Wilderness Live: The actor's little Jiaojiao can't hide

Bai Shilan stopped Yalu from complaining about Bai Rourou, and talked to several other guests about how to divide up the saplings.

The few guests still meant that, Bai Shilan should be the first, and it's fine if they don't come last.

Seeing several guests discussing there, the director felt that he really needed a quick-acting heart-relief pill.

I have done so many episodes, this is the first episode, the game is finished so quickly, and the guests are still discussing it.

How will you spend the rest of the time?
"Director, the game is over, do you have any arrangements?" Bai Shilan asked.

The director looked at her resentfully: "White Woman, this is an all-morning game."

Bai Shilan didn't seem to feel his resentment: "What will the director decide to do this afternoon?"

"Plant a tree."

"Then let's plant trees in the morning and look around in the afternoon?"

The director choked up: "White Woman, this is not a travel show."

Bai Shilan said ecstatically: "Then why don't you find the staff and we'll chase after you?"

The director was almost out of breath: "...It is the staff chasing you, not you chasing the staff!"

"It's all chasing, what's the difference?"

"!!" The difference is huge.

There is a lot of joy on the barrage.

[White Woman: It's all about chasing, the process is not important, the result is the most important. 】

[Director: I want you to be chased and run around so that you can make trouble, but I don't want you to make trouble. 】

【It's the first time I've seen the guests so relaxed. I have a feeling that this episode of the program will be very joyful and very different. 】

Seeing this, Bai Shilan discussed planting trees with several guests: "We are not professionals, we need to find professionals."

Yalu raised her hand and said with a smile: "The director must have hired a professional, but it's not that simple."

Several guests talked about their history of blood and tears.

"Generally speaking, the director will let us use labor, or make money to pay each other's wages. The process is very hard."

"Many times, the director will even arrange for the staff to make trouble. Anyway, they just won't let us finish it easily."

Bai Shilan looked at the director quietly: "Director, I think you don't mind, let's find someone to help us?"

The director said yes, he had already arranged it, and he didn't believe that White Woman still has such great abilities.

Bai Shilan glanced at the villagers who were watching the theater, and walked over with a gentle expression: "Who can plant trees?"

The variety show was filmed here, and a large group of villagers had gathered around to watch the excitement.

Basically middle-aged and elderly people and children, very few young people, most of them have gone out to work.

This is the norm in every village.

People in the village say that anyone can plant trees, but only old man Wang can plant trees for sand control here.

"Old man Wang is stubborn and withdrawn. He devoted himself to planting trees decades ago, regardless of what others think."

"In the past, everyone didn't understand him, which also caused him not to marry a wife. His parents were all mad, and his brothers and sisters ignored him."

"Although I understand him now, his temper... Hey, he doesn't have a good relationship with his brothers and sisters, and he doesn't want to associate with the villagers. He's very withdrawn."

Bai Shilan pondered for a while and came up with an idea.

She borrowed a car from the director, and took the guests except Bai Rourou to Old Man Wang's house.

Yalu who was driving: "White Lady, according to the villagers, this old man Wang is difficult to deal with, how can we get him to agree to help?"

A tiny camera is placed on the car.

Bai Shilan already had an idea, and asked a few guests if they had any good ideas, and tried to give everyone more opportunities to go abroad.

"I think Old Man Wang is not a bad person. Anyone who is willing to devote himself to sand control is not a bad person. We can talk to him about it."

"We are doing shows, and old man Wang may not agree. We have to change our method."

"Funded to help him?"

"It is estimated that someone has funded it. The state will subsidize this kind of thing. This method is not very good."

Bai Shilan: "You have to think about what old man Wang wants."

want?
Several guests looked at each other in blank dismay, what does old man Wang want?
"Marry a wife?"

"Reconcile with brothers and sisters?"

White poetry and blue support the forehead.

There are also various ideas on the barrage.

[I think what the guests said is wrong. If old man Wang really thinks about it, he won't be so withdrawn. 】

[Could it be related to sand control?Old man Wang has devoted himself to sand control for decades, and what he wants most is the success of sand control. 】

[This is not easy to handle. It is not a matter of a day or two to succeed in sand control. 】

[I admire old man Wang. He has been working on sand control for decades, but he is not understood by others. His parents are angry to death, his brothers and sisters are divorced, and he has a bad relationship with the villagers. He has not changed his original intention. 】

[There are really too few people like Old Man Wang. These people are unknown, suffer the most, get the least money, but no one pays attention. 】

Regarding people who give silently like Old Man Wang, it rushed to the hot search and sparked a huge discussion.

Bai Shilan and the others came to Old Man Wang's house.

Located in the most remote part of the village, there is a lonely clay tile house, which looks like a house in the 80s and [-]s, and it is already a bit old.

Yalu took a selfie stick and took detailed pictures of the situation outside Old Man Wang's house.

"White Lady, are we really helping Old Man Wang?"

She only lived in such a house when she participated in variety shows.

But Bai Shilan shook her head: "People who can control desertification in obscurity for decades will not accept other people's funding casually."

As she spoke, she knocked on the door: "Is anyone there? We're here to learn about sand control."

Within a minute or two, the door was slowly opened, revealing an old man with a stooped body and a weathered face but not easy to mess with.

He looked at Bai Shilan and the others with cloudy eyes, and said stiffly: "Don't teach!"

Bai Shilan understood what he was thinking, and pointed to the selfie stick: "Uncle Wang, your ability to control sand by yourself is limited."

"We made programs to publicize desertification control, and maybe more people will come to control desertification.

Maybe in a few years, the wind and sand here will not be so big. In a few years, all you can see is lush and green vegetation, how wonderful. "

Yalu and the others nodded.

"Yes, Uncle Wang, your strength alone is limited after all."

"Uncle Wang, to be honest, I'm not afraid of your anger. If you go there one day, who will control the sand?"

Old man Wang snorted heavily, and slammed the door shut.

Bai Shilan knew that this matter could not be rushed, so she took a few guests to the village to find out more detailed information about Old Man Wang.

According to the villagers, in the early years, in order to control the desertification, the old man sold his property and stole the gift money prepared by his parents to buy saplings, which made his parents mad.

This is his heart knot, but he has always insisted on sand control.

Later, when he really ran out of money, he took part-time jobs, and basically all the money he earned was invested in sand control.

Also owed a lot of foreign debt.

A few years ago, many people came to ask for debts, and there was a lot of trouble.