I'm a web novelist, and you want me to work in the entertainment industry?

October is the golden autumn, a season of harvest.

The rice has long since lost its summer green color; standing by the terraced fields and looking around, one sees an endless expanse of dazzling golden yellow.

The autumn wind blows from afar, sweeping across the rice paddies and creating waves of gold.

If you stand by the rice paddy and take a deep breath, you can clearly smell the faint fragrance of rice.

Occasionally, you can hear a few sparse chirps of insects.

Four people, each with a sickle, stood by the rice paddy.

"Harvesting rice isn't difficult, it just takes some effort."

Yang Mo was the one who demonstrated again. He walked into the rice field, grabbed a handful of rice stalks with his left hand, and swung a sickle with his right hand, pulling the blade diagonally upwards along the rice roots.

A handful of rice lay neatly in his hand.

"Just put it behind you after you've finished cutting it." After saying that, Yang Mo put the rice he was holding behind him and went to cut the next bunch.

"I'll do it, I'll do it!" Xia Ziyi ran downstairs impatiently.

Tian Xiwei is the same as Cheng Che.

When Tian Xiwei went down into the rice paddy, she stepped on a clump of weeds, and suddenly an unidentified flying object jumped out, startling her.

"Wow!"

"What's wrong?" Cheng Che looked in the direction of the voice.

"It's nothing." Tian Xiwei shook her head. "A grasshopper suddenly flew out of the grass and startled me."

"What!?" Cheng Che was shocked.

"A mere grasshopper dares to scare King Tian? It's got a death wish! I'll catch its whole family and barbecue them later!"

Cheng Che was "furious", "his hair stood on end in anger", and gritted his teeth.

"?" Tian Xiwei looked at him with an expression as if he were an idiot.

I don't know what's wrong with you.

"Actually, if you want, you can catch some grasshoppers," Yang Mo said from a distance. "There are fewer grasshoppers this season, but this is also when they are at their fattest."

"At this time of year, people here actually grab the door and eat it."

"Never mind then, let's harvest the rice first," Cheng Che said seriously in an instant.

He wasn't afraid of grasshoppers, but he really wasn't interested in eating them.

"Yes, yes, let's harvest the rice!" Xia Ziyi agreed.

Yang Mo shrugged and didn't say anything more.

The four men each chose a plot of land and began harvesting rice.

Just as Yang Mo said, harvesting rice is not difficult in itself, it just takes a bit of effort, but it is far from being outrageous.

Even if Cheng Che and his two companions were complete novices, they wouldn't encounter any problems harvesting rice.

For the first few minutes, everyone thought it was quite novel and interesting, and Xia Ziyi even showed off the plump rice she had harvested from time to time.

But gradually, after ten minutes or so, the novelty wore off, my back started to ache, and the desire to harvest rice receded like a tidal wave.

Xia Ziyi straightened up and placed her hands on her lower back.

"I'm so tired..." She wiped her sweat, feeling like she was about to die.

Cheng Che and Tian Xiwei weren't much better off. One looked up at the sky, and the other looked down at the ground, both with bewildered expressions on their faces, as if they were wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here to harvest rice?"

As it turned out, harvesting rice was still too difficult for the three city folks.

[Really? Is it really that tiring? Are the three of you sure you can handle it?]

[It should be true, right? If Che-ge and Xia-jie complained of being tired, I think it might be because they were a little weak, but Xiao-tian also looked like he was questioning the meaning of life...]

[Actually, being tired is secondary; the main problem is having to bend over all the time, which is really exhausting. Even the most experienced farmers need to lie in bed for several days after harvesting rice for a couple of days.]

Harvesting rice isn't the most tiring part; harvesting wheat is the most tiring, especially in the sweltering summer heat... that's truly top-tier torture.

"If you're tired, just sit under the tree," Yang Mo said, straightening up and turning around.

"And what about you? Aren't you going to rest?" Xia Ziyi asked.

"I'm not tired yet, let me work a little longer," Yang Mo said matter-of-factly. "If I do more, Grandpa and Grandma won't have to do as much."

"Or should I just take you back now?" he kindly suggested.

"..."

Cheng Che sighed, picked up the sickle, and started working again.

This is ridiculous!

A mere twenty-year-old kid like Deng dares to show off in front of me!

Do you like curly hair that much?

I'll avoid your sharp edge!

Tian Xiwei also sighed and made the same gesture as Cheng Che.

