Taking Liu Yifei back to Northeast China for the Chinese New Year has sent the entire internet into

Early morning, at the entrance of Kaoshantun Village.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

The eastern horizon was still covered by a layer of cold white snow light, and the sun did not show its face, only a blurry orange glow peeking out from behind the distant mountain ridge.

Two black Toyota Alphard minivans were parked quietly in an open space at the entrance of the village.

The engine was still running, idling gently, with the exhaust pipe hissing out white mist.

A few minutes later.

Accompanied by a series of clanging sounds.

A silver Wuling Hongguang van with almost all its paint chipped off bumped and jolted along the dirt road in the village.

"squeak--!"

A sudden stop with extreme confidence.

This battle-damaged Wuling Hongguang came to a steady stop between two luxury cars.

The car door opened.

Fang Daqiang, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat and with half a cigarette dangling from his mouth, jumped out of the driver's seat.

Today, he is the head guide for this mountain run.

The pillar of strength for the entire team.

Immediately afterwards—

Fang Yu jumped out of the passenger seat, took two steps to the back of the car, and opened the back door with his back hand.

They carefully took Liu Yifei, who was wearing the ultra-thick cotton pants that Zhao Guifang had personally prepared, and who looked like an emperor penguin.

The fairy sister's legs were stuffed into her cotton pants and looked like two sausages.

Her walking posture has also degenerated from "supermodel catwalk" to "penguin waddling".

But that face—

No matter how much she's wrapped up, she's still unbelievably beautiful.

Then, Fang Yu turned around and started rummaging through the trunk of the van.

With a "clang".

They dragged out a huge black plastic package and threw it on the snow.

A cloud of snowflakes was kicked up.

On the other side, the doors of the vans opened one after another.

The program's chief director, Zhou Zheng, greeted them, his breath steaming in the air.

"Fang Yu! Yi Fei! Uncle Da Qiang! Good morning, everyone!"

He rubbed his hands together, his face beaming with smiles.

He glanced at the large black bag on the snow and gave it a thumbs up.

"Oh dear, Professor Fang, you've gone to so much trouble!"

"Look at the mess this has made! It's so embarrassing, and you even had to pay for the guests' meals out of your own pocket..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Fang Yuchong flashed an incredibly bright smile.

"Director Zhou, why are you being so polite with me?"

Immediately afterwards—

He also took out his phone from his pocket and shoved the screen right in front of Zhou Zheng's face.

WeChat or Alipay?

"These supplies were personally selected by Yifei and me yesterday afternoon, braving the wind and snow, as we went to town and picked them out from each of the safety supply stores!"

"They're all top-of-the-line stuff!"

"Cheng Hui, 1350."

"If you find it inconvenient to scan the code, you can also transfer money to our company account."

In the wind and snow.

Zhou Zheng's professional fake smile shattered instantly in the wind.

The hand with the thumb raised was suspended in mid-air—

Accepting it is not an option.

Not accepting it isn't an option either.

His lips twitched twice, and his entire face was written with four big words.

—I should have known better than to boast.

Seeing his hesitation, Fang Yu quickly added with a smile:

"Director Zhou, don't worry, I'll give you an invoice."

"An invoice from a legitimate work safety store can be used for reimbursement."

Liu Yifei, standing beside him, also stared expectantly at Director Zhou, fearing he might renege on his promise.

The look in his eyes practically screamed, "Our Fang Yu has had a tough time, so please don't let him suffer."

The live stream was instantly flooded with a dense barrage of comments:

[Hahahaha! Holy crap, they reimbursed me!]

[Director Zhou: I was just being polite, but you're really offering your begging bowl!]

[1350 yuan! The production team's budget is burning through!]

Zhou Zheng's lips twitched.

There was a three-second silence.

I reluctantly took out my phone and scanned the QR code.

"drop--"

A crisp system notification sound.

"Received payment via WeChat, 1350 yuan."

Hearing the beautiful melody, Fang Yu contentedly put his phone away.

