In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

Song Hongguo's nod undoubtedly gave Qiao Yonghui a long-lost surprise. In an instant, the face that was so indifferent to the point of deathly silence burst out with a burning light. It was hope and vitality, as if someone was looking at the cold and helpless man. In the dark night, it helped him light a fire, allowing him to find a way out in a desperate situation...

He was afraid that extreme happiness would lead to sadness, and he was even more afraid that it was a dream. He asked again uncertainly, "Really? Do you really have a way to cure my mother and my eldest sister's illness?"

If there was no spiritual spring water, Song Hongguo really wouldn't dare to vouch for it. Now, let's just think that Wang Erni did something good indirectly. She nodded again, but she had to make it clear, "Your mother's illness is too lingering." You need to drink medicine for a while to recuperate. The injuries on your eldest sister's body are easy to cure, and the root causes of the miscarriage can also be removed. But her psychological problems cannot be cured by medicine. She has to think about it on her own. You guys Please give me more advice..."

Qiao Yonghui thought of his eldest sister lying half-dead on the bed, and the fire that had just risen in his heart cooled down a bit. However, he finally felt energetic, "I understand, as long as her body is fine, everything else...slowly Take your time."

Zhao Zhenhua echoed, "Yes, treat the disease first and take good care of yourself. Then the rest will gradually get better. Not everyone can bully the girls in our village."

These words are undoubtedly supporting Qiao Yonghui.

Qiao Yonghui subconsciously refused, "Don't worry..."

He didn't want to cause trouble to the Zhao family, so he took care of him secretly in private, but he couldn't afford the support in the open, and he didn't dare to ask for it.

Zhao Zhenhua glanced at him, "Don't worry, you won't get into trouble. This time you are hunting, you are a blessing in disguise. Those people know your feelings, and our village must also remember your kindness. My father can even say a few words for you. No one is complaining, it’s just a code.”

"But my composition..." Qiao Yonghui mentioned this, his eyes darkened as if he had fallen into the night again, and could never be redeemed.

When the issue of ingredients was mentioned, Zhao Zhenhua was also bald and couldn't help but look at Song Hongguo. Song Hongguo said calmly, "It was mentioned above that we should not engage in 'ingredient theory'."

Zhao Zhenhua looked confused, "What do you mean?"

Qiao Yonghui also looked at her in confusion. He had a guess in his mind, but he couldn't believe it. He was afraid that if his hopes were too high, he would be shattered into pieces when he fell.

Song Hongguo explained, "What this means is that the ingredients still have to be looked at, but not just the ingredients, but also personal performance... If you come from a family background, you can just draw a clear line from the past. Therefore, when judging a person A person’s position should not only be judged by his family background, but also by his actual performance.”

Zhao Zhenhua asked excitedly, "Really?"

Song Hongguo nodded, "The big leader said it."

This sentence is more useful than anything else. Zhao Zhenhua smiled and punched Qiao Yonghui, "Did you hear that? The big boss also said that you can't just look at the ingredients, but also the actual performance. Who dares to say something bad about your actual performance?"

Qiao Yonghui was still immersed in a trance of disbelief. He looked at Song Hongguo. The rising sun shone on her face. It was warm and bright, making people uncontrollably want to follow her, but his feet were like Nailed to the ground, unable to move a step, his throat was blocked, and his voice was dry and hard, "Where did you...hear that from?"

Song Hongguo said, "I forgot which newspaper I read it from before. I'll look it up for you later."

"...Thank you, thank you!" Qiao Yonghui didn't know what else to say. Nothing could express his inner feelings at the moment. He clenched his fists and murmured, "Thank you..." When he left, his back finally straightened. Straighter.

Zhao Zhenhua waited for him to go out of the gate, then said to Song Hongguo, "The Qiao family used to treat the people in the village well. When the times were bad, they also opened warehouses to provide food relief. Who in the village dares to say that they have not been treated badly by the Qiao family?" Favor? Why does my father take care of him privately? It’s also because of this. If the ancestors of the Zhao family didn’t have the food given by the Qiao family, they wouldn’t be able to survive. How could there be any descendants like us now? People, no matter what Never be ungrateful."

Song Hongguo understood what he meant, "Don't worry, I will definitely help if I can."

"Is the medicine expensive? Don't be afraid of spending money. I'll tell my dad later and he will definitely be willing to help pay for it in advance..."

"No, anyway, he has already borrowed money from me, so let's owe it together."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhenhua stopped arguing with her about this, and instead calculated with her how much Qiao Yonghui spent on treating the wound. This was considered a work-related injury, so the village was responsible.

This time, Song Hongguo was no longer polite and took three yuan.

Zhao Zhenhua happily gave it to him, and when he left, he was very happy and satisfied. He finally ate the Liangpi that he had been thinking about all night. When he came back from hunting yesterday, he listened to the whole family talking about how delicious the Liangpi was. He was so greedy that he didn’t even want to eat meat. fragrant.

After seeing the two of them off, Song Hongguo went to prepare breakfast. In addition to cold skin, she also made several steamed dumplings with wild boar fillings. In order to remove the fishy smell, she chopped them and marinated them last night, adding soy sauce and It's pepper, add green onion, ginger, and pepper water three times, stir it vigorously, steam it like this and take a bite, the juice will flow horizontally and the flavor will be delicious.

The two brothers loved it so much that they couldn't finish eating it.

Song Hongguo left enough lunch for them, and took the rest away. Liangpi also brought two portions, which were prepared for Han Ying and Song Hongbing.

Along the way, the wheat fields on both sides were already busy. Men, women, old and young, all wearing straw hats, bent over, holding a sickle in one hand and holding the wheat straw in the other, sweating profusely and repeating the same action. Behind them, They were bundles of wheat stacks tied up, and they were soon pushed to the wheat field by carts to be exposed in the sun. Heavy stone rollers rolled them over and over again, and wooden forks kept turning and dropping them, waiting for the last grains to be returned to the warehouse. .

During the harvest period, no one complained about the hardship. No matter how hard or tiring it was, there were always smiles on their faces. It was the unique joy of a good harvest. The harshness of the sun was not as strong as the heat in the heart.

Planting in spring and harvesting in autumn, Yunxia in summer and storage in winter, day after day, year after year.

Song Hongguo's heart was stirred when she saw it. She had a deeper understanding and understanding of this era and the land under her feet. Her flesh and blood were compatible and her heart was more at ease.

The system was infected by this scene, and started live broadcasting long ago, parted ways with Song Hongguo, and stayed in the village to shoot, showing the most beautiful scenery of this era to future generations.

The live broadcast room was almost overcrowded. In the era of mechanized operation, such labor scenes have long been invisible. The filming of period dramas also seemed fake. No matter how hard the extras worked, their movements and expressions were not enough. Reality, even a lot of it is just for show, even the sweat is fake, what else can be real?
But in the live broadcast, netizens seemed to feel the same thing just by watching it. Those repetitive actions from morning to night did not feel boring at all.

By the time it was broadcast, the various data in the live broadcast room had reached record highs.