What Do I Want to Do with This Magnificent Beauty?

With agricultural machinery, the work of autumn harvest is much easier. Learning to operate the machine is easier than harvesting with bare hands.

The harvester at the old man's house is really easy to use. Harvesting, threshing, and bundling are integrated operations, and the speed is slow. In half a day, all the fields that the original program group planned for them to harvest in at least three days were all cleaned up!

For this kind of old man's forced violation of the rules, the program team has nothing to do with them. Fortunately, there is a backup plan, which is temporarily adjusted and increased activities, otherwise the material will not be enough.

At night, everyone was tired after a busy day. There was no water heater. Qishejiang used his expertise to boil some hot water. After taking a shower, everyone went to bed.

According to the agreement during the day, Zhang Yue and Qishejiang slept in the same bed. Before going to bed, they all heard Xiao Xiaowei and those funny guys talking about "same bed, different dreams".

In fact, Zhang Yue's biological clock is not too sleepy at this point, and he just leans on the bedside to play with his mobile phone and check Weibo.

He is actually quite awkward, not only because of his status as a co-sleeper, he is not used to sleeping in the same bed with others.Qishejiang was lying beside him, his eyes closed and he didn't know if he was asleep, that beautiful but hateful face was exposed...

"Are you surfing the Internet?" Qishejiang didn't open his eyes, but spoke suddenly.

Zhang Yue was taken aback. Although he had conflicts with Qishejiang, at the end of the day, Qishejiang borrowed the agricultural machinery and Qishejiang made the fire, so it was impossible to retaliate, "...Yes."

Qishejiang: "Can I ask you a question?"

Zhang Yue looked at him for a long time. After the previous few times, Zhang Yue was more prepared to speak to Qi Shejiang, so as not to be played with again, and said cautiously: "What?"

Qi Shejiang said with a straight accent, "Two three three three three, what do you mean?"

Zhang Yue: "..."

God damn two three three three three!Zhang Yue almost blurted out, are you kidding me again?

After thinking about it, there was still a camera in the room, so Qishejiang wouldn't be there.Isn't this guy mixed with some Western blood and has lived overseas? Doesn't he know much about domestic Internet culture?

Zhang Yue was dubious and explained to Qishejiang.

Qishejiang suddenly realized that he meant to laugh.He also saw it when he was learning about mobile phones, and he couldn't understand it. There was no such thing in the manual of the mobile phone. He tried to talk to the makeup artist, but they didn't seem to know what it meant.

Seeing how Zhang Yue often surfs the Internet, he asked and got the answer.

Qishejiang nodded solemnly, "Thank you."

Zhang Yue: "..."

He was silent for a while, then suddenly turned his head and covered his cold face with the quilt, shaking silently a few times.

Damn it, Qishejiang's serious appearance, especially when he asked him what 2333 means in Beijing accent just now, the more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he was.

……

Early the next morning, Zhang Yue got up, ready to hang his throat, but he found someone who got up earlier than him, and that was Qishejiang.

Qishejiang also got up to practice. His photographer couldn't believe it. He thought it would be easy to shoot with Qishejiang, but who knew he got up so early.

When Zhang Yue walked out, Qishejiang was already sitting outside the house plucking the strings. He had finished practicing the basic skills of cross talk, and now it was Zidi Shu's turn.

When Qishejiang heard Zhang Yue's movements, he turned to look at him, "Morning."

Zhang Yue was quite surprised, walked over, put his hands in his pockets, "...are you practicing?"

"I have to work during the day, so take advantage of this time to practice." Qishejiang said calmly.

Zhang Yue was surprised, but also felt a little strange. After hearing Qishejiang's singing, he should have thought of it a long time ago. It must not be the effect that can be produced by fishing for three days and drying the net for two days.

Qishejiang looked at him again, smiled suddenly, plucked the strings with his fingers, and Zhang Yue recognized it after only one bar. This was his own song, the one that Qishejiang boasted about in the toilet at the previous party , his masterpiece "Autumn Water".

"I only listened to it once, so I'm not sure how to play it accurately." Qishejiang returned.

Zhang Yue was a little surprised, "That's the only time you've heard it?"

If it weren't for the sincerity written on Qishejiang's face, Zhang Yue would have thought he was lying to himself, and his original song wasn't even a sanxian.And if Qishejiang really only heard that one time, didn't he deliberately provoke him in the toilet?

Zhang Yue looked at Qi Shejiang, but Qi Shejiang was bowing his head and playing the strings.

Maybe Zhang Yue was surprised, but for those old artists who depended on their crafts for a living and would starve to death if they couldn't perform well, he was nothing.

Qishejiang still remembered that at that time, because the audience liked novelty, they watched all kinds of reverse plays and funny plays.In order to attract audiences, the owner of his father's singing garden tried to change Western dramas into Chinese operas, and hired musicians who could play Western musical instruments to accompany them, making a hodgepodge.

