Chapter 20: Forgot

But Qi Xingchen can't reveal the fact that he's looking for a futon for Bai Ye. There are many more people than him who are looking at Bai Ye's blackness, and it might be rumored that Bai Ye is playing a big game again.

The two were frozen in front of the clothesline for a while, the woman who had been watching knew that they were stars who had come to record a program, and smiled and waved her hand, "Child, which bedding you fancy take it away directly, Auntie doesn't want any money, as long as you bring it back before you leave."

"But ......"

"That's all right," the woman said, "I only have two people in my house, I don't need much bedding, so take your pick."

It would be better to get a quilt without spending any money, and it would be a good way to stop Zhou Yu's mouth. Qi Xingchen was too lazy to care about Zhou Yu, and picked the driest bed, tugging it down as he talked to the woman, "Aren't you afraid I'll take it away and not return it?"

"Fear not, your eyes are clear and you look like a good, kind boy."

Qi Xingchen blinks her amber eyes and smiles shyly, her eyes streaming.

Followed the assistant to cover his heart, muttered in a low voice: "Damn ...... This guy is smiling again, surely he didn't hide his heart!"

But this time, the camera assistant guessed wrong, Qi Xingchen folded the quilt and put it on his shoulder, and politely inquired, "Auntie, my name is Qi Xingchen, my nickname is Xingchen, how do I address you?"

"Call me Aunt Sun." Widow Sun said.

"Okay, Aunt Sun. Thank you for the quilt," Qi Xingchen said, "I can stay here for seven days, and if you need any help during these seven days, just ask me, I can do everything from chopping melons and vegetables to fixing light bulbs and toilets."

"Aigoo, so powerful, well well well!"

The widow had not yet finished cooking, so Qi Xingchen did not want to disturb her too much, so he thanked her again and left with the quilt on his shoulder.

He took two steps, but didn't hear anyone following behind him.

He really wanted to go back by himself, but the camera kept filming, so he could only reluctantly put on a show of solidarity and love, and turned around to call Zhou Yu, "Let's go Yu, let's call it a day."

Zhou Yu, only now freed from the embarrassment of earlier, pulled a face with an expression more embarrassing than constipation.

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Qi Xingchen When I got back to the Zeng family, everyone had already finished cleaning up the house and was sitting around in the living room wondering what they were going to eat tonight.

Bai Ye rarely engages in this kind of small talk, leaning against the window and looking out in boredom.

Coldly, he saw the door sneak in a person. This person is carrying a pile of white stuff on his shoulder, winking at the big yellow dog at the door, made a "shh" gesture, behavior is very strange.

Bai Ye thought that he had encountered another burglary and wanted to go out to take a look. As a result, this person finished discussing with the big yellow dog and raised his head, revealing a small palm-sized face with white skin and single eyelids.

--- It was a certain Ki fan who helped them find a place to stay for free.

Bai Ye watched as Qi Xingchen slipped back into his room with the quilt on his shoulder, then appeared in the living room five minutes later as if nothing had happened.

"Xingchen, why did you run off in the middle of scrubbing the floor just now, where did you go?" Zhang Yunfei asked.

"It's too stuffy in the house, I'm going out for a change."

"Ouch, what breathable," Zhou Yu sneered, "you're obviously going for the quilt!"

Liu Ziyu was curious: "Why are you looking for the quilt?

Zhou Yu let out a "heh", "Petulant."

Zhou Yu's tone was eerie, and everyone in the room could hear that something wasn't right between them. Luo Qiuman promptly changed the subject: "Why don't we go to the Zeng family's garden and pick some vegetables for the evening?"

This kind of farm activities stars rarely have the opportunity to participate in, sniffing the words are happy to go back to the room to change suitable into the vegetable field pants.

Bai Ye's eyes fell on Qi Xingchen, who was also running towards the room.

Is it possible that a little fan with the kind of personality that doesn't even talk about her injuries out loud is so petulant that she has to sleep with a clean comforter?

