After saving the rich and powerful, I became popular

Qi Cheng came out of the shower, and Wen Siyu went in instead.

He casually threw the clothes into the basket, and then took the corn from the dining room table in the living room into the kitchen.

After rinsing, put it into the pot and fill it with water.

Then he hummed a song, sat on the small wooden pier and started to learn how Zhou Jincheng taught him last night to make a fire.

As a result, after more than ten minutes of tossing around, the fire was not lit, and the little white face that had just been washed was wiped with ashes from the nose again.

The thick smoke came out and choked Qi Cheng away.

"Cough cough cough..." Qi Cheng ran to the yard, propping his knees with his hands, "Director, let's discuss something."

The director stood from behind the crowd to the front, holding his small horn, smiling, "What's the matter?"

"Can we replace a gas stove in Room 1?"

"Not at the moment," said the director.

"Why? Is it because we don't have a gas stove sponsorship for our show? Then how about I call and ask my brother to find one for you? If you find it, you can give me one for free."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the rich kid spoke.

Qi Cheng combined his own needs with his personality, and it was just right.

There are also program effects.

"No, isn't the other member of your No. 1 group good at cooking? He can burn firewood, so let him come." The director said.

"Aren't you afraid of being torn apart by his fans when your program team asks the famous actor to burn firewood?" Qi Cheng complained.

"There is also a video of Wen Siyu cooking firewood and frying rice in a big pot on the Internet, you can search for it and learn from it." The director does not advance and does not retreat.

Hearing that there was no hope of changing the stove, Qi Cheng rubbed his nose, thinking that he might just borrow the stove from Rocky Yang's family and give him half a corn.

Qi Cheng walked into Room 2.

As soon as the left foot entered the threshold, I heard a conversation in the kitchen.

Luo Qiyang: "Wu Mochao, you give me to eat."

Qi Cheng:? ? ?

Wu Mochao: "Add some green vegetables, it will give you more leaves with fine roots."

Rocky Young: "No, I don't want green vegetables, I don't want to eat vegetable leaves."

Wu Mochao: "No, you can eat all of them or none of them, just be hungry."

Luo Qiyang: "Then I will eat, eat thick ones, big ones, and pick less vegetable leaves."

Wu Mochao: "Yes."

"..." Qi Cheng silently raised his left foot and stepped out.

It's unreasonable that this show isn't popular.

A pair is more than a pair of bases.

Qi Cheng gave up seeking help and turned back to Room 1.

He walked into the kitchen and found that Wen Siyu was sitting on a small wooden pier in front of the stove, holding a thin strip of firewood with tongs in his hand and adding firewood to it.

The fire in the stove was very hot, and the firewood made a beeping sound.

"Brother Siyu?" Qi Cheng was startled, "Is this the fire you made?"

"En." Wen Siyu reached in with the tongs and poked the firewood to create a larger space for the flame to burn more vigorously.

Qi Cheng squatted by the side and watched, feeling that Wen Siyu's every move seemed to be a replica of last night's Zhou Jinjin burning fire.

He watched in silence for a while.

It was confirmed that Wen Siyu learned how to make fire after watching Zhou Jinjin burn firewood yesterday.

How else can I say that people are more popular than people.

Qi Cheng laughed dryly.

"Then you light the fire, and I'll cook." Qi Cheng grabbed Wen Siyu's arm and said.

When he grabbed it, he realized that Wen Siyu's muscles were really strong.

Hard.

Very powerful.

Wen Siyu didn't answer, but just lowered his eyes and stared at his dark hand on his arm.

Qi Cheng chuckled, took his hand back, wiped his pants clean, grabbed them again, and repeated without giving up, "Brother Siyu, from now on you come to light the fire, how about I cook? I'll also do the dishes. "

Qi Cheng felt that it was safer for him to be in charge for the time being.

Wen Siyu in the original book cooks well, and his skills are outstanding.

Good cooking is also a very popular label for Wen Siyu, and if it is not handled well, it will be easy to OOC.

Wen Siyu looked at his dark face and couldn't help asking: "Are you sure?"

Qi Cheng grinned, his neat teeth were dazzlingly white, then he raised his hand and patted Wen Siyu's shoulder, "Don't worry, leave it to me, I learned it before participating in the show."

