Mountain Village Xiao Shennong

Chapter 111
After receiving the notification from Zhang Hao, Guo Wenjie of Appreciation Operations Department immediately called and asked Si Xia where the live broadcast was, and left a phone number for her, and sent two men and a woman over there.

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On Nanshan, He Changzai built a wooden house with simple style but exquisite workmanship.

After finishing it, he always felt that the wooden house was almost something, but for a while, he couldn't figure out what it was.

At this time, Song Meijuan looked at the wooden house standing quietly in the mountains, and subconsciously murmured:
"If the mountain is not high, there will be a name if there are immortals. If the water is not deep, there will be spirit if there are dragons. This is a humble room..."

He Chang was listening to Song Meijuan's chanting, his mind flashed, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He bent down and picked up the ax on the ground, and began to carve on the beams of the eaves outside the wooden house.

In Si Xia's live broadcast room, when a group of water friends saw the scene of He Chang holding an ax and raising his hand to carve on the beams of the wooden house, they immediately exploded and talked a lot.

"Hey, my little brother is showing off, carving with an axe, playing with flowers!"

"Look, what my little brother carved seems to be a dragon!"

"Brother, you use an ax to carve, how embarrassing are those older sculptors!"

"I don't know if my little brother can carve mannequins, he wants to dedicate himself to art!"

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He Changzai naturally doesn't know that he has become an Internet celebrity invisibly, praised by countless netizens, and is still sculpting selflessly.

With the sawdust flying, a lifelike dragon was engraved on the beam of the wooden house.

Song Meijuan looked at He Changzai's superb carving skills, her beautiful eyes widened, her mouth opened wide, and she exclaimed:

"He Changzai, the dragon you carved is too realistic, I feel as if the dragon is about to fly down and come to me in the blink of an eye!"

He Changzai smiled lightly and said:

"It's nothing... let's go, let's move the pile of tables and chairs at the foot of the mountain to the car, and transport them back to the farmyard. This is the end of today's mission!"

"Ok!"

Song Meijuan nodded and responded.

The two walked to the foot of the mountain, took tables and chairs, and moved them to the car one after another.

Si Xia briefly filmed the scene of the two carrying things, turned off the camera, and stretched his sore arms.

Sitting on a bluestone slab at the foot of the mountain, he took out his mobile phone and opened his live broadcast room.

At this time, although the live broadcast stopped, more than half of the people inside were still discussing non-stop.

"Did you see that dragon just now? You didn't draw eyes!"

"The ones upstairs, the ones below are uneducated, so I don't know what you mean!"

"Brother, let me tell you. Legend has it that Zhang Sengxuan of the Liang Dynasty painted four dragons on the wall of Anle Temple in Jinling. He didn't touch his eyes, and they would fly away when he said so. Some people didn't believe it, so they asked him to touch them. As soon as I hit it, two flew away, and the remaining two are still on the wall!"

"Hey, I see. What the upstairs said meant that the little brother didn't close his eyes because he was afraid that the dragon on the beam would fly away!"

"How is this possible? I feel that this matter is simply nonsense. How could the dragon carved on the beam fly away!"

"I also express my disbelief in such absurd speculation!"

"Don't worry about whether the dragon can fly away. I feel that even if the dragon doesn't fly away, my little brother can be ranked among the top sculptors just by relying on his superb carving!"

"I agree. From the looks of it, my brother is only in his twenties. Being a carpenter can do such a good job, it makes me ashamed as a peer!"

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"Just hold He Changzai's thigh tightly, and I will be a rich woman in the future... By the way, the editorial department of Shangyue is coming, how could I forget about it!"

Si Xia slapped his head, and immediately called the phone number Guo Wenjie had left for her, and asked:

"Editor Qin, are you here?"

"I'm rushing to Nanshan, you let those two people stay where they are, don't wander around!"

"Okay, Editor Qin, I'm dead!"