My grandparents are such kind people... Although it may be a little insignificant, it's good to help them lighten their workload a little.

When Xia Ziyi saw that the three of them had continued working, she frowned with a bitter expression, but she didn't go to rest by herself.

Garlic birds, garlic birds, life isn't easy for anyone.

Since they want to do it, then she, Xia, will risk her life to accompany them!

She'll see who dares to call her a drama queen now!

[This is such a positive segment! The show we're following will definitely live to be a hundred years old!]

[Great, this is a positive energy segment! We're definitely going to be like the little rats!]

[Salute to the world's best Xia Bao, Tian Bao, Cheng Bao... and that grandson!]

【However, why not use a machine to cut it?】

"Hey city bumpkin, let me ask you this: how do you get that huge harvester onto these small terraced fields?"

In the following period, the four people became significantly more serious about harvesting rice.

Although Cheng Che and his two companions were much slower at harvesting rice than Yang Mo, and their physical strength was not as good as Yang Mo's, they still tried their best to persevere.

When you're really exhausted, sit down and rest for a while, and then get up and continue cutting rice.

Yang Mo was so moved.

These three big stars could have been comfortably relaxing by Erhai Lake enjoying the sea breeze, but instead they were willing to help their family harvest rice under the autumn sun... It brought tears to my eyes!

He had known all along that their previous work helping fishermen in Mihai and their work in Hangzhou were not part of the script!

He will definitely be a fan of their "Wandering Diary" for life!

……

As evening approached, the sun began to slowly sink behind the mountains, bathing the entire rice paddy in a warm golden hue. The rice ears swayed in the wind, like liquid gold.

Yang Mo felt that it was about time and stood up.

That's all for today. Thank you so much for your help.

After he finished speaking, he even bowed slightly to the three of them.

"No, no, no!" Cheng Che waved his hands repeatedly. "Please don't bow... In fact, even if you kowtow to me, I won't give you any New Year's money!"

Yang Mo smiled speechlessly.

✓Hello, author.

"Huh?" Tian Xiwei suddenly said, "Where did your little wooden sword go?"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Che and Xia Ziyi looked at Yang Mo's chest and discovered that the small wooden sword that had been hanging there was gone, leaving only a lonely red rope.

Yang Mo subconsciously looked down.

I touched my chest; nothing was there.

I checked my pockets, but there was nothing there.

I shook my pants again, but still nothing.

Despite his efforts to control himself, his expression still turned somewhat unpleasant.

"Did it fall into the field?" Cheng Che asked. "Let's look for it."

"Let's look for it then!" Xia Ziyi and Tian Xiwei nodded.

The three of them couldn't truly empathize with Yang Mo, but they could guess how important that little wooden sword was to him.

Although it's all patinated now.

After saying that, the three ignored Yang Mo's reaction and, despite having worked all afternoon, began a thorough search of the rice paddies.

Yang Mo opened his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't squeeze out anything and joined the search.

Ten minutes passed quickly, and the four of them had walked through almost every corner of the rice paddy.

The sun was setting, and it was getting dark.

Yang Mo straightened up, looked at the setting sun, remained silent for a moment, and said, "I'm not looking anymore."

Cheng Che turned to look at him and saw him standing in the middle of the rice field, his expression obscured by the light.

"Actually, we can look around some more," Tian Xiwei said. "We're not in such a hurry to go back."

The guests are all "emperors," while Wang Zheng is the "eunuch." If anyone should be anxious, it's Old Wang!

"Yes, yes." Xia Ziyi nodded.

Although she was exhausted and barely had any breath left... she was still willing to give up even a little more breath!

"Forget it." Yang Mo shook his head. "If it hasn't been found for so long, it's probably really lost."

"If it's lost... then it's lost."

Cheng Che glanced at Yang Mo's sleeves for no apparent reason, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't rolled up his sleeves when they were picking water lilies this morning.

He was exhausted from harvesting rice and covered in sweat, but he didn't pull him away.

...Not a book lover!?

"Maybe it wasn't lost," he said.

The three of them looked at him at the same time.

Cheng Che then looked towards the distant, vibrant half of the sky—

The sky gradually transitioned from warm gold to orange-red, with hints of crimson and gray-blue tinged within the orange-red... as if the goddess of the sky had donned her most magnificent gown, swirling her skirt brilliantly at the ends of the earth.

"Maybe it transformed into a celestial artifact and ascended to heaven amidst the radiant glow of the sunset," he shrugged.

Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.