With that he came up with the answer - well, with skin that tender on the back of a small fan, it was indeed possible.

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Now it is the first season when vegetables are ripe, everyone had a good time, old Zeng came to call for dinner before taking the loot reluctantly back.

The starlet's booty is basically persimmons, cucumbers and other vegetables, which can be eaten directly. Qi Xingchen, on the other hand, sat down next to Lao Zeng with empty hands and poured him a drink while getting close to him, a gesture more intimate than that of his own son and Lao Zeng.

While everyone looks amused, Director Zhao trembles and can't help but wonder if he's up to no good again.

Good thing Qi Xingchen just to understand the village situation, a meal time, the entire sheep goat village by his touch thoroughly, even the village head of the family's dog when to elope with the wild dog know.

The Tseng family house was built large, with three or four rooms each, and this time the guests finally didn't need to sleep in separate rooms.

At night, Qi Xingchen listened to the sounds in the courtyard until only the cicadas were left, and then he knocked on the door of Bai Ye's room, holding the bedding he had borrowed during the day.

So Bai Ye opened the door to a tall stack of white quilts and the little head poking out diagonally behind them.

The little head said in an airy voice, "Don't ask, let me in first."

"...... hmmm."

Bai Ye sidesteps to make way for the little head.

Qi Xingchen carried the quilt and went straight to the single bed on the left side of the room. Sure enough, the bedding had been lifted up and piled up by the bed's owner, revealing the hard boards underneath.

Qi Xingchen puffed and puffed as he laid out the new bedding, then puffed and puffed as he folded up the damp bedding, and clapped his hands, "I don't like the white bedding, it's just like being in the hospital, but this blue bedding looks much better. Brother Bai Ye, can we change it?"

The excuse was so lame that Bai Ye immediately realized that the little fan ran out to look for the quilt for him.

Bai Ye froze and raised an eyebrow: "You're not all done changing."

Qi Xingchen :"......"

Afraid of being discovered, he came in and did it without really asking Bai Ye first.

If they didn't want to change, wouldn't he be doing a disservice out of good intentions.

Qi Xingchen was silent for a long time, Bai Ye finally let him off the hook when he saw that he was defeated, the corners of his mouth rippled with a light smile, "But coincidentally, I happen to like white."

Qi Xingchen breathed a sigh of relief, completely relieved.

"I'll just swap the blue one away then," Qi Xingchen picked up the replacement quilt, "By the way, don't tell anyone about tonight."

He was careful from the moment he came in and tried not to make a sound just so the audience wouldn't know what was wrong with Bai Ye and save him from being blackballed for playing the big game.

Bai Ye was also very cooperative, mimicking Qi Xingchen by saying in an airy tone, "Thank you, I won't tell, but-"

He curled his index finger and gave Qi Xingchen a not-so-gentle tap on the forehead, "But there are cameras in our room, remember?"

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As a poor little person participating in the recording for the first time, Qi Xingchen often forgets the existence of the camera, a magical species, and flips over for a long time before falling asleep in depression.

Bai Ye lay down on the soft and clean quilt, smelling the unique smell of grass in the countryside, but soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the big rooster woke up the sleeping guests.

Even more brutal than the big rooster was Director Zhao, who, in the courtyard of the Zeng family, held a loudhailer in one hand and pulled a bit of a middle-aged man with the other, shouting, "Are they all awake?"

"Huh? Ohhhhhhhhh," the guests reacted dumbfounded, "sober up."

Director Zhao: "...... Okay, then I'll release today's assignment."

"The one standing beside me is called Old Iron, a blacksmith who specializes in making washbasins, ladles, and other household items. Your task today - come on, Little Li -"

Field Service Li heard the call, driving a small agricultural tricycle slowly out of the carport, the bucket is filled with a variety of iron utensils.

"Your mission today is to go to the bazaar with Old Iron to sell ironware. The more you sell, the higher the task completion."