Wen Siyu watched as the paw left a black paw print on his white shirt.

frown.

It's hard to trust.

In the afternoon, the director arranged a new round of lottery for them, drawing several vegetable plots and farms respectively.

The farm has fish ponds, chicken coops, duck coops, and pig pens.

Qi Cheng's family got a fish pond, Luo Qi's Yang family got a pigsty, Chi Zhou's got a chicken coop, and the rest of Cen Xing's family got a duck coop.

Luo Qiyang's first reaction when he got a pig was to look at the pig and howl, "Pig? I don't know how to kill pigs!"

"Why did you kill the pig?" Cen Xing asked.

"How can I eat pork if I don't kill the pig?" Rocky Yang asked.

"The director team probably won't let us kill pigs directly in the show." Cen Xing explained.

"Then why give me pigs?" Luo Qiyang wailed, "If you give me pigs but don't give me food, then I'm at a big loss? Your chickens and ducks can still lay eggs without killing them."

"Let you raise it, this is also the effect of the program." Cen Xing said.

"I..." Just as Luo Qiyang was about to swear, Wu Mochao, who was standing next to him, directly covered his mouth, "Don't make any noise, anyway, it's not me who feeds you in the end."

Rocky Yang struggled and bit Wu Mochao, "Then don't ask me to go feed the pigs with you in the future."

After Luo Qiyang finished speaking, he ran to Qi Cheng, "Chengcheng, I also want to visit your fish pond."

"Then let's go and have a look together." After Qi Cheng finished speaking, he turned to look at Wen Siyu, "Brother Siyu, are you together?"

Wen Siyu walked up to Qi Cheng's side.

Luo Qiyang was still walking beside Qi Cheng, but as the road became narrower, he was gradually squeezed behind.

The two people in front were taller than him, perfectly blocking his view.

The fish pond is huge.

There are also many fish.

A large wooden sign was planted in the corner of the fish pond, which read: Be careful, do not play in the water.

There are several lines of small print below this line of boldface.

Only fishing.

Opening hours are 4:00-5:00 pm every day.

"Director, do we only have one hour a day to fish? What if we can't catch anything?" Qi Cheng asked.

"If you can't catch it, you won't have anything to eat," said the director.

"Can you fish?" Qi Cheng asked Wen Siyu.

"I will, I will." Rocky Yang responded positively, jumping up and down with his hands raised.

"Catched." Wen Siyu said.

After a while, the program team gave them fishing props, saying that it was a free hour for the new opening on the first day.

Qi Cheng looked at the thin wooden branches in his hands, the white fishing rope that flew in front of him when the wind blew, and the rough fishhook that was obviously bent manually.

"Director, is this an earthen fishing rod? Can it catch fish?"

The director clapped his hands.

Immediately, a group of tanned little bastards sprang out from behind him.

Everyone held fishing rods in their hands, no different from what Qi Cheng held in his hands.

I saw that they were holding a large bucket on their elbows, and a four or five-year-old boy was following behind him, carrying a small bucket with a bunch of earthworms in it.

The child ran fast under his feet, scattered a few times, and scattered to start fishing.

They first baited the fishing rod, and then threw it into the fish pond.

The movements were nimble, and the speed was so fast that Qi Cheng was amazed.

A few minutes later, the child pulled out the fishing rod and brought up palm-sized fish along the way.

The fishing rod was bent accordingly.

Qi Cheng looked at it nervously, worried that the fishing rod would break and the fish would run away.

But the movements of these children were very skillful, quickly took the fish down, threw it into the bucket, and started a new round.

A total of half an hour.

The buckets brought by the children were mostly half filled.

The director shouted through a small loudspeaker, "Thank you, all the children in Jiuzhai Village, for your demonstration. The fish you caught just now can be taken home for free to eat at home, and you can register in the yard later, and our program team will give each of you a gift." A set of learning tools, I wish you progress in your studies."

A few children chattered and laughed, and ran away with the bucket on their shoulders.

Qi Cheng handed the seemingly fragile fishing rod to Wen Siyu, and asked again, "Brother Siyu, can you fish?"

Wen Siyu: "...I have never used this kind of pole before."

