The biological mother of the child prodigy cub was handed over to the country by the entire Internet

The fruit merchants who harvested oranges this year thought that Duicun still didn’t pick many this year. After all, the elderly grandparents still have no strength.

He only left two baskets of oranges. Who knew that when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he was completely stunned when he saw a truckload of oranges.

This... this village is on a landslide, right? All the oranges have slipped down?

However, there were too many oranges and he couldn't digest them all by himself. He would only need a third at most.

Old Village Chief: "Are you really not going to ask for more? Maybe this is the last batch this year."

"Lao Zhang, you also know that my shop is not big. I don't have room to store so many oranges. Besides, your unwaxed oranges are easy to break. I want so many, which is my limit. If you want more, Ask others if they want it.”

The old village chief also understands that all walks of life have their own difficulties, and he does not force it, "Okay, thank you, come back next year."

"Okay, then I'll go first."

The fruit merchants took away a third and they had a lot more.

There are not many people in the village, and each household has some and there is still a lot. And as they are getting older, they cannot eat that much.

Song Sha saw the old village chief sigh, and then looked at the pile of oranges, "Did you pick too many?"

The old village chief waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter. It's just that you have to work so hard to pick so many. You must be tired."

He saw that the two lovely children were so tired that they fell asleep, and the old village chief inevitably felt a little guilty.

It's a waste of other people's efforts.

Song Sha: "Not too tired."

She caught a glimpse of the cameraman from the corner of her eye.

Brother Camera: "???"

Song Sha said: "I will help you sell the rest."

These natural fruits are the rarest in the last days, comparable to gold.

How can it be wasted so easily?

The old village chief was startled: "You help us sell it?"

"Well, you go back and rest first, and I will figure out a solution later."

The village chief felt that the girl was trustworthy, so he looked at her back.

Song Sha walked over and asked the cameraman: "Is the director here?"

The cameraman knew that Song Sha was not ordinary, let alone someone he could offend, so he pointed to the thatched cottage not far away.

Song Sha walked over and knocked on the door.

The door opened from the inside. The director had seen from the camera that she came to him. Did she want him to buy these oranges?

Then she really knows how to do business.

"Director." Song Sha's grasp of human nature is deeper than she thought. She can know what the other person wants immediately after she has experienced it.

As for the director of the program, what he wants most is money.

Their wealth is exchanged for the flow of this world.

Therefore, Song Sha concluded that what they want is traffic.

The director was startled when she called him: "Teacher Song, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."

If he had paid for this batch of oranges, he could still buy half of them. After all, there were many people on the crew. Moreover, these oranges had no ripening agent and were just a supplement of vitamin C.

Song Sha's expression was serious, as if she had come to negotiate: "Let me tell you straight. The director asked us to pick oranges to help promote the farmers. The purpose of the promotion is to sell the oranges. Now that there are so many in stock, , why not help us again."

The director raised his eyebrows, not expecting her to tell him this.

When Song Sha told the director the facts, it was like she was giving the director a pat on the back in a serious manner.

"Firstly, if this publicity goes out, the reputation of the program team will be greatly improved accordingly, which is equivalent to a project that helps farmers. Secondly, netizens have also seen the scene of picking oranges in the front, and they must be interested in it. I’m very interested in batching oranges.”

The translator's eyes widened. Unexpectedly, Song Sha didn't read the live broadcast comments and guessed what the netizens were thinking.

There are indeed many netizens who are very interested in this batch of oranges, especially those picked by Song Sha. If they follow the link, they will definitely lose everything.

Song Sha is still brainwashing him.

"In addition to helping farmers and thanking netizens, should the director consider it?"

Song Sha's voice was so impressive that she didn't worry about the director's rejection at all.

The director was extremely excited. In fact, he had been doing variety shows for so long, and the only thing he wanted was word of mouth. Song Sha had spoken to his heart.

But he couldn't be blind. He had to listen to Song Sha's plan. If it didn't work, it would be in vain.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

The cameraman didn't follow him, knowing that Song Sha was discussing something with the director.

This was what Song Sha was waiting for. She probably said it to the director, who was stunned.

As soon as Song Sha saw his expression, she knew that the brainwashing was successful.

"What's the director's intention?"

The director beamed: "Okay, okay, just do as you say! I will let the staff of the program team fully cooperate with you."

The director has only one feeling in his heart right now, great people are great in all aspects, and people with brains like Song Sha will definitely do great things in the future.

Indeed, as he thought, Song Sha not only did great things in the future, but was also handed over to the state by the entire Internet, and she was recruited everywhere to help.

*

Since the director agreed, Song Sha must make the most of everything.

This is her usual approach.

Song Sha learned about it from the old village chief. There are vegetables and tea trees in the village, which are the crops that the villagers use to make a living.

"Can you take me to see the tea mountain?" Song Sha asked.

The old village chief said: "It's not too early now. Let's go tomorrow. But it happens to be the time when our village's tea makers are roasting tea today. Would you like to go over and have a look?"

Song Sha: "That would be troublesome."

The two children, Gu Rongrong and Lu Ye, fell asleep on the chairs. It was cold outside, so Song Sha planned to take the two children back.

As a result, the two children woke up as soon as they touched it.

Gu Rongrong rubbed her eyes: "Mommy."

Song Sha brushed his hair away and said to him, "Do you want to go back to sleep? Mommy has something to go out to deal with."

"Then can't I come with you?" Gu Rongrong was sleepy and her round eyes were pitiful, "Mommy, I want to go with you."

After a hard day's work today, Song Sha was afraid that he would be exhausted and asked him, "Are you tired?"

Gu Rongrong shook his head: "Rongrong, you are not tired at all."

Since the child wanted to follow, Song Sha didn't stop him.

"Row."

But Song Sha saw that Lu Ye couldn't hold it any longer, so she asked Sheng Jiang to take him back to rest.

Sheng Jiang couldn't bear it himself. He hadn't been so wild for a long time and was almost exhausted.

"Leave it to me." Sheng Jiang just wanted to go back and lie down.

Song Sha watched the figures of the big one and the small one leave, then hugged Gu Rongrong and went to the only tea house in the village with the old village chief.

As soon as I walked to the door, the fragrance of tea filled the air, refreshing.

Gu Rongrong: "Wow, mommy, something smells so good."

Song Sha: "That's tea."

"Is it the green thing Grandpa Butler likes to drink the most?" Gu Rongrong asked.

Song Sha: "Yeah."

As soon as they entered, they saw an iron casserole placed in the center of the yard, with a fire burning in the stove and green tea leaves covering the whole pot.

But no one was seen in the courtyard.

The old village chief walked over quickly: "This old guy didn't even watch the ignition."

He went to put out the fire, but the fire in the stove was too big to be extinguished. Even if the heat of the pot was extinguished, the tea leaves would definitely burn.

Seeing this, Song Sha put Gu Rongrong down and said, "Stand here obediently."

Gu Rongrong nodded: "Okay!"

Then, he watched his mother roll up her sleeves and wash her hands in the bucket next to her.

He rubbed his palms and plunged them directly into the hot pot!