Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

Thank you, thank you. Our team had a total of six people, an equal number of men and women, and we were the first to arrive, so we were assigned an oversized tent.

This was the first time in Song Pingqing's life that he knew a tent could actually have two bedrooms and a living room!

In order to avoid conflicts caused by students fighting over sites for camping, the school has divided the entire camping area, drawn auxiliary lines on the ground with white lime and marked numbers. After choosing a location, students need to register in time at the tent collection area.

Murong Xue has always been the person responsible for making the final decisions in the team. She turned the four-axis around, took out the compass and looked at it very carefully, and finally chose a campsite closest to the southwest edge.

Number, sixty-four.

After Wu Qiming knew the number, he went to register, leaving the other five people waiting there.

In just ten minutes, the guy came back and said that the registration was completed and they could start setting up camp.

Murong Xue has never been good at this kind of thing, but Song Pingqing is pretty good. However, the tent is too big and is divided into three parts.

The six people worked together to build the "hall" in the middle first, and then divided into two groups to build the "rooms" on the left and right sides of the "hall". After an hour and a half of hard work, the tent with two rooms and one living room was finally completed.

"It's so difficult. Why do I have to learn this kind of thing just to plant trees?" Song Pingqing just lay on his back in the tent.

"Hey, brother, let me tell you, I've seen some people in the groups next to us get so hungry that they started eating the snacks they brought with them."

Gu Zongnian ran in excitedly: "We are really quick. I heard that we can distribute food after the inspection."

As he was speaking, Wu Qiming had already called the teacher in charge of the inspection.

The teacher who checked it nodded with satisfaction: "It's a good match."

After that, he took out a B5-sized card from his bag and asked, "What's the name of your team?"

Several people smiled at each other and said in unison: "We are on each other's side!"

The teacher who was checking the name couldn't help but burst out laughing. Realizing that he had lost control, he coughed and waved his hands: "What a good name, what a good name."

While laughing, he wrote the team name on the card.

"Really? His hands are shaking from laughing. How can he write beautifully for us?" Gu Zongnan said dissatisfiedly.

"Be quiet, no one thinks you're dumb."

Liu Junjie rolled her eyes at him.

"Here, this is your team card. With this card, you can go get the boiler, food, and sleeping bags. Each team has five opportunities to ask for help, which can be used to build tents, cook, guide the use of sleeping bags, etc. Every time you use an opportunity to ask for help, one square will be crossed out."

The inspector explained the rules of using the team cards very seriously: "At the end of the activity, the team that has not used the opportunity to ask for help can get extra points. Come on!"

"Okay!" Gu Zongnian responded enthusiastically, "Let's go move the things!!!"

Murong Xue and Liu Junjie were left to watch the tent. Seeing that it was already half past eleven, the other four hurried to move things.

"For a team of six, take six potatoes, six cucumbers, four tomatoes, three carrots, one bamboo shoot, one pound of mushrooms, two pounds of green vegetables, five pounds of meat, six eggs, six cartons of milk, three pounds of flour or three pounds of rice, and two hundred milliliters of oil every day. Each of the remaining seasonings can take one bottle, and there is no limit on the amount of onions, ginger, and garlic."

Both in terms of quantity and variety, these things are quite abundant.

The prerequisite is that those rich kids have to be familiar with it.

The help card can only be used for five times. Do I have to use it every time to ask for help for cooking? Five days of activities, asking for help to cook five lunches, and making do with morning and evening meals?

That's too outrageous. I'm afraid these kids will complain when they get home.

I don’t know how much food will be wasted in this event. It’s such a sin.

Song Pingqing was complaining in his heart. The teacher who was in charge of distributing the food looked at the card Wu Qiming handed in and gave them a camper van that was big enough to hold all the food.

"You guys go and pick. Those who come early can pick better parts of the meat."

Boy, there's competition everywhere.

"Brother, you stay and pick the ingredients, we'll go over there and move the other things?" Wu Qiming asked, "Can you carry it back by yourself?"

"We have a camper, what are you afraid of?" Song Pingqing waved his hand.

In order to enrich the fun of the event, the area for selecting dishes was designed to look like a vegetable market, with various ingredients displayed on each stall.

Isn't this just walking into a trap? Old Mrs. Song has lived in the countryside. How could the quality of the dish escape her scrutiny?

When an old lady enters the vegetable market, the destructive power is extremely great.

"This potato is not good. It's green."

"Oh, the light you shine on this meat has turned red. Isn't that deceptive? Forget it. You are the only butcher shop and I have no choice."

