[Please delete this. Keep this up and I'm going to lose it (cracking apart) (cracking apart)]
Meanwhile, Ren Wuyang and Ren Anwen finally reached their destination, only to hear from the staff that they had tasks to complete before they could even catch their breath. They wanted to collapse right onto the ground.
"I'm seriously so tired!" Ren Anwen plopped down on her suitcase, fanning herself with one hand as she asked the staff about the specific rules.
She and Ren Wuyang had taken turns pedaling the bicycle for over half an hour, and now neither of them felt like their legs belonged to them anymore.
Once they understood all the rules, neither bothered resting. They hurriedly gathered their things and went to draw a task card.
Being tired didn't matter, but working hard all day only to miss out on a nice house would be a serious problem. A little hard work now could buy them a happy life for the coming week.
"Go on, draw one," Ren Anwen urged her brother.
"I'm scared I'll pick a hard task." Ren Wuyang stood before the table, staring at the mountain of task cards on it, unable to bring himself to reach out.
"It's fine. We only have three hours, so the production team probably wouldn't set anything too difficult," Ren Anwen reassured him.
He closed his eyes, picked a card at random, and opened it: help Grandma Zhang clean her home.
He handed the map to Ren Anwen. They studied it together for a while, then headed straight for their destination.
[Their task is the easiest so far, right?]
[Yep. Everyone else is feeding cows or picking fruit. They're just cleaning. Not hard.]
[Lu Wanqing's cart is still on the road. It's already been over half an hour. By the time they arrive, everyone else will probably be starting their second task.]
[Don't say that, or her crazy fans will come yell at you again, then claim the production team is being unfair for making their queen ride an ox cart. They're better at making unreasonable scenes than middle-aged aunties.]
[They're not crazy women. They're just brainless, unreasonable, and self-centered, convinced they're always right. For people like that, I'd suggest letting psychiatric patients deal with them. It'd count as doing the public a service.]
[Aren't psychiatric patients people too? Who wants to dirty their hands touching those lunatics?]
"Grandpa Li, do all these cows need feeding?!" Lin Yuxuan stood at the entrance to the cowshed, looking at the dozens of cows inside, and his vision went dark.
How much feed would that take!
Were he and Gu Zijin supposed to feed all these cows by themselves?! How much would they have to prepare!!!
He turned and stared intently at Grandpa Li beside him, hoping to get some answers from him. Yet when he saw Grandpa Li's warm, kindly smile, an inexplicable surge of courage rose within him.
If Grandpa Li could do it alone, how could he and Gu Zijin fail to do it together?!
"Grandpa Li, where should we start?" Lin Yuxuan asked, trying to conceal his nervousness.
Grandpa Li smiled. "Don't worry. You can go take a look at what kind of grass those cows are eating."
Hearing that, Lin Yuxuan and Gu Zijin both stepped forward, cautiously approaching a cow that was eating grass.
"Grandpa Li, how do we make their feed?" Lin Yuxuan asked curiously.
"You don't need to make any feed. I'll prepare that myself. Just go outside and cut some weeds like these."
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they only needed to cut grass, not prepare feed.
They took the sickles and carrying baskets Grandpa Li handed them and headed outside to cut some grass in the nearby field first. They needed to move quickly so they could finish feeding the cows and get to the next task sooner.
[Go, Yuxuan, go! So motivated! You've got this!]
[Cutting grass looks easy, but it's not easy at all. Even stuffed full, one of those baskets only holds enough for two cows. With this many cows here, who knows how many trips they'll need.]
[There's no way for us to tell him. After a few trips, he should figure it out himself. Then they can take a few more baskets and feed several cows per trip.]
[I'm a bit too normal for watching other people work hard. I'm going to watch Fu Yanci instead.]
[I'm going too. At this rate, he should be heading toward the orchard now.]
[They're about to see each other again! So excited, so excited~ (stomping my feet)]
[...Keep stomping and I'll chop your feet off, you buff Barbie.]
Just as the viewers had expected, each of the two men carried two baskets on his back, while the elderly man walking ahead held the remaining one in his hand as they headed toward the orchard.
"Grandpa Song, can I eat the cherries we pick later?" Song Wenjing followed close behind the elderly man, asking with an innocent expression.
All-natural, pollution-free, and additive-free. Fruit like this was hard to come by on the market these days.
"Hahahaha, of course! Eat as much as you like! There are so many cherries in the orchard, you couldn't pick them all anyway. Help yourselves, and take plenty with you when you leave."
Grandpa Song waved generously. He rather liked Song Wenjing. The young man looked about the same age as his grandson who lived away, and he looked endearing.
"Then I won't hold back!"
He smugly tipped his chin at Fu Yanci, showing off his social skills, but Fu Yanci didn't even glance at him, completely immersed in his own world.
He would see Chi An soon. They had only been apart a little while, but this heart of his couldn't bear to be away from him for even a moment.
So thrilling, so exciting. But Chi An only loved his money.
That was fine. Loving his money meant loving him. As long as he stayed rich, Chi An could keep loving him.
Standing at the orchard entrance, Song Wenjing marveled at the magnificent sight, while Fu Yanci's gaze locked precisely onto a certain person.
Chi An, who had climbed a tree to pick apples, suddenly felt a chill at the back of his neck. He looked through the branches toward the orchard entrance and immediately lost all desire to speak.
He should have bought a Thousand-Armed Guanyin ages ago to deal with this shameless bastard. If two hands couldn't push him away, surely a Thousand-Armed Guanyin could!
"Why are they here too?!"
Chi Shuran had clearly noticed the commotion at the entrance as well. The siblings' unfriendly stares were impossible to ignore. After seeing Grandpa Song off, Song Wenjing turned around and saw them staring at him and Fu Yanci. His foot slipped, and he nearly fell.
"Damn, what's with those two?! They look like they want to eat us alive."
Getting no response, he turned to look and found that Fu Yanci seemed inexplicably excited.
First, he hadn't offended either Chi An or Chi Shuran. Second, Fu Yanci knew Chi An. Finally, Fu Yanci must have been the one who offended them!
"How did you and Chi An meet?"
"Give me a million and I'll tell you."
He had to work hard to make money now, then give it all to Chi An.
"Why don't you just rob someone?!"
"I'll transfer it when we get back."
He'd consider it paying for a juicy piece of gossip about Fu Yanci, something he could use against him later.
"We just got confessed to by the same person, and both happened to turn her down."
"As it happened, after getting rejected, she ran into someone confessing to her, and she rejected that person in a fit of anger."
"...That's it?"
A vein throbbed faintly on Song Wenjing's forehead. He suddenly felt that his million had been terribly misspent.
"Could our meeting really be that ordinary? That wouldn't be worthy of our status."
Song Wenjing: Fuck.
"So? What actually happened?" When he said that, everyone in the livestream could practically hear him grinding his teeth.
"We just saw that person suddenly break down after getting rejected and run to the bathroom to cry in secret, only to find shit in every stall. The two of us laughed at them, that's all."
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