Stop it, the country really can't fit any more bans on the domestic entertainment industry.

After lunch, the sun began to set.

Li Mo'an put down his chopsticks and bowl, and without lingering, picked up the hoe from the corner of the wall, preparing to continue his afternoon work.

Although both Teacher Huang and Teacher He advised him to take a break, he felt that the progress of today's task was a bit slow and that he still needed to hurry up.

Stepping out of the mushroom house's courtyard, the sounds of the village's hustle and bustle drifted on the wind.

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It must be said that the 50 yuan reward from the program team, along with the rice and soybean oil, really motivated the villagers.

Looking around, every household was busy working with those lumps of iron.

Li Mo'an walked to the roadside and suddenly stopped.

His gaze fell on Li Erniu's courtyard not far away.

The chubby three-year-old boy was riding on the Type 97 No. 6 land-based aerial bomb, holding a small wooden stick in his hand, tapping the fuse seat of the bomb body again and again, and shouting "Giddy up, giddy up".

'Tap frequency, per minute...'

The force is approximately 5 Newtons.

Li Mo'an watched this scene calmly, while the data model in his mind began to work rapidly.

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Then he looked at the room next door.

Aunt Zhang was demonstrating to her neighbors how to crack walnuts with a wooden-handled grenade. To show how hard it was, she used even more force than she had yesterday when cracking garlic.

The impact force peaked at over 300 Newtons instantaneously.

The vibration wave transmission efficiency is 80%.

Li Mo'an discovered a problem.

That is, the mathematical model he built yesterday for the three-day safety period has a huge variable vulnerability.

He overestimated the structural stability of these bombs and underestimated the enthusiasm and violence of working people in using readily available tools.

According to yesterday's rather conservative calculation, these things can indeed last for three days.

But judging from the current village-wide mobilization and the frequency with which they use it—almost to the point of grinding an iron pestle into a needle...

"That tipping point may be reached sooner than expected."

Li Mo'an mentally went through the formula again.

This is the final conclusion.

"That won't do."

Li Mo'an shook his head.

But he remained calm; after all, making mistakes is normal.

After all, in his view, this was a miscalculation that could be corrected, and not a life-or-death crisis worth making a fuss about.

If the calculation is wrong, then correct it.

Since three days is too long, let's shorten it.

Thinking of this, Li Mo'an did not go to the construction site, but instead turned around and walked towards the old red brick house next to the village committee.

There, a tall loudspeaker stands.

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at the same time.

The program's control room.

"The hype is still rising! Still rising!"

The staff excitedly reported the data.

Director Wang Yu was looking at the screen full of red data, and he was laughing so hard that his eyes almost disappeared.

At this moment, in Li Mo'an's split-screen live stream room, the production team was holding a poll to create some fun content.

The poll title was: Which civilian use of bombs do you like best?

The options were varied, including things like using a hand grenade to smash garlic, a landmine in an ashtray, a bomb-powered Trojan horse, and a mortar doorstop.

Netizens voted enthusiastically.

Currently, the hand grenade garlic smasher is leading by a narrow margin, followed closely by the landmine ashtray.

The barrage of comments was a sea of ​​joy.

"Hahaha, I vote for the ashtray, it's so authentic!"

"That kid riding the bomb is the MVP, okay? That's true winning from the start!"

"So you're just going to restart it? Others haven't even reached the finish line, and he's already back at the starting line, right?"

"The production team is so clever! This idea is brilliant!"

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More than that.

Some savvy Taobao merchants even launched various peripheral products overnight to capitalize on the trend.

There are all sorts of things like the hammer-shaped pillow from the movie "Mushroom House," realistic hand grenade seasoning jars, and even potato chips with the flavor of "Nine-Turned Intestines," and they're all selling like hotcakes.

The entire internet was immersed in a final, ignorant, yet extremely joyful celebration.

Just then.

The assistant director, who had been watching the monitor, suddenly pointed at the screen and said, "Director, look! Where is Li Mo'an going? He's not digging."

