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They staggered and walked. Although She Yue said she didn't like walking, she really wouldn't drag anyone down.It's just that there are many stones in the river valley, and if you step on it unsteadily, it's easy to sprain your feet, and Jack is a person with a really underdeveloped cerebellum, so they didn't walk fast. When they arrived at the small village arranged by the program group, they naturally became the last one.

I don’t know how the program team found such a village. It is built on the mountain, and every household is not close to each other. There are small slopes with scattered heights one after another. There are probably tourists who like to hike here, so the village can still be visited. The house was vacated for the three groups of guests to live in, but some of the staff of the program group were going to sleep in tents at the entrance of the village.

When Hu Lu and She Yue arrived, the other two groups of guests had already gone back to the house to rest.The staff handed Hu Lu a sign and asked him to find a house according to the number.She Yue casually asked, "Is our house the worst?"

The chief director said righteously: "Our program group does not discriminate."

She Yue didn't remind him of the three tents last night, and just muttered: "I remember that there is always a part of choosing a house in reality shows."

The chief director rarely made a joke, "There are indeed variety shows where fathers bring their sons."

With just a few sentences, Hu Lu has already gone ahead to look at the house.She Yue was overjoyed when she heard the chief director's words, and raised her head to call Hu Lu.

"Wow, wow—"

After he finished calling, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Huh?"

Although all the staff didn't keep up with this person's brain circuit, they all shouted in their hearts that something was wrong.

Sure enough, She Yue, or She Yue's music library never disappoints.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, seven melons on one vine..."

The crisp nursery rhymes are occasionally mixed with the childish shouts of the dolls: "Monster, let my grandpa go!"

She Yue turned her head to say goodbye to the chief director with a smile, and said, "Although it's not a father-son variety show, grandparents are not bad."

After finishing speaking, he flew past like a gust of wind, smiled and said to Hu Lu, "Grandpa is here!"

Then Hu Lu covered his mouth and locked his throat and dragged him away.

Jack hurriedly followed, seeing She Yue climbing the slope easily, he couldn't hold back and asked him, "Don't you like walking?"

She Yue turned her head and smiled at Jack. Before saying anything, Hu Lu put her shoulders on She Yue's shoulders and answered for him: "This guy has been climbing various mountains with his mother since he was a child, and he doesn't feel tired at all. Walking on level ground is like killing him."

When Jack heard about climbing the mountain, his spiritual nerves were touched immediately and he became excited.Climbing with my mother, where are you climbing mountains? Taoist temples and temples!

He can't wait to hear She Yue tell some of the stories that happened right away, but right now it's in the middle of the show, and finding a house is a small task. In the previous meeting, the director said that there should be no missing scenes in the task, so he can only pause temporarily.

The houses here are quite far away, and the roads are not easy to walk. It must be tiring to search the whole village to find a house.She Yue and Hu Lu were the last group to arrive. The house itself is not much different from the other two groups, but the location is a bit remote.You may have missed a house when you were not paying attention.

She Yue and Hu Lu turned over two slopes and decided to ask the locals, but the place is in the south, and as we all know, the southern accent has many tricks and is very exclusive.To learn a foreign language, at least there are textbooks. When encountering southerners speaking their native dialect, they really suspect that the other party is engaging in encrypted communication.It is conceivable that in such a small mountain village, almost no one can speak Mandarin, and their native dialect, except for the locals, basically cannot understand it, so when asking for directions, they just look confused and ask. It's the joke of the show.

Jack followed the two of them to the door of a house, only to see She Yue knocking on the half-covered door, an old lady sitting in the yard, wearing a plain gray-blue cloth, she saw them, she bowed her head and started to talk again. Fiddle with things in your hands.Just as Hu Lu was about to ask, She Yue saw something like mud in the old lady's hand with sharp eyes, so she tugged Hu Lu and signaled the two to leave first.

They went to another family to ask, this time it was a kind-faced woman who seemed very enthusiastic, but they just opened their mouths, and they didn't understand a single word like they were listening to a scripture.

The woman may have also reacted, and was a little embarrassed for a while.She Yue laughed and said it was okay. Hu Lu picked up a wooden stick from the side, and with the woman's consent, he simply drew a house on the ground, and then drew a road leading to the house. Finally, he pointed to the camera, and the woman It didn't take long to understand.

After giving directions, the three of them arrived at the house allocated by the program group not long after. It was a hut of tens of square meters. The yard outside was quite large, but it was also full of messy things.Pushing open the door, the walls inside were black, and the light transmission in the room was poor, and the lights had to be turned on during the day.There are not many things in the house, She Yue glanced at it and said with a smile: "It's hard for the program team to find such a house that no one lives in and give it to us."

"How did you know?"

She Yue pointed to the electric wire, "New." Then she pointed to the only bed in the room, "It was just patched."

"Whether someone lives is not judged by how old it is, but by how new it is."

Hu Lu cupped his hands, "Be taught, be taught."

She Yue gently shook her wrist, "Hey—don't do this."

After finding the house, the mission process is temporarily over.Taking advantage of She Yue being a good teacher, Jack asked: "What is the mud that old lady was holding in her hand just now?"