My father couldn't read Chinese characters, and he couldn't read music scores. The musician also said that it was not easy to rehearse.As a result, his father only asked him to play it twice, and he sang it perfectly, which made him admire.

Qishejiang's fingers plucked lightly on the strings, as if time and space had never changed, and even his body had muscle memory. Every contact with the strings was a familiar feeling.

Zhang Yue couldn't help but hummed his own song in a low voice following Qishejiang's sanxian. His voice was like a lake rippling under the ice, both penetrating and transparent, and containing subtle and complex emotions. With a sense of distance and space.

This kind of timbre is complementary to the round and full sanxian sound image at the same height, and the string sound completely supports his singing.

"...The autumn water flows from spring to winter, and the sea level does not seem to make any difference... You have counted 39 sycamore trees flying from the green mountains, but your face is red with wine."

Qishejiang turned his head to look at Zhang Yue, and the strings were in tune with him.

After the lingering sound, Zhang Yue and Qishejiang looked at each other for three seconds, and suddenly said in unison, "You look so good!"

The two immediately laughed.

This is what strange telepathy makes sense.

Qishejiang put down the sanxian casually, "I'll go and boil some hot water, and everyone can wash up later."

Zhang Yue gave a "hmm" and still squatted in the same place. After a while, he found it interesting again, and laughed twice with his head buried in his head.

The cameraman of the two of them thought to himself that the impromptu cooperation just now was very good, but unfortunately according to the program's setting, at least in the first few episodes, the two of them were destined to be edited tit for tat, otherwise they would disappoint the audience's expectations.

I don't know if this picture will be released in the future.

……

Xie Qing got up, swayed out in her slippers, and heard Qishejiang call him to wash his face with hot water.

He walked over and saw that Zhang Yue was also washing his face, and Qishejiang was holding a ladle beside him, poured hot water into it, and asked, "Okay, let's talk."

Zhang made an appointment for a while, and said "hmm", "It's all right."

Qishejiang poured the remaining water into another basin and handed it to Xie Qing.

Xie Qing was a little dazed holding the basin, why did he feel that these two people are much more harmonious!Although this dialogue is not particularly intimate!

Shaking her head, Xie Qing felt that it was her own illusion, since Zhang Yue was a little awkward yesterday.

When it was time to eat, not only Xie Qing, but also Xiao Xiaowei and Zhou Dong felt the smell.They had known Zhang Yue for so long, so how could they not see that Zhang Yue and Qishejiang didn't talk much, but Zhang Yue's stinging energy was gone.

"Hey, what's the matter with you two, do you recognize him as the eldest brother?" Zhou Dong asked Zhang Yue in a low voice.

"Fuck you." Zhang Yue casually stuffed the steamed bun into Zhou Dong's mouth and walked away.

Zhou Dong took out the steamed bun, chewed it, "Ha, I see, it must be a room last night, Jesse put him in bed."

Xiao Xiaowei and Xie Qing laughed sullenly: "Hahahahaha, isn't that right, the Internet now calls him Concubine Zhang."

Zhang Yue: "..."

These guys knew what he could hear, right? ?

During the day, they were all doing other jobs assigned by the director, such as harvesting fruits and shepherding sheep. Many families in this village stocked black goats.

In the end, Qishejiang was the one who was most comfortable in water. He played it more than the others, which made the director murmur. It was hard work for the sake of word of mouth.

In the evening, I went to one of the guests' homes to have an open-air barbecue. I also invited some villagers, including the old man who borrowed their agricultural machinery. The scene was quite lively.

After eating almost, some people booed and performed, singing, dancing, and playing the guitar.

"Jesse is coming too!" A guest who knew Xia Yiwei shouted, "You come to Yiwei's song!"

Qishejiang didn't have any works himself, so he thought of course he was singing a fucking song.

Because Xiao Xiaowei and the others lived with Qishejiang for more than a day, they still remembered his joke, and they all said, "Hey, it's okay to talk about cross talk! Don't you come across as a cross talk artist?"

When Qishejiang heard it, he took a stone and drew a circle on the ground, took a pot cover casually, and put it upside down under his feet, "Then let me tell you a little bit, if you think it sounds good, you will hold more."

Everyone laughed, thinking he was joking.

On the contrary, Zhang Yue thought about it, Qishejiang seemed so skilled.

When he first started learning art, Qishejiang followed his master, picking out cages for the master, just doing odd jobs, and when the master was performing arts, he would pick up props, collect money, and serve tea.

From then on, I would sell art at stalls during the day, and go to kiln alleys at night, that is, go to night entertainment places, especially places like brothels to continue performing art.