Wang Yu looked over upon hearing this.

In the video, Li Mo'an is seen carrying a hoe and slowly walking into a small courtyard with a sign that reads "Village Broadcasting Station".

"Broadcasting station?"

Wang Yu was stunned for a moment, then his eyes suddenly lit up.

As a seasoned veteran of variety shows, he instantly conjured up a whole drama in his mind.

"This kid... is he going to pull another stunt?"

"Quick! Switch to the main camera!"

Wang Yu waved his hand dismissively, his tone full of anticipation, "I have a feeling this is going to be another iconic scene!"

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Village broadcasting station.

This place has been unused for a long time. There is a layer of dust on the table, and the old-fashioned loudspeaker is also an old model from decades ago. Even the switch is not making good contact.

Li Mo'an went inside and leaned the hoe against the wall.

He calmly reached out, patted the megaphone, and checked the wiring.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

A piercing electrical noise instantly echoed throughout the entire village, startling even the dogs that were taking a nap, causing them to bark twice.

Li Mo'an didn't pay any attention.

He took a tissue out of his pocket, wiped the dusty microphone, then bent down and leaned close to the black microphone head.

"Hey, feed."

"Sound check, one, two, three."

A calm and magnetic voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed throughout the village.

At this moment, both the villagers who were working and the countless netizens watching the live stream subconsciously stopped what they were doing and pricked up their ears.

Everyone was curious about what this tough guy, who always worked silently and didn't talk much, was going to do at the radio station.

Is he about to give an acceptance speech?

Or are we going to share some obscure facts again?

Amidst the spotlight.

Li Mo'an cleared his throat and, in his usual calm and collected tone, as if saying "The weather is nice today," slowly and deliberately spoke into the microphone:

"Villagers, please note that I am Li Mo'an."

Excuse me for disturbing everyone.

"Regarding those hammers I lent out to everyone yesterday, those iron lumps used to crack walnuts and weigh down pickle jars."

He paused, his tone becoming slightly more serious, but only slightly:

"Because everyone is using it too frequently, it has exceeded the expected wear and tear."

"Therefore, the previous three-day agreement is null and void."

"Please put all the hammers you took back in their original positions before 2 p.m. today."

He predicts it will explode tomorrow afternoon.

"But being naturally sensitive to danger, I have to pull back beforehand," he thought to himself.

His voice continued to echo through the village, reaching every household.

"Repeat it."

"They must all be returned by 2 PM."

"No time limit."

After saying that, without waiting for any feedback, he turned off the broadcasting equipment.

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Meanwhile, in the control room.

Upon hearing these words, Wang Yuzheng was first stunned, then suddenly slapped his thigh, so excited that he almost jumped up.

"Absolutely amazing! Absolutely amazing!"

Wang Yu was pointing at Li Mo'an on the screen, her eyes shining, as if she had seen some rare treasure:

"This kid knows his stuff when it comes to variety shows! He knows how to create conflict!"

"You see, he knows that just letting the villagers play isn't enough; there needs to be a sense of urgency! There needs to be a deadline!"

"Crunching the time to 2 PM is putting pressure on the villagers and the audience!"

"This is forcing everyone to get moving; the tension in the plot has been instantly maximized!"

Wang Yu felt that he had completely seen through Li Mo'an's script arrangement.

This is a serious act!

First lend it out, then suddenly take it back, creating conflict and making things interesting.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"

Wang Yu was marveling at this, and said to the assistant director beside him:

"See that? That's what you call talent! Even I didn't think of that, but he came up with it himself!"

"Quick! Cooperate with him! Add a countdown effect to the live stream! A red one! Make it eye-catching!"

"Let's get the audience on edge! Let's see if these villagers can return all the bombs before 2 PM!"

Suddenly, he had a brilliant idea: why not give the villagers a script to make them uncooperative? Ideally, he'd have one of the villagers pull the pin on a grenade right in front of him.

This creates a conflict.