Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

The village chief assigned a villager to each group of guests. In order to prevent the guests from being unable to answer some netizens' questions, it was a good idea to let the villagers answer.

The people of Dongli Village are simple and simple. You can tell at a glance that they speak honestly and honestly. They say whatever they want without being deceptive at all.

The villager assigned to Leng Qingqing is not an ordinary person.

"Send rice, ten bags?!"

The villagers widened his eyes and said in shock: "No, our village chief didn't say anything about this!"

The village uncle, who was originally smiling honestly, suddenly changed his expression after hearing Leng Qingqing's words.

In the live broadcast room, the number of people online in real time has exceeded 20 million.

The words of the villagers were also heard by all netizens.

Leng Qingqing froze slightly while holding the bowl.

She looked sideways.

The eyes of the two people met in mid-air, one's eyes were calm and the other's eyes were wide-eyed.

No one spoke, and the pause button seemed to be pressed in the air. For a moment, the room was silent, and you could hear a pin drop.

The staff stood up and looked at this and that with some anxiety.

——You must not start a quarrel!

If there was an argument in front of so many netizens in the live broadcast room, you can definitely imagine how the hot search will collapse.

What the staff was worried about was not Leng Qingqing, Leng Qingqing has always been a Buddhist character recognized by the whole group.

Although sometimes it seems very out of tune, it is actually the most reliable one.

What makes people worried is this villager from Dongli Township.

When the village chief sent the person over in person, he lit a cigarette and spoke for a long time with great sincerity.

During the long speech, the staff remembered this sentence.

"He values ​​food more than his life!"

The village chief smashed a piece of cigarette ashes with his index finger: "Besides this, he is a bit stubborn and just one-sided. But don't worry, the guest is here to help us villagers. I told him before. ”

As long as food issues are not involved, this villager is still very kind.

The village chief counted his thunderstorms and helped Leng Qingqing avoid them.

For example, we cannot see food being wasted, and we cannot see anyone disrespecting food and land.

Leng Qingqing expressed her understanding: "That's good, wasn't our previous generation like this?"

The village chief smiled and nodded: "Yes, where would the food come from without the land? Where would we come from without the food?"

Although this girl is young, she is very enlightened.

The villagers who still remain in Dongli Township have been farming for generations. Young people in their twenties and thirties are not common in the village. Even if there are children of the same age as Huo Yanheng and Ye Fei, it is the sons and daughters of migrant workers who cannot bear the burden of education and life in the city, so they choose to temporarily send the children back to their hometowns, with their parents helping to take care of them. With.

One of the reasons why the rice in Dongli Township cannot be sold is that the majority of people in Dongli Township are elderly people, and the smart young people outside are unwilling to come back and have gone to big cities to work hard.

In addition to the elderly, those who stay in Dongli Township are left-behind children.

In Dongli Township, where even QR code scanning is not popular, there are no young people leading the way to learn new things, progress with the times, and follow the trend.

They are a group of people abandoned by the times.

Even if you want to learn, you have more than enough ambition but not enough energy.

Fortunately, the program team found this place.

The director of the program team had already expressed his anger with the village chief in advance, but he didn't say it explicitly, he just hinted.

"Big brother, don't worry, our guests are very capable of carrying goods."

The old village chief smiled and smoked. In fact, he was not interested in the professional terms that some younger brothers spit out, such as "e-commerce" and the like...

I don't understand it at all.

But one thing he knew was that the news was conveyed to every villager in Dongli Township through the two loudspeakers tied to the telephone poles at the head of the village.

——The program team is here to help them.

Knowing this is enough.

There was suddenly silence in the live broadcast room, and the anti-fans laughed.

[Laughing to death, Leng Qingqing made his own decision and was exposed by the villagers on the spot. 】

[Leng Qingqing, why don’t you just ask the villagers what they think? You’re treating them as the biggest scapegoat. 】

[Do you really think that everyone else is as rich as her? 】

[The villagers are so pitiful. They haven’t sold a few bags of rice, and they have to pay for the postage of a hundred bags of rice! 】

A wave of black fans suddenly appeared in the live broadcast room, spreading rumors unscrupulously and disturbing the muddy waters.

Xu Zan, who had been watching the live broadcast from the sidelines, immediately noticed something was wrong and contacted the backstage to investigate.

Not long after, Xu Zan looked at the computer screen and took a hard bite of the burger in his hand.

Strange, which opponent is launching the attack?

Xu Zan picked up the phone and was about to contact his subordinates when he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

On the Orange Cat platform, the live broadcast room is deserted.

Heizi's comments swept the screen crazily for a while, with a good rhythm.

But the deserted fans are not vegetarians.

The crowd of passers-by was extremely deserted, and even when attacked by so many black fans who suddenly appeared, they did not panic at all.

Passers-by and fans who had been crouching in the live broadcast room began to respond by swiping their screens.

Pink and black battle.

On the public screen of the live broadcast room, in addition to the dazzling system gift prompt screen, there was also a crazy influx of barrages.

The scene was very chaotic for a while.

Countless barrages flew past Leng Qingqing's eyes, but they did not affect her live broadcast at all.

Leng Qingqing was not surprised at all by the villagers' shock and replied calmly.

"The village chief doesn't know about this yet."

The villager's eyes widened even more, like a pair of big round copper bells: "This... even if you are a guest in our village, you can't make your own decisions like this. This is not good. I have to report it to our village chief. .”

Is it Leng Qingqing's own attention, or is it the result of joint discussions among all the guests?

The villagers really don't know this.

Ten bags of rice is not much, but if you draw ten people, it is one hundred bags of rice.

This quantity is indeed a lot, not to mention the rice weighing scale, the postage is a big expense.

Who will pay for this?

What the villagers care about is not rice, but unplanned changes.

This plan was not mentioned in the 'script' beforehand, and not all the rice belonged to the villagers. It was the joint effort of all the villagers in Dongli Township.

The villagers whispered, "I'll call the village chief first."

After saying that, he took out his mobile phone and prepared to walk outside the house.

Leng Qingqing stopped him: "Wait, uncle, the rice and postage for the lottery will come from me. There is no need to notify the village chief."