Superstars start from variety shows

Chapter 9 Poor Director Wang Zhengyu

"Mr. Huang, Mr. He, let's talk about what we are going to do this year."

On the front is the staff in the yard, and the director Wang Zhengyu in the middle is arranging tasks for the five or six-member family in Mushroom House.

"Okay, let's talk about it."

Huang Lei and He Jiong laughed and listened, but Qiao Yi thought of something and waved to Peng Peng.Peng Peng cat ran over, Qiao Yi said something to him in a low voice, then Peng Peng looked at Qiao Yi puzzled.

"Go and get it." Qiao Yi stroked Little H's dog's head, his smile gradually changed.

"Oh." Although Peng Peng was puzzled, he still ran into the house.

"Brother Qiao Yi, can I touch it?" Zhang Zifeng sat next to Huang Lei, separated by the two adults, keeping his eyes on Little H, and finally spoke at this moment.

Huang Lei finally remembered the previous topic, turned his head and asked Qiao Yi: "By the way, when I came in just now, what did you tell Wang Zhengyu about the traffic in the fields?"

"It's okay, little H doesn't bite, she's very good." Qiao Yi hugged little H to Zhang Zifeng.

Zhang Zifeng hugged Xiao H, and found that he really didn't bite, so he didn't leave immediately, and sat directly next to Qiao Yi.

Qiao Yi glanced at Zhang Zifeng, then turned to answer Huang Lei's words: "The life we ​​yearn for is the life in a peach blossom garden, so if there are dogs, there must be chickens, and chickens can lay eggs. I just asked Director Wang, is it Shouldn't some old hens be sent here."

"Well, it should be sent."

Huang Lei nodded, and said with a smile: "I just saw yams in the kitchen. Here is an old hen. The old hen will be able to stew yams tonight."

"It's not Teacher Huang, what Xiaoyi means is to ask the old hen to lay eggs." He Jiong quickly corrected Huang Lei's dangerous thoughts.

"Well, scrambled eggs with shallots are also fine. It seems that there are shallots grown there."

"..."

At this time, Peng Peng trotted back furtively.

Then he secretly took something out of his clothes and gave it to Qiao Yi, then went back to the other side to wipe off his sweat and sat down.

"Okay, Wang Zhengyu, the old hen must be there!" Huang Lei made a decision regardless of the silence of the crowd.

Over there, when Wang Zhengyu finally saw someone mentioning him, he almost cried.

I just started, and you all agreed to listen, but no one listened to me, so powerless.

Just as he was about to say something, Qiao Yi looked down at the time on the phone, and suddenly said, "Mr. Huang, Mr. He, are you thirsty?"

"Oh, I'm a little thirsty." Teacher He nodded.

"Wait!"

After finishing speaking, Qiao Yi ran back to the house in a hurry, completely ignoring Wang Zhengyu's speechless tears.

When Qiao Yi came out, he was holding a kettle in one hand and a box of tea in the other.

"What kind of good tea is this?" Huang Lei asked with a smile after thinking about it.

Qiao Yi smiled and said nothing, touched the side of the pot, found that the water temperature was almost right, then put the tea leaves into the teapot first, poured a little water into it, then poured it into the pool beside it, and then poured a small half pot of water into it. In the five teacups that Mr. He handed over in time, half a cup of water was poured into each.

"Taste." Qiao Yi stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation.

Huang Lei picked up the cup, put it under his nose and smelled it, looked at Qiao Yi suspiciously, then took a sip, and after thinking about it: "This tea is a bit different from the one you gave me before."

He Jiong seemed to have drunk it too, looking at Qiao Yi.

As for the two children, Peng Peng and his younger sister, they just feel less thirsty after drinking, and there is nothing else left.

Qiao Yi shook his head and smiled: "The previous one was fried by my grandma, but this one was fried by myself three months ago, and it's perfect to drink now."

The previous self was also himself, Qiao Yi said so without embarrassment at all.

"Hey, let me tell you, it feels a little bit worse." Huang Lei smiled.

Peng Peng stared at Qiao Yi, unable to believe it: "Brother, you actually know how to stir-fry tea!"

