It can be said that as Xia Zhiyi made stools of different sizes based on the different pieces of wood, the popularity of the live broadcast room continued to rise.
By evening, after it became a trending topic, the amount of traffic it generated was staggering.
Wang Chengran and Fu Yunyi initially looked shocked, but later they were only filled with curiosity.
Especially Wang Chengran, under Xia Zhiyi's one-on-one tutoring, he...
He quickly realized his mistake. "It seems I don't have the talent for this."
Xia Zhiyi blinked.
Wang Chengran explained, "I'm quite conscious of my learning pace. Generally, if I can understand what I'm learning, I can keep going; but if I can't understand anything at first, then I probably don't have the talent."
He'd made three stools with Xia Zhiyi already, but he still didn't understand the underlying principle. And Xia Zhiyi had taught him step by step, which could only mean that he really didn't have the talent.
Fu Yunyi, standing to the side, also said, "Yeah, I looked at it for a long time but still didn't understand it. I just think... it's pretty amazing."
Xia Zhiyi looked at the sky with a sense of helplessness. It was still quite bright at this time of day, but in summer the sky darkens late, but it also happens quickly. Before she knew it, it was dark.
Xia Zhiyi: "It's about time for today. I guess your two older sisters are starting to prepare dinner. If you're not going to study anymore, why don't you go back first? I'll finish up these scraps."
Wang Chengran asked curiously, "Should we handle it?"
Fu Yunyi: "What else can you do with leftover scraps?"
The two of them looked at the much smaller piece of wood next to them, their eyes filled with curiosity.
Surely Xia Zhiyi doesn't intend to use this wood to make mini stools, does she?
Xia Zhiyi smiled and asked, "Don't you want to keep some surprises in mind?"
He didn't mind letting them continue watching, but Xia Zhiyi felt that there wasn't much to see while he was doing woodworking. Apart from a few things that interested him, the process was generally quite boring.
Wang Chengran: "Then I won't look at it. But if you make anything out of this tiny piece of wood, could you give it to me?"
He no longer wanted to make those stools; according to Xia Zhiyi's previous statement, they were meant to make money.
But these little things made from scraps shouldn't be that bad, right?
Fu Yunyi also said, "I'll go back and see if there's anything I can do to help. We agreed before to see if there was anything I could do, but I've spent the whole afternoon watching you make stools, and I feel like I haven't done anything at all. It's a bit of a waste."
Before Xia Zhiyi could speak, Wang Chengran suddenly clapped his hands, drawing everyone's attention, before saying, "Hey, Brother Fu, what a coincidence! I was thinking the same thing. I was wondering if we could do some tasks tonight, so we wouldn't end up with nothing today."
Wang Chengran: "Do you want to come with me?"
Fu Yunyi: "Okay."
The task list provided by the production team is very comprehensive, and many tasks are not limited to daytime work. If they want, they can complete the tasks by working hard at night.
After chatting with Xia Zhiyi for a few more minutes, the two went back to the cabin first to prepare dinner with Xue Ranran and Qin Yue, and tidy up the cabin as well.
Just as Xia Zhiyi was about to continue her work, Xiao Yang ran over with her phone and whispered, " Teacher Xia, Director Gong has a few words he'd like to discuss with you."
As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously drifted to the stool placed to the side, his eyes filled with curiosity and fondness, as if he also wanted to take a look.
Xia Zhiyi took the phone, noticed his gaze, smiled, picked up a piece and handed it to him, not minding Xiao Yang fiddling with it, while greeting Director Gong on the other end of the phone. " Director Gong."
Director Gong cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Teacher Xia, it's like this, someone just contacted the production team wanting to buy those stools you made..."
Xia Zhiyi somewhat surprised. "Huh?"
Director Gong seemed a little embarrassed, coughed again, and then said, "Of course, those were all made by Teacher Xia Teacher Xia Teacher Xia. They are your personal works, and how you handle them is entirely your own business."
"I'm telling you this because the production team just had a quick meeting and came up with some new ideas that we'd like to discuss with you."
Xia Zhiyi: "This... do we need to avoid the other guests?"
Director Gong: "Ah, we've been found out."
Finally, they changed that somewhat unfamiliar way of addressing me.
Xia Zhiyi: "Yes, the phone rang right after they left."
Director Gong: "It's not that we want to keep it a secret, it's just that we haven't made a decision yet, so we want to keep it confidential in the early stages. What do you think..."
Xia Zhiyi: "Okay, shall I come find you now?"
Director Gong: "No rush, no rush. I just wanted to let you know so you can come see me tonight, away from the other guests."
Xia Zhiyi vaguely sensed that the production team probably wanted to use his few stools to do something, likely to increase the show's entertainment value. She just didn't know what Director Gong was planning to do.
But... it shouldn't be too bad, right?
When Xia Zhiyi returned to the cottage, she smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen as soon as she entered.
He had been busy all afternoon and hadn't felt particularly hungry on the way, but he couldn't help but rub his stomach.
Just then, Xue Ranran came out carrying a plate of food, stepped over the threshold, and smiled involuntarily when she saw him, "Oh, Teacher Xia, you're back! I was just talking to Wang Chengran about whether we should go and call you."
Hearing the noise, Wang Chengran poked his head out, but somehow he had found a headscarf and had wrapped his head up completely, making him look rather... amusing.
Wang Chengran: " Teacher Xia, you're back! We're having a big meal today! Someone brought us a pot of stewed pig's trotters!"
Xia Zhiyi was somewhat surprised upon hearing this, then, after a moment's thought, asked, "Is it the old man's house?"
Wang Chengran nodded. "Yes! When it was delivered, Xue Ranran and Sister Yueyue hadn't returned yet. They just put the pot and all on our table and left without saying a word. If the production team hadn't told us, we wouldn't have known who delivered it."
Most of the people living in this village are elderly people who don't want to move to the city to live with their children. Every household is related by blood or marriage, and since they have lived here for so many years, they know each other well. Even when no one is home, they don't usually lock their doors.
The guests discovered this the next day, and were somewhat surprised, but following suit, they simply stopped locking the door altogether.
The main idea is to integrate with everyone.
That's why they were able to deliver the items directly to their main room; otherwise, they might have just left them at the door.
Xia Zhiyi: "So they don't want us to back down with them."
Wang Chengran: " Sister Yueyue and Brother Fu said the same thing, but we can't just accept them directly, so Brother Fu just went out to deliver oranges again."
Wang Chengran: "Oh, right, Xue Ranran and the others saw a wild orange tree on their way back. After asking around and finding no one who owned it, they picked a basketful and brought it back!"
Upon hearing Xia Zhiyi's brow twitched suddenly.