While wiping the furniture in the house with water, She Yue replied, "It's the embryo of incense, which can eventually be made into incense for worshiping gods."

Jack remembered She Yue's cautious attitude at that time, and immediately made up several horror novels related to it. He leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "Is there something weird about that incense?"

Hu Lu happened to receive the bedding provided by the program group at this time, and said while making the bedding: "Jack, are you weird? Why are you so interested in these things?"

Jack chuckled, and leaned closer to She Yue again, as if he would not give up until he reached his goal.

Hu Lu didn't make the bed anymore, and turned to rush to She Yue, sitting on the bed half hung behind him, listening to She Yue's upcoming "science popularization".

"Not only is the fragrance not weird, but it's very rare."

"It's not because of how good the material is. The reason I'm familiar with it is because my mother has friends who can make incense by themselves. It's not for anything else, but they are made with sincerity."

Jack's family is a general belief, and he will burn some when he goes to the grave of his ancestors, so he doesn't understand these things at all.So he asked: "The one you bought is dishonest, isn't it?"

"That's not true. The point is not to buy or make, but the heart. Worshiping gods and praying for blessings is the process of communicating with the sky. This kind of communication of pure thoughts requires concentration, which is faith. And incense is a medium, which can help You can transmit signals better, just like a belief aid. Whether the aid is good or bad is just an aid, and in the final analysis depends on how strong your faith is. So it is not required to make incense yourself.”

Jack asked again: "Is that better or do it yourself?"

She Yue shook her head, "It's up to whoever makes the incense. Regardless of the material, the first-class incense is made by people with pure and strong beliefs. Whether it's incense or currency for the underworld, this kind of people are more respected by the gods designated by faith." Ghosts are welcome. Second-class incense is made by people with an empty heart. Incense made by such people is easier to use for channeling, because it is not limited to objects, and it is not mixed with wishes. It is a more convenient currency. Third-class incense is for people with messy hearts. What they do, they often have complicated thinking and distracted minds, and the things they make sometimes interfere with the auxiliary effect. Most of the first-class incense is used internally, and second-class incense is rare. After all, people who have no desires and desires are rare. Waiting for incense is the most common, but that is also the past tense. Now that machinery is automated, most of the incense is pressed out by machines. Without human will, the auxiliary effect is almost zero. Those who can communicate with their own gods all rely on themselves will."

Speaking of this, She Yue wrinkled her nose, "However, some gods don't like the smell of engine oil. Although we can't smell it, they don't like it, so we should avoid it."

Jack's eyes sparkled when he heard that, and Hu Lu couldn't help but lie on She Yue's back and snigger when he saw it from She Yue's shoulder.She Yue impatiently patted Hu Lu's arm on her shoulders, and said to Jack: "The old lady just now is very skillful, and it seems that she often makes incense. No matter whether she was in a calm mood or not, we can't disturb her Although her state may not necessarily cause Xiang to do poorly, it is still considered a courtesy."

"Oh yes yes."

Jack understood.

When his curiosity was satisfied and he wanted to ask more questions, the phone rang suddenly.

When Jack saw that it was the chief director's number, he immediately jumped up in fright, "Oops, I forgot that I was still filming the show!"

The chief director scolded Jack on the phone, and asked him to convey the next task instead. After 2 p.m., three ingredients were selected to complete the collection, and then the evening meal was prepared together.

"What about lunch?"

Several groups of guests raised questions.

The chief director sat behind the scenes and smiled slightly, "Now is the time for free activities for everyone!"

Several groups of guests forced their smiles. Among them, Meng Jiaojiao, because of her good cooking skills, asked Matt to help him borrow some ingredients to make a lunch by herself.After Cao Da and Ye Longjie borrowed some side dishes from next door, they also received food from Meng Jiaojiao not far from their home, and they also made up a meal.Only She Yue and Hu Lu lived in a remote house with no neighbors around, so it seemed to be a difficult problem to solve lunch.

At this time, the bed had been made, and the two of them were sitting cross-legged. Hu Lu asked She Yue, "Are you hungry?"

The chief director heard the misery, sadness and helplessness, and he has already thought about what music to accompany this segment.The erhu opens up the bitterness of life, mixed with the sadness of the wind blowing through the window, and a few fallen leaves in the later stage, what words should be added to make it more interesting?

While the chief director was still thinking, She Yue rubbed her stomach, "I ate too much greasy food in the morning, so I'm not hungry now."

Hu Lu breathed a sigh of relief, "Great, I'm afraid you'd force me to eat. I'm an idol who is supposed to drink fairy water and be full!"

Director Hou vomited blood outside the mirror, do you still remember that you are an idol? !With no makeup on and male friends cuddling in a reality show, not one of them is foolish and weird, do you still remember that you are an idol? !

In the camera, She Yue "cut" and looked down at her watch, "It's 12:50, if we meet at 1 o'clock, that means there is still more than an hour, there is plenty of time, let's go to bed."

Director Hou just picked up a glass of water and sprayed it out instantly, pouring it all on the chief director's sparse and dry hair.

Amidst the chief director's roar, Director Hou humbled and shed tears.

Huiji will be hurt, probably talking about me.