So when it comes to the experience of performing arts, Qishejiang is so rich that he doesn't feel embarrassed at all. It's all for eating.

Just now he drew a circle on the ground, which is called "painting pot". In the past, it was a kind of painting on the ground. There was no fixed ground, and he could perform wherever he wanted. Pot, but also hope to earn money to eat.

Qishejiang has also thought about some words suitable for this time these days. While talking about small jokes, while observing the crowd, he really wanted to do something, and he had already finalized "Resurrection".

He said this in the teahouse before, but none of the people present had heard of it.

Most of them are colleagues here. They agreed to watch the performance, and their attention was still concentrated. Qishejiang didn't read the final poem, and went straight to work.

"...Yang Haoshan was choking, saying that you are not the same as a muddled county magistrate? Can't you arrange a man for me? But he is a little devil, how can he fight against the king of Hades? In the end he pinched his nose and said to me Anyway, let's be an official's wife. County magistrate, it's your turn to be unlucky today!"

Unknowingly, the scene became more and more quiet, and everyone was listening to Qishejiang's story.

You must know that the guests present are basically celebrities who have eaten and seen them before. That's it, they were all brought into Qishejiang's story without realizing it.

Even on the top of the wall, at some point or other, a group of half-grown children from the village were lying down, listening to stories there. Qishejiang's voice was heard far away, and they could hear it clearly, laughing from time to time.

"Yang Haoshan was in a hurry. He stripped off his clothes, turned the county magistrate on the canopy bed, and cried and said: Come if you have the ability, and see if I don't kill you today!" After 10 minutes, Qi She Jiang cut off the conversation, but everyone still had something to say.

"Wait, this story is not over yet!"

"Damn it, it won't be a lamp later on, right?"

"Hahahahahahahaha, it's not suitable for children, drive the children away and let's continue listening."

"Hey, it won't be the same as I thought, the county magistrate will be punished instead of..."

"This story will take about two hours to finish." Qishejiang said, he could go on, but he wasn't sure if these people had the energy to listen.

That's right, before I know it, it's almost nine o'clock, and I have to wash up and go to bed.

Everyone stood up regretfully, "Then tomorrow, you can continue talking tomorrow night!"

"Wait!" Qishejiang suddenly shouted.

Everyone paused and looked at him suspiciously.

Qishejiang picked up the lid of the pot, "Everyone, the pot is waiting at home."

"Pfft haha." Everyone laughed, but they didn't bring any money with them when they came here. They all earned it on the spot. They squeezed out five or ten yuan and put it in Qishejiang's pot lid.

The same is true for the villagers who came to visit, and voted for three 50 yuan.

Qishejiang went around and collected it, and saw that there was also 80 yuan, so he happily put it away, "Thank you, everyone, I have meat to eat tomorrow."

……

The days in the countryside passed quickly, and before I knew it, the remaining three days passed in a blink of an eye, and it was time to go back.

A guest from another group said regretfully: "I have no regrets here. The only thing is that the story of Jesse was not finished two days ago. I have been thinking about him breaking there these days, and my heart is very itchy. He is still old. I don’t want to say directly what’s going on behind the scenes.”

Everyone else agreed, but it was not a big deal. They originally said they would listen to it the next day, but they couldn't stand the fact that the program had activities every day, so they had to shoot enough material.As a result, there is no chance to sit together and listen to stories like that day.

Just like the audience who heard the first half of Qishejiang's talk in the teahouse before, they felt itchy and wanted to know what happened next.

This passage can be regarded as a trap for them!

It's not that Qishejiang doesn't want to say it, but stand-up comedy is indeed a bit of a trick, and it was all researched when he was doing a show. The main purpose is to stimulate the plot, pack a lot of burden, and attract the audience.

When the audience is fascinated by listening and wants to know the result of the next step, they will stop him and ask for rewards. Only when the money is in hand can they continue.

But because of the pursuit of stories, many texts are actually not particularly logical, and artists need to make up for it with performances.

If he talked about what happened later in a few words and didn't fully interpret it, and just talked about the development of the plot, people would be very disappointed and even feel anticlimactic.

Even the old man who had been guiding them deliberately held Qishejiang's hand when he said goodbye, and said with a trembling accent, "Little Qi!"

"Hey, uncle." Qishejiang smiled at the uncle.

The old man said earnestly and earnestly: "Since the new society, I haven't seen you so appetizing for many years!"

……

Not to mention the old man, when the first episode was broadcast, apart from Qishejiang and Zhang Yuena being cut into tit-for-tat conflicts, the most talked about by the audience was the cross talk about Qishejiang.

After all, the program group is very vicious and kept the main line and important burdens, and even released the full version in the official website tidbits...

After watching it, the audience collapsed: "It's a buddhist farming variety show, why should I chase after it! Voice!! Lian! Zai??"