Luo Qiyang was eager to try, and grabbed the fishing rod in Qi Cheng's hand, "I think I will, let me try."

Rocky Yang rolled up his trousers, squatted down and imitated the children who started to take the bait just now.

Qi Cheng took a new fishing rod and tried it out.

"Are you all fishing?" The rest of the people also came over, imitating the example.

Luo Qiyang is a good teacher, so he taught them how to operate with the output of Quack, and also praised the kid just now for how good he is.

He spoke vigorously, danced with his hands and feet, stepped on the wet pond, slipped under his feet, and fell backwards towards the fish pond.

He opened his hands wide, subconsciously grabbing things randomly.

Qi Cheng was caught with his left hand.

Qi Cheng was looking at Wen Siyu's fishing posture with his back turned to him, and was dragged into the water by him without any preparation.

"Plop." The water splashed by Qi Cheng happened to splash Wen Siyu all over when it flew up.

"Luo Qiyang, what are you doing?" Qi Cheng stood up, felt something hit his thigh, bent down to fish, and grabbed a big fat fish with his bare hands.

"It's not because of me, you have a fish in your hand." Luo Qiyang's attention was taken away by the fish in his hand.

The fish frantically wagged its tail in Qi Cheng's hands, Qi Cheng shook his hand, and the fish flew away.

When flying over, the fish's tail flicked, just right at Wen Siyu's handsome face.

Wen Siyu: "..."

"Hahahahaha, did you see it? It was so funny just now, the fish actually hit Wen Siyu, I laughed so hard." Luo Qiyang stood in the water, laughing like a dick.

Wu Mochao gave him his hand, "Come up, the water is cold."

Wen Siyu wiped the water off his face, the fish was very fat, and the tail left a big red mark on his face.

Wen Siyu's face looked a little smelly.

Qi Cheng was afraid that he would lose his temper in a fit of anger, so he hurriedly imitated Luo Qiyang, stretched out his hand to Wen Siyu, smiled flatteringly and said, "Brother Siyu, I'm sorry, can you give me a hug? "

The atmosphere was deadlocked for more than ten seconds.

Rocky Yang next to him has been pulled up.

When Qi Cheng was worried, Wen Siyu held out his hand, held his palm, and dragged him.

Qi Cheng was about to use his strength to go up.

However, when Wen Siyu stood up, his feet slipped, and both of them lost their center of gravity.

Both fell into the fish pond.

"Boom." After the loud sound.

Everyone was shocked.

Qi Cheng's eyes widened, staring at Wen Siyu who was close at hand.

Wen Siyu was also completely dumbfounded.

They kissed.

fuck.

What kind of bloody plot is this?

Qi Cheng hadn't put any effort into his feet, Wen Siyu was hugging his waist, and his other foot was still raised above the water.

The posture has the taste of an ancient dog-blood drama.

Qi Cheng's mind was buzzing and he couldn't think at all.

The next moment, he felt that his body was suspended in the air and pushed out by a force.

"Boom."

Qi Cheng felt his back hit the water, and his whole body was instantly submerged in water.

"Hmm—" The suffocation that came over the face instantly made Qi Cheng jump up suddenly.

When he was breathing heavily, he looked down at himself, and he didn't look wet.

Looking carefully, the surroundings are no longer fish ponds, but the living room of Xiaguhe.

The drunken Xiaguhe was still lying on the sofa.

? ? ? ?

"I'm back again?" Qi Cheng was dumbfounded.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to complain about the bloody plot of the missed first kiss just now, or worried whether the plot would go back to the past again.

At this moment, his cell phone vibrated.

[Unknown source: Congratulations on completing the task of story A, this level will not be retracement. ]

[Qi Cheng: What do you mean? ]

[Unknown source: You can read the script for details. ]

The script is at home.

Qi Cheng thought for a while, and found a quicker way. He searched the original novel by Cui Songyuan on the Internet, searched for the plot based on his memory, and soon found the plot of the fish pond.

【Qi Cheng fell into the pond, when Wen Siyu stretched out his hand to pull him, his feet slipped, Qi Cheng took the opportunity to grab Wen Siyu, and they both fell into the water, their lips pressed together. 】

Qi Cheng: "..."

Fuck, do you want to be so bloody!