"Give me two ribs, two pounds of tenderloin, and a pound of sirloin."

"Hey, hey, hey, is your scale accurate? Why does it feel wrong when I hold it?"

The expression of the staff member playing the vegetable vendor changed from calm to expressionless numbness at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In all the years that Baihua Academy has been hosting events, this is the first time I've seen kids who were so mercenary and didn't feel out of place when shopping in the vegetable market.

She spoke very convincingly and could even pick up two ounces of meat with her hands.

Song Pingqing dragged the car back and arrived at the camp where his team was located. He saw all kinds of pots and pans at the door, and even a small refrigerator and power supply.

The three boys were nowhere to be seen.

"So many!" Song Pingqing was stunned.

This is too complete, it's like living in the wild.

"My brother said you are very good at cooking, so they took back everything they could." There was a hint of doubt in Liu Junjie's eyes.

"Good guys, I'm just calling them good guys, they are really rude. Eh? Where are they?" Song Pingqing looked for a long time but didn't see them.

"I'm going to get a sleeping bag." Murong Xue walked out of the house. "There are too many things to do in one trip."

After that, she pointed to the ground and said, "It took me two trips to get these back."

"Great." Song Pingqing rolled up his sleeves, "Wait for lunch!"

Before they finished peeling the potatoes, the three men came back carrying sleeping bags. Gu Zongnian looked at Song Pingqing who was peeling potatoes and rushed over with a cry of "Ouch!" "How can my brother do this kind of work! Let me help!"

Song Pingqing raised his eyebrows and handed him a potato. Seeing him peel a huge potato until only half was left, he couldn't help but sigh: "Can you stop destroying things?"

"Why is this thing so difficult?" Gu Zongnan was such a serious and stubborn person that he just couldn't get along with this potato.

"You think every team has an all-around player like your big brother?" Song Pingqing gave a thumbs up and said, "With your big brother here, you won't have to talk too much!"

"What is an all-round player?" Gu Zongnan and Liu Junjie had never seen Song Pingqing cook, so they asked curiously.

"Of course it is: he can be a lady in the living room and in the kitchen; he can hug beautiful ladies and beat up hooligans." Song Pingqing hugged Murong Xue and said with a grin.

"Oh my, your hoof has rubbed mud onto my clothes!" Murong Xue got furious.

"Okay, big brother, you really don't care about your face." Gu Zongnian couldn't help but say, "You can even cook. There should be a limit to bragging."

"Then don't eat it." Song Pingqing continued to peel potatoes.

Some are happy, some are crying.

The students in grades three and four basically have the experience of the previous two years, and they have already communicated with each other about who is responsible for what. Although they quarrel a lot, they get along relatively harmoniously.

Some people, in order to avoid the embarrassment of not having enough food, either prepare a bag of instant food or learn a simple home cooking dish early, ready to show off their skills at this moment.

In comparison, the second grade was in complete chaos.

"Ahhhhh you got oil all over me!"

"Are you stupid? There's mud on the food! Why don't you wash it clean?"

"How do you start this fire?"

Compared to the noisy and noisy atmosphere of others, there is real harmony among our team.

Song Pingqing swore with her grandmotherly soul that she only performed the most basic operations of a grandmother taking care of her grandchildren and prepared a table full of delicious dishes.

You know, the grandson’s favorite thing to do is to suddenly order food when grandma is almost done cooking.

For example, when Song Pingqing had finished cooking the sixth dish, Gu Zongnan suddenly said that he wanted to eat shredded pork with fish flavor.

"Go home and find your nanny. Big brother is here to cook for you?" Song Pingqing scolded back without any hesitation, "Fish-flavored pork shreds? I think you look the most like fish-flavored pork shreds!"

Hmm…how is this not considered grandma behavior.

Song Pingqing successfully won the first place among all the second-grade teams with a dish of sweet and sour pork.

"There is such a student in your class? Who is he?" After Teacher Zhang couldn't help but show off to others that this was a student in his class, a teacher asked curiously.

"A relative of the Murong family." Teacher Zhang thought for a moment and said, "I often hear Murong Xue call her sister."

"The Murong family is truly a place of hidden dragons and crouching tigers."

Who said no.

At this moment, Song Pingqing's reputation as the big brother became more famous along with the fragrant food. No one would make things difficult for a cook when they were starving.

"Brother, can you please cook for us?"

"Brother, can I pay you to cook for us?"

It wasn't even Song Pingqing's turn to take action against these people. Murong Xue directly rebuked them with one sentence: "Is my sister Murong Xue your aunt? How could she owe you such a small amount of money?"