After a conversation, she hung up the phone, walked to He Changzai and Song Meijuan who were moving the last table and a few stools, and said:
"Don't move yet, people from our Shangyue company will come over in a while, and they said they will sign you two as anchors, and they will come over immediately!"

Song Meijuan spoke first: "Si Xia, I still have to teach, but I don't have time to be an anchor like you!"

Si Xia frowned, with a sincere face, he persuaded:
"Sister Meijuan, what's so good about being a teacher? It's more than 3000 yuan a month. There's no way to make videos. It's a lot of money to be an anchor. It's easy to earn tens of thousands of yuan a month!"

Song Meijuan pursed her lips, a little embarrassed and said:

"Si Xia, my family is not short of money!"

Si Xia suddenly remembered that when Song Meijuan was free, he had told her about the huge existence of the Song family in the capital, so he couldn't help sighing, and turned his gaze to He Changzai.

"Don't look at me, the tourism industry in my hometown is booming now, it's okay for me to take a video for you occasionally, but I don't have the heart to be an anchor!"

He Changzai spoke directly without waiting for Si Xia to speak.

Si Xia thought about He Chang taking out 1000 million last time without feeling distressed, and the sports car he was driving, and said in a low tone:
"However, I have already promised the people in the company that I will keep you!"

He Changzai and Song Meijuan looked at each other, exchanged opinions, and both said they could meet someone.

He Chang was waiting for someone to wait for a while, a tall man with glasses, and a woman with a graceful figure and a melon-shaped face walked towards the group of people!

Si Xia once saw photos edited by the company on the website, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him, and said with a smile on his face:

"Editor Qin, Editor Li, and Editor Meng, hello!"

For a big anchor with millions of fans like Si Xia, these editors still attached great importance to it, and shook hands with him very affectionately, and exchanged greetings.

Qin Yu glanced at Song Meijuan and Si Xia, thinking about it.

First, he walked over to He Changzai, looked him up and down in shabby clothes, sat on a stool that had not been moved, and said with a haughty expression:
"Young man, Mr. Zhang has taken a fancy to you and wants you to sign with our Shangyue company... How about an annual salary of 100 million!"

After hearing Qin Yu's words, the other two editors all had a confident expression.

I thought to myself that the annual salary of 100 million is a tempting astronomical figure for a person in a poor mountain village.

It can help him fulfill many dreams, and he will definitely not refuse this matter!

He Changzai glanced at Si Xia, and felt that if he refused directly, it would be too disrespectful to her, so he looked at Qin Yu and said:
"Let me think about it!"

When Qin Yu heard this, his complexion changed instantly, and he said mockingly:
"Boy, Mr. Zhang has his eyes on you, and let us come all the way to sign with you. It's the blessing you got from burning incense in your previous life... There are so many artists in new media, and we appreciate it so much." There is no shortage of you in a company, I advise you not to be ignorant of flattery, but to sign it!"

The other two editors agreed!
"Young man, with 100 million a year, you can buy a car and a house. If you miss this opportunity, you may think about it afterwards and faint in the toilet!"

"Look, I got a blister on my foot because I came here to look for you, but now you're putting on a show, it's really annoying!"

"I'm the one who made this stuff. If I want to be famous, I just need to fly a little bit, and there will be countless Internet companies competing to sign me every minute... Do you think you will care about a little-known company like yours? !"

He Chang stretched out his hand to guide the top of the mountain, the wooden kite located in the 24 formations of Jize on the top of the mountain, put all the stools on the table, and walked towards the parking place down the mountain with his arms in his arms.

With a look of contempt on his face, Qin Yu followed the direction of He Changzai's finger, casually glanced at it, and immediately opened his eyes wide, staying where he was, dazed in a daze!
I thought to myself, this is not the popular wooden kite, or something!
He wanted to apologize to He Changzai, but found that he had already led Song Meijuan away, so he quickly led someone to chase after him.

(End of this chapter)