Upon hearing the unfamiliar term "mission fulfillment," Zhou Yu asked, "What's the difference between high and low levels of fulfillment?"

"If the mission completion is below fifty percent, it will be treated as a mission failure. If the completion degree is above fifty percent, no deduction or bonus will be given, and if it can reach one hundred percent - i.e., if it's all sold out - a hidden reward can be obtained."

All? Sold? All?

That's a big wagonload of iron tools! How can we sell them all?

The yard was full of complaints for a while, no matter which family needs a number of household goods, such a large car, not to mention selling half, can sell out one tenth is a big problem!

Qi Xingchen didn't look too good during the grumbling. When he talked to Ceng Er last night, he said that the most difficult situation in the village was the blacksmith next door.

Looks like it's the same old iron.

If there really was a market for iron tools, old iron would never have gotten mixed up like this.

As you can see, the old iron is definitely a harder sell than one might think.

But it's a tough sell, and at the urging of the show's crew, the crowd loaded up their own bags and set off into the morning sun.

To the marketplace has not been a few guests, the old iron side of the slow drive forward, said with a smile: "Almost to my stall, my son bought you soybean milk doughnuts. It's not expensive, but it's hot, so don't mind!"

Everyone said they didn't mind, and that they might have to deduct two thousand from their travel fund today, so they could have a meal for free.

A dozen meters further, the large "iron" two words into the eyes. Two bamboo poles and a white cloth pulled out under the front, the stall has been set up. There are no goods on it, and there are seven breakfasts on it.

Behind the booth, a boy of fourteen or fifteen held a pen and was writing something with his head down.

"Uncle Tie," Qi Xingchen frowned immediately, "Your son is not going to school today?"

"I was going to, but the teacher had a family emergency and took a vacation."

"...... If a teacher has a family problem, can't another teacher take over the class," Liu Ziyu wondered, "Besides, there can't be only one course a day, right?"

"Aigoo girl, you don't know our side! Xiao Tie's school has only one teacher, who teaches both language and math, and the teacher has a family problem, so of course she doesn't have classes!"

Liu Ziyu was shocked, but this is actually the case in many poor mountainous areas. Teachers are scarce, so if a teacher is doing several jobs, the quality of teaching is not mentioned, and if the teacher can't come one day, the whole class will have to be suspended.

"Okay, here we are," Old Iron parked the car in the clearing and took the lead by jumping off the tricycle, "Xiao Tie, come over here and shout for someone!"

Xiao Tie put down her pen, finished greeting the guests and very knowledgably greeted everyone for breakfast.

Qi Xingchen ate while observing Xiao Tie with Yu Guang, only to see him go back to where he was just now and continue writing, writing and wiping the corners of his mouth.

Qi Xingchen said, "Xiao Tie, come here."

"Xingchen brother." He came over as he was told.

"What's the writing?"

"Write yesterday's homework."

"All of them?"

Xiao Tie scratches her head, "There are a few application problems that I don't know."

"Okay, I'll help you out in a minute," Qi Xingchen said as he pulled a fritter from his plate, "In exchange for doing the problem, you help your brother eat this inedible fritter."

Xiao Tie, a simple and innocent person, could not tell whether Qi Xingchen's words were true or false, and happily accepted the doughnuts.

Qi Xingchen watched him wolf down his food, relieved and distressed, and brought him the soy milk, "Eat slowly, don't choke."

While serving the soy milk, he suddenly realized that he had an extra doughnut on his plate.

He craned his head to look at Bai Ye, who seemed to be eating so carefully that he didn't see him.

When breakfast was over, Qi Xingchen honored his promise and asked Xiao Tie to bring over the workbook.

"Application questions?" Zhou Yu heard Qi Xingchen's words and came over.

"Aren't you an art major," Zhou Yu squinted at the workbook in Qi Xingchen's hand, "and you know this stuff??"