Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

  Chapter 72 Cherish food

Gu Yang didn’t teach them how to cut the rice before. After all, cutting rice is indeed a matter of hands. She just told them that the dust on the rice leaves will make the skin itchy, so whether it is cutting or moving the rice, try your best to cut the rice. Avoid the leaves of rice and start with the stalks.

   Soon, when the rice was touched and cut halfway, the four people in the black group began to feel itching in their arms and legs, and they scratched with their hands involuntarily.

  Especially the two female stars Ruan Yan and Tang Qiaoqiao, whose skin is delicate, and many red marks appeared soon after being scratched.

   On the other hand, the white group, because of Gu Yang's pre-match guidance, didn't get much dust from the rice leaves.

  The audience in the live broadcast room also quickly discovered—

  【Ah, what happened to Yanyan's skin? Could it be an allergy? 】

  【The program team is so inhumane that they let my sister do this kind of rough work! 】

  【Say, why is the Bai group all right? I suddenly started conspiracy theory. 】

  【This can all be a conspiracy theory, I’m really laughing to death, if a certain fan has little knowledge, don’t come out to be funny, okay? Didn’t someone say it before, there is dust on the rice leaves, which can make people’s skin itchy, the white group they cut the rice and grab the rice stalks underneath, and the ones who carry the rice are also the rice stalks, while the black group grabs directly on the rice leaves Cutting, whoever itches if they don’t itch]

  Cao Junning sent Ruan Yan to the shade of a tree beside the field ridge, and said, "Yanyan, take a rest first, I'll take care of your part."

  Ruan Yan smiled and said, "Thank you, Junning."

  Tang quietly smiled sweetly at the side: "I really envy sister Ruan Yan who has a boyfriend like Brother Cao, unlike me, who can only come by herself."

   "Quietly, I'll help you with your share. You go to rest under the shade of a tree first." Wei Yuzhou took the initiative to take Tang Qiaoqiao's work.

   "Thank you, Brother Wei." Tang Qiao said obediently.

   Normally, she would definitely shirk it again, but now she really can't stand it anymore, and she can't wait to let go and go back to take a shower.

  【Porridge is still such a gentleman】

  【Ah, ah, Yanyan and brother-in-law are so sweet, it seems that they are a couple, so why Ruan Chu has the nerve to say that she is Cao Junning’s girlfriend, it’s really funny】

  But there are also audiences who sneer at the comparison.

  【Are they delicate? Gu Yang and Ruan Chu, the two daughters-in-law, can persevere, but they can't? 】

  【I don’t think there’s any need to compete, the winner and loser are clear, the black team needs to be smart or not, whether they want to cooperate or not】

  【It was originally a variety show of rural life, if you really want to be so delicate, don’t be on the show, if you don’t come here to do farm work, is it possible to walk on the red carpet? 】

  The two fields are not big, and the game is over quickly.

  The result is obvious, the white team wins.

  When everyone came out of the rice field, their clean clothes were stained with mud, and their feet in the field were even more muddy.

  Director Chen did not let everyone go back immediately, but asked the local farmers invited by the program group to demonstrate to the guests how to use the old machines to thresh rice.

  The live broadcast room is full of nostalgic barrage—

  【When I was young, there was no grain harvester in the village. We harvested the rice by hand after harvesting it by hand. It was fun at that time】

   Director Chen shook the palm fan beside him, and said with some nostalgia: "Every grain of simple rice on the dinner table has to be watered with hard work and sweat. Even in the autumn harvest, there are countless sweats in the joy.

  Cutting the rice, moving the rice, threshing the rice, after that there are several processes to turn the golden rice into crystal clear rice on the table. "

  The live broadcast room was full of bullet screens again, this time it was full of: [Treasure food]

  Seeing is better than hearing a hundred times, and seeing it with your own eyes is worse than talking about it.

   On the way back, the setting sun slanted, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the surrounding golden rice fields.

  (end of this chapter)