Chapter 180: Children in the control group will not be cannon fodder (9)
Yangyang reluctantly went to work with a sullen face, because he was small and could only hold a small amount of rice at a time. Jiang Lai was not in a hurry and directly put his straw hat on his head while drinking. Wahaha shouted to him to come on.
"Oh Yangyang is so powerful, he can hold so many at one time!"
"Wow, that's great! He's just like mom's little man!"
"How could there be such an outstanding child as Yangyang in the world? Grandma, tell me how did I meet such a good son?"
The old lady grinned and smiled.
"It's good to be a mother, but it's not bad to be a son. Both of you, mother and son, are great."
Jiang Lai's face turned red and he felt as if he could harvest two more ridges of wheat.
Yangyang blushed at the praise and ran back and forth holding the ears of wheat in his arms, neither being lazy nor complaining about being tired.
[The poor child gradually lost himself in his mother’s compliments]
[Silly boy, your mother’s CPU is stupid! 】
[Yangyang, maybe you need legal assistance]
[Hahahahahaha I’m going to die laughing in this live broadcast room, I’ve been watching it for four hours]
[Laughing to death, from the time it started airing in the morning to now, I can’t get out at all]
[No one can leave the live broadcast room of the unfair mother and son without expression]
While Jiang Lai was leisurely enjoying the scenery of the rice fields, several villagers who had just been harvesting rice came over.
"Girl, what did you use to cut the rice just now? Can you show us?"
Jiang Lai nodded and readily handed over the homemade sickle.
"Have you never seen this?"
"I've never seen it before. This is the first time I've seen it. There is such a thing."
At this moment, Jiang Lai deeply felt the primitiveness and backwardness of this village. It seemed that the Internet had just been connected here before the program came, and even the phone had to be made at the small shop down the mountain.
Seeing the villagers discussing the sickle in novel ways, Jiang Lai patted his clothes and stood up.
"You guys go find some strong sticks, similar to this one, and I'll make a few more for you."
"Okay, great, I'm going to find a stick right now!"
Several villagers surrounded Jiang Lai and watched her making sickles. Jiang Lai deliberately slowed down while explaining and patiently made more than a dozen sickles.
With the tools at hand, the harvesting speed is obviously much faster. This village is built on the mountain, and a few rice fields are the entire village's rations for a year. After everyone has finished harvesting with new tools, Hearing that Jiang Lai wanted ten kilograms of rice, everyone rushed home to get the rice.
The old lady was afraid that others would get ahead of her, so she simply took Jiang Lai home, took a big jar and scooped a whole jar of rice to her.
It was very, very heavy. Fortunately, Jiang Lai was strong and could hold the jar weighing more than ten kilograms with ease.
"Okay, okay, grandma, you gave me a lot, we don't need so much."
"Thanks to you for saving us so much effort. Before, the rice would have been harvested at the end of the month, but now it's all harvested in one day. My waist and legs don't hurt. It's all thanks to you and Yangyang."
As he spoke, the old man took out a bunch of bacon hanging from the beam and placed it on the rice jar.
"I don't have anything good, bacon, delicious food, take it back and eat it."
Jiang Lai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She only wanted ten kilograms of rice, and now she had more than a kilogram of bacon.
The conditions in the village were not good, and meat was a rare commodity. The old man was usually reluctant to eat it, but now he generously gave it to Jiang Lai.
"Take it, I originally wanted to save it for my grandson and them to eat when they come back. They are busy with work and won't come back this year. I, an old woman, can't finish it. Just in time, you guys filming the show are here."
"Thank you, Yangyang, say thank you."
When Yangyang looked at the jar full of rice and meat, he immediately thought of the hard work of holding the rice today, so he knelt down and kowtowed with a "dong" sound.
It was so solid that it scared Jiang Lai.
"Thank you grandma!"
Jiang Lai held the jar and looked at his mentally retarded son, helplessly explaining to his grandmother who was also frightened.
"He watches too many messy things on TV, don't mind."
"Hahaha... Such a fun little doll, so strong and smart, so good, so good."
The people in the barrage were laughing crazy, and the whole screen was covered with "Hahahahahaha".
The popularity continues to soar, with the number of viewers approaching two million, which is exactly the level of a top star.
The director never expected that the group he was least optimistic about would now become the most popular and discussed group. Both Jiang Lai and Yangyang were loved by most of the audience, despite the few disparaging words from the black fans. He was quickly overwhelmed by more passerby fans.
Even with the official blog of this show, the number of fans has increased.
"Leave the next few commercials to Jiang Lai, negotiate with her in advance, and give them more cameras during the group activities tomorrow."
The assistant director suggested from the side.
"It's best not to do it. There is too much black material about Jiang Lai, and now the audience is all false. If the black material is revealed after she becomes popular, our program will also be affected."
The director thought for a while and decided to be cautious.
"Then give her a mouth broadcast, give her a little more camera, and pay attention to the gossip on the Internet."
"What about the rest of the oral broadcast?"
"It's better to give it to Mo Huanwan. She is from the broadcasting department and the broadcasting effect will be better."
The assistant director achieved his goal, got up and went to the side to make a call.
"Just keep your heart in your heart. I will definitely handle the things I promised you. Jiang Lai can't make any waves. I will take care of Huanwan for you. You can go on filming with peace of mind."
After hanging up the phone, the assistant director went to watch Mo Huanwan's live broadcast room again. The mother and son were working hard in the fields breaking corn. The atmosphere in the live broadcast room was very good, and the popularity was not bad, second only to Jiang Lai, but there were no hot spots and Breaking point, nothing special.
I didn't expect Jiang Lai to be so good at pretending in front of the camera, and he deceived so many viewers with his pretense.
You have to think of a way, otherwise this show will really win over Jiang Lai. The purpose of letting her join in the first place was to serve as a springboard for Mo Huanxuan. The investors' intentions are more important than the audience. No matter what, it has to be Let Jiang Lai's true colors be revealed.
At the same time, Jiang Lai's live broadcast room was as lively as a Spring Festival Gala scene. A dozen villagers carrying all kinds of things blocked Jiang Lai from leaving.
"It's nothing good. If you don't mind it, just accept it."
"The apples grown by myself are so sweet, take them back and try them."
"These few eggs are not too much for children to eat to supplement nutrition."
The aunt carrying the eggs looked at Yangyang's yellow hair and pushed the eggs over with pity.
What a good child. City people can still be malnourished. It seems that they need to eat more eggs to supplement their health.
"Come on, come on, these dishes are all freshly prepared by me. They are fresh and juicy." (End of Chapter)