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

In the past few years, their relationship with Old Man Wang has eased, and they wanted to help him, but Old Man Wang refused, saying that he could do it himself.

In Old Man Wang's heart, there is only one thing he wants to do, and if the sand control is successful as soon as possible, then he will have the face to see his parents.

"Second brother has never paid homage to his parents. It's not that he is unfilial, but he has no face to pay homage. He said that he will go to his parents' graves and tell them about it after the sand control is successful."

"Last year's Spring Festival, we wanted to force our second brother to pay homage to his parents, but he refused to go because he felt ashamed to see his parents."

Bai Shilan slowed down her voice: "May I ask, did your parents tell you about Uncle Wang before they passed away?"

Old man Wang's brothers and sisters were silent for a while before saying.

"As I said before, my parents said that if the second brother doesn't give up desert control, he will not be a child."

"When my father was dying, he yelled that the second brother was not allowed to worship him, saying that he would pollute his place."

Bai Shilan pressed the center of her eyebrows, it was a bit difficult to handle.

"One more question, before your parents died, did you leave anything for Uncle Wang?"

Old man Wang's brothers and sisters all said no. At that time, his parents were really pissed off, and they wished that there was no son, so how could they leave things behind.

Bai Shilan signaled Yalu and the others to continue talking, and she was thinking about what to do next, which was safer.

I thought that Old Man Wang's parents would care about him before they died.

Now that this trick doesn't work, you have to use another method.

What method should be used?
Just as Bai Shilan was thinking, she heard Yalu's voice.

"White Lady, we're done talking."

Bai Shilan hummed absently: "Old man Wang's business is difficult."

Regardless of the guests or netizens, they all know that this matter is difficult to handle.

"The professional that the program team is looking for is probably not Uncle Wang?" A guest asked a question.

Yalu exclaimed, "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not."

"Let's help Uncle Wang, we can accomplish multiple things at one stroke, right?"

The guest was right after thinking about it: "The problem is, we can't turn this place into a lush green place all at once."

Yalu: "This cannot be defeated by magic."

Bai Shilan: "What if we can let Uncle Wang see the determination of countless people to fight sand?"

Several guests from Yalu looked at each other.

"Whether this method is good or not, the problem is that this is a long-term matter, not a show."

"For a long time, where are we going to find so many people? If the workers we look for are not serious, Uncle Wang will be upset."

Bai Shilan shook her phone: "The government has a donation channel, and has arranged corresponding staff. We just need to wait."

A few guests from Yalu quickly took out their mobile phones to watch.

"Really! As expected of a powerful netizen, he helped Uncle Wang settle this matter."

"But how long shall we wait?"

Bai Shilan raised her eyebrows: "This is to see how much we can do."

Yalu and the others figured it out after a little thought, and put on their scarves one after another, calling on netizens to help old man Wang, hoping that someone would come over to help control the sand in the afternoon.

In the follow-up, with the officials and their attention, the desertification control will not become a blank check.

Bai Shilan and several celebrities have a lot of appeal, and the popularity of the variety show is very high, more and more netizens join it.

The government also immediately arranged a 20-member sand control team to the village where Old Man Wang lives.

After meeting with Bai Shilan and the others, they came to Old Man Wang's house.

Old man Wang didn't wait to see Bai Shilan and the others, but greeted the official with a smile.

Seeing Bai Shilan and the others sigh, it turns out that the official people are the most popular.

The professional team discussed with Mr. Wang about the sand control, and said that the government will manage the sand control in the future, so that he can feel at ease.

Old man Wang's eyes were red, and he wiped his tears: "Okay, okay, I finally see hope, and my persistence is also useful."

The squad leader patted him on the shoulder and said in relief, "Your persistence is very useful."

"If it weren't for your persistence for so many years, the greening of our village would not be so good.

If you look at other villages, there are so many winds and sandstorms, I don’t know how many people are envious of our village’s greenery, and they all want to move here. "

Old man Wang seldom communicates with people, so he doesn't know much about these things: "Really?"

"I think it's better to take Uncle Wang out and listen to what the villagers have to say?" Bai Shilan suggested.

The team leader thought it was a good idea, so he, Bai Shilan and the others took old man Wang around the village and chatted with the villagers.

"Hey, old man Wang, are you willing to come out of your tortoise shell? As I said, you should come out more and don't keep shrinking in your tortoise shell."

"Old man Wang, are you short of people to control sand? I have nothing to do, so I will control sand with you."

"Old man Wang, I didn't understand it in the early years, but now I understand it. If it weren't for your persistence, the wind and sand in our village would not be so small."

Hearing what the villagers said, Old Man Wang was quite shocked.

He didn't want to interact with the villagers, one was because he didn't want to hear gossip from the villagers, and the other was that he didn't want to bother the villagers.

Who knows, the villagers have long since treated him like a snake and a scorpion like they did in those years.

Old man Wang, who hadn't communicated with others for many years, rubbed his hands and followed Bai Shilan and the others, not knowing what to say to the villagers.

Bai Shilan, who noticed that he was a little cramped, found a place with a lot of people in the village and invited them to chat about sand control.

"This is the old sand control king." An aunt gave a thumbs up: "Other villages, the one with the wind and sand is not like our village."

"Actually, I don't blame us on old man Wang. Life was not good in the early years. Everyone wanted to live a good life. Where can I lend money to old man Wang? The key is whether to repay the loan."

"Now that life is getting better, everyone realizes that there is no extra time for sand control due to the harm caused by the wind and sand."

Hearing this, Bai Shilan had an idea: "Uncle and Aunt, people in the village are relatively free, or do they usually farm?"

The villagers said that everyone knows how to farm or do something to kill time, otherwise it would be too idle.

They are all people who have suffered, and no one wants to be idle. They all think that it is better to make some money if they can, than to be idle.

Bai Shilan asked the official staff: "You want to hire people to control desertification?"

The team leader said that he wanted it. It is impossible to control the desertification with only a few people like them, and this is a long-term task.

Bai Shilan asked again if she could hire the uncles and aunts in the village.

The uncles and aunts in the village are all good at work. Hiring them and being able to ease the relationship with Old Man Wang can be regarded as helping Old Man Wang.

The team leader can decide this matter: "Let me say first, the salary for sand control is not high..."

"I'll pay the wages, I'll pay, one month..." Yalu turned a corner after receiving Bai Shilan's eyes: "Three thousand!"