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

As they walked far away, the words "see no evil" and "hear no evil" ceased. The two of them stood face to face, looking into each other's eyes, and the belated awkwardness began to simmer.

It was better for Huo Minglou to calm down first and remind him seriously, "In the future, have less contact and less contact with people like that. If possible, it is best to stay away."

Song Hongguo blinked and asked, half jokingly and half seriously, "Are you still worried that she will lead me astray?"

Huo Minglou shook his head, "You can't."

The determination in her tone was undoubtedly the most unwavering trust in her. Song Hongguo raised the corners of her lips and said, "Then are you worried that if something happens to her one day, my reputation will be damaged if something happens to her?"

Huo Minglou still shook his head, "Your current reputation can't be brought down by anyone..."

Her reputation in the factory is not only at its peak, but it has also been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. She has superb medical skills, noble medical ethics, and many talents. She even adopted two children and was praised as a kind and kind-hearted person. These good reputations are all According to the evidence, even if some people are jealous and unconvinced, they are not afraid of any doubts. After all, they are all obtained by real gains. If there are really people who are not short-sighted and throw dirty water, no one with a brain will believe it.

Of course, in addition to these good names, there are also people who whisper behind her back that she has a bad temper, a strong temper, is not tolerant of others, is arrogant, has a cold relationship with her colleagues, and so on. Even if she often goes to the third cafeteria to eat, she will be shunned. Not hard and simple enough, focusing on hedonism...

But no matter what kind of reputation, it is all labeled with her, and really not everyone can influence it.

Wang Erni is naturally not that capable.

But she had an unsettling danger. Huo Minglou believed in his intuition, and his expression could not help but become more solemn, "That person speaks freely and behaves wantonly. He is either too stupid or has no sense of awe. Regardless, No matter what, with her being so unscrupulous and unscrupulous, something will happen sooner or later and cause big trouble. By then, whatever end she ends up in will be her own fault, but the destructive power she causes at the expense of her stupidity will affect the people around her. "

Hearing this, Song Hongguo's heart trembled, and he had a new understanding of Huo Minglou's keen insight. He didn't know that Wang Erni had traveled through time, and with the sense of superiority of future generations, she boasted that she was reborn and took the heroine's script. She is able to bring good fortune in times of trouble and kill everyone, so she has no awe of this era, because in her eyes, everyone else is just cannon fodder. She can have the last laugh, so what should she be afraid of?
She knew because they were fellow villagers, but she didn't expect that he could figure it out just by meeting Wang Erni twice. As expected, people of this era should not be underestimated. They were only backward in material conditions, but not in IQ.

This also reminded her that she should be more careful about her words and deeds in the future.

There were not many patients in the outpatient clinic in the afternoon, and it was rare to have a moment of leisure. Song Hongguo finally experienced the feeling of drinking tea and reading newspapers to pass the time.

When she got off work, the system finally came back. Along the way, she was chirping and describing the grand occasion of today's live broadcast of the wheat harvest. She was so excited that she felt as if she had been given a shot of blood. "You've won a lot. You've won a lot. You haven't seen many people tipping." , the background data has set a historical record, hahaha, this is only the first day. It takes ten and a half days to harvest wheat. How much popularity do we need to accumulate and how much traffic do we drive? Host, we are really popular this time. ah……"

Song Hongguo said calmly, "Then you have to thank the people in the village. Without their hard work, where would you live broadcast the wheat harvest scene?"

The system choked, "What, didn't I help hunt yesterday? I was paid in advance, right?"

After finishing speaking, he added, "I'm not being stingy. I didn't have a reasonable chance to thank them. You can't come up with something out of thin air to thank them, right? Wouldn't that be a supernatural incident?"

Song Hongguo reminded, "After the wheat is harvested, we are going to plant corn and sweet potatoes. The soil is not fertile enough, so don't you have a chance to thank me? It doesn't take too much, just the same as last time."

system,"……"

Being carried away will indeed lead to extreme joy and sorrow, and the points will be scattered before they are warmed up. "unwilling?"

"Haha, how could it be possible? We take it from the people and use it for the people. This tradition also has great righteousness..."

Think of it as accumulating merit.

At this time, there are still many people busy in the fields, trying to cut a few more acres of wheat before dark. Although there has been a drought in the past two years, no one can guarantee that there will be no rain. If it rains, the wheat will definitely be harvested. To reduce production, only by putting it into the warehouse can we really relax and rush to harvest. In this word "grab", it is a race against time. No one dares to be lazy and slippery at this time, otherwise, he will be spurned and scolded by the whole village, even five or six years old The children, all carrying a basket, were picking up fallen wheat ears in the field.

Moreover, the wheat ears picked up do not need to be confiscated and can be taken home. For those who are more diligent or have more children, they can get five or six kilograms in the end, which is enough for the whole family to steam white flour steamed buns several times for toothpaste. Who doesn't like it?

Therefore, the wheat harvest is also a carnival for children, and they are reluctant to go home until dark.

Ling Zhi and Ling Yuan also followed Man Yuan. They picked up quite a lot, which amounted to a basket. When they saw Song Hongguo, they excitedly asked her for credit.

Song Hongguo couldn't pour cold water on them, so she praised them a lot, but she turned around and gave them some sun-repairing medicine on their face and body, as well as her hands that were pricked red by wheatgrass. When making dinner, she even I added a few extra drops of spiritual spring water to help them recuperate. After working outside under the scorching sun for a day, even if they didn't need to use much force to pick up the wheat, just walking and bending would not be brisk.

Not long after finishing the meal, it was getting dark, and Zhao Zhenhua's family of three came to learn how to make cold skin with her.

After eating yesterday's meal, Song Hongguo originally planned to make some more, so she kneaded the dough and taught her step by step. While waiting for it to settle, she asked Zhao Zhenhua to run errands to deliver the medicine she brought back to Qiao Yonghui.

One needs to be decoctioned and taken to regulate the body, and the other is a medicine pill she bought from the mall. She added spiritual spring water, which can really cure the root cause. She explained the usage and dosage, and did not mention the money.

Zhao Zhenhua didn't ask. After returning from Qiao's house, he avoided the child and said to her, "Yonghui may come to see you later."

Song Hongguo asked, "Is there something wrong with him?"

Zhao Zhenhua didn't want to make random guesses. He shook his head and said with a smile, "I don't know about that. Maybe it's about money."

Song Hongguo felt that it was not that simple. By the time she finished making cold skin and sent her family away, it was already past nine o'clock in the night. The whole village was quiet. The mother and son took turns to wash up, and the dumplings began to bark.

Fortunately, they lived at the foot of the mountain, far away from the village, otherwise this movement would have attracted the attention of others.

Song Hongguo scolded the dumplings in a low voice and opened the door. Sure enough, Qiao Yonghui stood outside the door, upright like a stubborn and arrogant poplar tree.

The moonlight is good tonight, and the moonlight shines on his face, adding a hazy and mysterious beauty to his already handsome features.