his movements very satisfied, and began to work diligently on the farm.

After all, you can't hide from him... No matter what, he has to earn a good reputation.

Just think of it as acting, playing a peerless handsome man who goes to work in the fields.

Maybe the him in the camera is the most beautiful scenery in the world.

After all, the scenery here is really good, and he is very confident in his appearance...

The combination of the two images should produce a very good chemical reaction.

At that time, his fans may have more affection for him because of this scene...

Thinking of this, Su Mingzhi's mood suddenly improved a lot, and he became more energetic in his work.

(End of this chapter)