He then walked up to the black plastic bag and ripped it open with a "rip".

The next second—

What catches everyone's eye are several bright red and green fertilizer woven bags inside.

The words "XXX compound fertilizer" were even faintly printed on it.

Commonly known as a snakeskin sack.

Underneath the burlap sack were several sets of thick, rough, old-fashioned cotton-padded clothes and trousers.

Along with several pairs of black suede boots, thick cotton hats with ear flaps, and several pairs of goggles to prevent snow blindness.

The entire set of equipment was laid out on the snow, and four words immediately came to mind—

Unpretentious.

Take one more look—

Four more words—

So tacky it's unbelievable.

Zhou Zheng stared at the several brightly colored snakeskin sacks.

I glanced down at my phone's payment history again, and there it was, clearly marked "1350.00"...

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

In the end, he swallowed his words back.

--never mind.

The money's already spent, can't it be refunded?

Let's just consider it... buying some entertainment value.

……

Meanwhile, in the commercial vehicle on the other side.

Hua Yu was currently huddled in the leather seat, showing no intention of getting out of the car.

From the moment the car came to a stop ten minutes ago, his gaze had been scanning the windows, which were covered with extremely dark privacy film, with vigilance.

He was terrified.

They were afraid that a tough guy dressed in a black fur coat might suddenly jump out from behind some bare tree.

He was holding a large, shiny iron ladle in his hand.

She walked towards him with a smile.

Then, with an irresistible enthusiasm, she said to him—

"Hey bro, didn't eat breakfast? I made you a bowl of braised pork slices!"

Thinking of this—

Hua Yu's stomach churned uncontrollably.

After confirming that they couldn't find Tiger's imposing figure outside, they realized they couldn't find him anywhere.

Hua Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ju Jingyi, who was standing next to him, had already noticed his unusual behavior and turned her head to glance at him.

"Brother Yu, you've been peeking out the window ever since you got on the bus. What are you looking at?"

Hua Yu straightened his collar without changing his expression.

"Enjoy the scenery."

Ju Jingyi was just about to say something.

At this moment, Fang Yu, carrying two sacks of compound fertilizer, strode to the van and leaned inside, shouting loudly.

"Teacher Hua! Teacher Xiao Ju! Stop hatching chicks in the car, come on, let's change our gear!"

Hua Yu got out of the car after a few reluctant steps.

He was completely stunned when he stared at the two fertilizer bags handed to him, which were printed with the words "Protect Flowers and Fruits".

"What...what's this for?"

"Loading mountain goods!"

Fang Yu looked completely at ease.

"You can't go into the old forest empty-handed, can you?"

"Look at this burlap sack, it's light yet sturdy. We'll use it to store pine cones and frozen wood ear mushrooms; it'll last a long time!"

"You could throw it in the snow and drag it around without it breaking!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a fluffy cotton hat, a thick black windproof neck warmer, and cotton-padded clothes from his bag.

He stuffed them all into Hua Yu's arms.

"It's windy in the mountains, take this with you."

"Don't waste your morning's work on your hair."

Hua Yu looked down at the pile of rugged work clothes in his arms.

The cotton hat still had a faint smell of fertilizer.

The expression on his face was extremely complex.

He felt that the world was becoming increasingly absurd.

The day before yesterday, I was forced to attend a lavish banquet by a local gangster.

Today, I was forced to put a burlap sack over my head by a new singer.

Is there any hope for the entertainment industry?

Can't people even maintain their composure?

On the contrary, it was Ju Jingyi standing next to her.

My eyes lit up the moment I saw these things.

She grabbed a burlap sack, folded it skillfully a couple of times, tucked it under her arm, and responded repeatedly:

"Okay! I'll change it right away!"

She even stayed up all night yesterday doing her homework online!

Wild dried goods from the old forests of Northeast China are all high-quality products.

Can I have a nice extra meal tonight?

We can only rely on this snakeskin sack under our arms.