"Did you hear that? My sister said she won't do it!" Song Pingqing's hatred was firm.

Even if they are not allowed to cook, they can always learn from others. They eat well, but they can't show off too much.

At 3 pm, all students gathered in the small square and set out to plant trees. They participated in a tree planting competition in small teams.

The top three teams in each grade in terms of per capita tree planting will receive 10 points, fourth to seventh will receive 7 points, eighth to tenth will receive 5 points, and the remaining teams that plant more than two trees will each receive 2 points.

In a competition, if you make a mistake, all the steps will be wrong, and if you are slow, all the steps will be slow. A team that didn't have enough food at noon naturally didn't have the energy to participate in the afternoon competition.

The division of labor in a six-man team is definitely more balanced than that in a four-man team, which is a great advantage.

Murongxue was in charge. Song Pingqing and Wu Qiming were group A, Gu Zongnian and Liu Junxi were group B, they took turns to carry water and dig holes, while Murongxue and Liu Junjie were responsible for watering and logistics.

There is no way. After all, everyone has their own expertise. We really cannot expect the strongest brain and the first commander to do physical work.

Gu Zongnan carried water twice and was exhausted. He didn't even mention being a gentleman anymore. He looked at the Brain and the First Commander with resentment in his eyes.

As a result, Liu Junjie, who stayed where she was, watched them digging the pit for a long time. She used the iron rack that she had not used for cooking at lunch, and somehow managed to make a simple lever, which directly increased the work efficiency of the digging team.

"Did you see it? The brain is the primary productive force." The genius gave the resentful ghost a big eye roll.

"Change, change, change." Gu Zongnian cried, "I can't move a step further."

Song Pingqing took off his gloves and threw them into his arms: "You are really a wimp."

"The water is too heavy. My hands are numb from carrying it." Gu Zongnan didn't think it was his problem.

As a result, I saw Song Pingqing and Wu Qiming taking a pole, carrying a bucket of water, and walking very easily.

Gu Zongnan is autistic.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, when the competition ended, each team planted one tree per person, and won the first place in the second grade group.

Points +10. Congratulations.

Planting trees exhausted everyone's physical strength and energy, so Song Pingqing made dinner very simple, mainly cold dishes, boiled dishes, porridge and mixed vegetables. After dinner, everyone was free to rest.

Although the tent has two bedrooms and a living room, the two rooms are really small, each only four square meters, which is equivalent to a two-meter by two-meter bed at home.

This time, the eldest lady had to occupy a large area for herself. After getting into the sleeping bag, Murongxue slept in the position closest to the living room, Song Pingqing slept in the middle, and Liu Junjie slept on the outermost side.

Originally, Song Pingqing should have slept on the outermost side, but the limit that Murong Xue could accept was to sleep only next to Song Pingqing.

Well, she is the eldest daughter after all, so what else can we do except pamper her?

I was exhausted from planting trees and fell asleep as soon as I got into my sleeping bag.

The night passed in silence. When they woke up the next day, everyone except Song Pingqing felt sore all over.

"Big brother's strength is so terrifying, but there is no reaction at all."

Seeing that it was Song Pingqing who moved so freely, Wu Qiming was dumbfounded: "You should at least pretend, so that we can balance ourselves."

Hearing this, Song Pingqing touched his lower back and said perfunctorily, "Oh, my lower back hurts from sleeping."

"You're pretending too much." Liu Junxi came in from outside, dragging a cart of food. "I've brought back all the food as you said. Let's see what we're going to have for breakfast this morning."

"Let's eat something delicious!" Song Pingqing rolled up his sleeves and sharpened his knife to cut the carrots.

"Brother! Brother! I was wrong! Please don't be a carrot ahhhhhhhh—I don't eat carrots ahhhhhhh—" Wu Qiming was about to kneel down.

He is so picky about food, just like Song Pingqing's grandson in his previous life.

Gu Zongnian, who came late behind Wu Qiming, was also confused. He looked at Song Pingqing with resentment in his eyes: "Brother, he was the only one who made you unhappy this morning. Can you give all the carrots to him alone?"

"Or I'll beat him up for you, and you can give him my carrot."

Brothers should share hardships, but they fly away from each other in front of carrots.

Song Pingqing held a kitchen knife in his hand and showed a very arrogant smile: "Whoever is picky about food will be punished by not being allowed to eat with us for the next few days. Just eat raw food yourself!"

The two men suddenly became as quiet as quails.

Or maybe it’s better to offend no one than the person who cooks the pot.