Transmigrating as the Younger Sister of a Bigshot with Multiple Identities

When Gu Yang taught them before, she was not teaching them how to cut rice. After all, cutting rice requires only hands. She just told them that the dust on the rice leaves would make their skin itchy, so they should try their best whether cutting or moving rice. Avoid the rice leaves and start with the rice stalks.

Soon, when the rice was about halfway cut, the four people in the black group began to feel itching on their arms and legs, and they couldn't help but scratch it with their hands.

Especially the two female stars, Ruan Yan and Tang Qingqing, have delicate skin, and they soon developed a lot of red marks.

On the other hand, the white team, because of Gu Yang's pre-match guidance, did not get much dust on the rice leaves.

The viewers in the live broadcast room also quickly discovered——

[Ah, what's going on with Yanyan's skin? Could it be an allergy? 】

[The program crew is simply inhuman, asking my sister to do such a rough job! 】

[By the way, why is Team White okay? I suddenly started to have conspiracy theories. 】

[This is a conspiracy theory, it really makes me laugh to death, please don’t make it funny if the fans of a certain company don’t know much about it? Didn’t someone say before that there is dust on the rice leaves, which can make people’s skin itch? When the white group cuts the rice, they grab the rice stalks underneath, and when they move the rice, they also hold the rice stalks. The black group grabs directly on the rice leaves. If they are cut, who will be itchy if they don’t itch]

Cao Junning sent Ruan Yan to the shade of a tree on the edge of the field and said, "Yanyan, you take a rest first, and I'll do your part."

Ruan Yan smiled and said: "Thank you Junning."

Tang Qingqing smiled sweetly at the side: "I really envy Sister Ruan Yan to have a boyfriend like Brother Cao to love her. Unlike me, I can only do it by myself."

"Qing Qing, I'll help you with your share. You go to rest under the shade of a tree first." Wei Yuzhou took the initiative to take over Tang Qing Qing's job.

"Thank you, Brother Wei." Tang Qiao said obediently.

Normally she would have pushed it off again, but now she couldn't stand it anymore and wanted to go back and take a shower right away.

[Porridge is still such a gentleman]

[Ah, Yanyan and her brother-in-law are so sweet. Look, they are a couple, so why does Ruan Chu have the nerve to say that she is Cao Junning's girlfriend? It's really funny]

But some viewers sneered at the comparison.

[Are they just delicate? Gu Yang and Ruan Chu, two rich ladies, can persevere, but they can't? 】

[I don’t think there is any need to compete. The winner is clear. The black team needs to be smart but not wise, and it needs cooperation but not cooperation.]

[It’s originally a pastoral life variety show. If you really want to be so squeamish, don’t appear on the show. If you don’t come here to do farm work, is it possible to walk on the red carpet? 】

Both plots are small and the game ends quickly.

The result is obvious, the white team wins.

When everyone came out of the rice fields, their originally clean clothes were stained with a lot of mud, and their feet stepping on the fields were even more covered in mud.

Director Chen did not let everyone go back immediately, but asked the local farmers invited by the program team to show the guests how to thresh rice using old machines.

There was another series of nostalgic barrages in the live broadcast room——

[When I was young, there was no harvesting machine in the village. This was how we threshed the rice after manually harvesting it. I thought it was quite fun at that time]

Director Chen waved the sunflower fan beside him and said with some nostalgia: "Every grain of simple rice on the dinner table has to be watered by hard work and sweat. Even in the autumn harvest, there is countless sweat in the joy.

After cutting the rice, moving the rice, and threshing the rice, there are several processes to turn the golden rice into crystal clear rice on the table. "

The live broadcast room once again filled the screen with bullet screens, this time it was all: [Cherish food]

Seeing it is worth hearing it a hundred times, and seeing it with your own eyes is worth saying more.

On the way back, the setting sun was setting, and the afterglow of the setting sun reflected the golden rice fields around us.