Zhang Zifeng took another sip. Although he didn't think it was too much, not as good as the milk at home, but he turned his head to look at Qiao Yi, which was also full of stars.

He Jiong suddenly asked: "Xiao Yi, where is your home?"

"It's about half an hour's drive away from Anding Mountain in Lishan." Qiao Yi pointed in one direction.

"No wonder!" He Jiong shook his head, sipped his tea and stopped talking.

"What do you mean?" Huang Lei didn't understand.

"I can't say any more, and if I say it again, I will be suspected of advertising!" He Jiong laughed and didn't say anything further.

"That's okay, take us to your house later." Huang Lei didn't say much when facing the camera, and then suddenly remembered the business, looked at Wang Zhengyu: "Wang Zhengyu, I said, this show will not just let us Five, are you sitting here drinking tea and chatting?"

Wang Zhengyu burst into tears, afraid that these people would change the subject again, so he quickly got to the topic: "After discussion with the director team, we decided to give everyone some basic living expenses."

"Living expenses?" Everyone was puzzled.

"Yes, after everyone's unanimous decision, one season, that is, the whole three months, 100 yuan!"

"How much?" He Jiong suspected that he had a hearing problem.

"How much?" Huang Lei frowned.

Peng Peng almost burst into laughter: "100 yuan, three months, what can you do?"

Zhang Zifeng thought ignorantly, how many boxes of milk can I buy with 100 yuan?Then he looked at the little Shiba Inu in his arms, and wondered if he should leave some money for dog food?

However, Qiao Yi secretly picked up something, passed it under the table to Huang Lei, and lowered his voice: "Teacher Huang, this is for you."

Huang Lei took it over and saw it was a slipper.

What are you doing with my slippers, kid?
At this time, Wang Zhengyu went on to say: "All the food and drink you eat and drink every day must be made from local materials, and you have to cook them yourself. Therefore, in principle, you are not allowed to use the food and drink you bring yourself."

"What about the tea? Is the tea okay?" Huang Lei took a sip of the tea.

"If you bring your own tea, you need to pay a corkage fee." Wang Zhengyu was expressionless, thinking to himself, finally relieved.

Huang Lei was furious, really wanted to throw something over to kill this fellow, and then raised his hand, and found that there was a slipper in his hand, hey!
"I asked you to pay for the corkage!" A slipper was thrown over.

Then he asked Peng Peng to pick up the shoes and wanted to throw them away, but he wanted to hear what immoral things Wang Zhengyu would say before he said them.

Everyone laughed, and Wang Zhengyu couldn't help laughing either.

It's a trick to make it later.

Maybe it can be used many times!

Thinking of this, Qiao Yi, who seemed to be deliberately interrupting him all the time, and secretly slipped Huang Lei's slippers, also felt a little interesting.

well?Is it because I didn't have a chance to speak before, or it could be a meme in this issue?

Wang Zhengyu felt like he was inspired by diabetes, but he still needed to continue to talk about the rules of the program: "Everyone can look back, the opposite is your field, and the rice needs to be planted by yourself. We have planted rapeseed, lettuce, mustard greens, and cabbage in advance. , cabbage, strawberries, and wheat..."

Then a map was given, which marked what was planted in the plot, and what needed to be planted.

After reading the map, He Jiong compared it with the field on the opposite side, and understood the intention of the program group: "So, we want to exchange the picked strawberries with you for ingredients, right?"

"No."

"no?"

"We don't accept all the ready-picked things in exchange for us. All the things must be processed into agricultural and sideline products and exchanged with us for money."

"We accept both dried strawberries or strawberry jam." Wang Zhengyu crossed his arms.

"And then?" Huang Lei held the slipper in one hand, walked around the table, walked towards Wang Zhengyu, raised his voice, and said, "You say it, you say it."

"That..." Wang Zhengyu looked guilty.

"Go away!"

The slipper flew to the poor director Wang Zhengyu again.

Once again, the small courtyard was full of cheerful atmosphere.

　Tell me, do you have a recommendation ticket? ╭(╯^╰)╮What?There are many more? O(∩_∩)O~~~
　　


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