Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 122 The country road is even more slippery!
"Okay, I understand!" The secretary rolled his eyes, turned and left with the documents.

Brother Xiaoma stayed where he was, and continued to look at his starship. Looking at it, his hand touched it unconsciously.

Birth is not at the right time.

Both Shengyu and He Shengliang!
Give yourself another five years, even if it only takes three years, you can make a lot of money!

Why this time?
With a punch on the shell of the Star Wars ship, he sat down slowly.

……

"Wake up! Hello, I haven't updated the video for a few days, how can you be so lazy!"

Mo Yu was still asleep, but was forcibly dragged up by Mo Wen.

He was not asked to wash his face or brush his teeth. The filming equipment was stuffed into his hands, and he was dragged out of the house forcibly.

I met a few people from the Homeland Defense Bureau on the road, and these people have long been familiar with it.

We all know that these two brothers and sisters have their own talents, one's talent is added to intelligence, and the other's talent is added to strength.

I don't know how their parents were born, but unfortunately they can no longer be found.

Otherwise, you have to take a look at the scriptures and issue a certificate of the hero's parents along the way.

"What is this for?"

"Taking pictures of local customs!" Mo Wen replied, but her camera was clearly staring at the chicken raised by her brother.

Because the camera has been following the cock in front of it, turning slowly!

Wherever the cock goes, the camera will follow!

Mo Yu's cheeks twitched, this is the drunken man who cares about his brother's family heatstroke instead of drinking!

"Eat chicken every day! Don't you get tired of it?"

Brother's words made Mo Wen put down the camera.

"I just got tired of eating chicken every day, so I wanted to come out and see if there is anything else to eat!"

"Then you are still staring at other people's chickens!"

"The main reason is that there is no food around here! I can only watch chickens!" As she spoke, she picked up the camera again and looked around for something to eat.

Forget it, there's nothing I can do with this girl!

The two brothers and sisters carried the camera and photographed the so-called local customs along the way.

"Ninth Auntie! Is that little fragrant pig in your family well-raised?"

"Have gained weight? It's not good, it's too oily, it tastes greasy!"

"Sixth Uncle, when will your lychees be ripe?"

"What? You cut it down? What a waste of things you are! How old is that lychee tree of yours! You cut it down!"

"Alas! Why do you get angry after just a few words!"

"Qigong, what are we doing here? We need to take a picture of local customs, we need someone to be our lead actor, and we need some sponsorship!"

"I think your two mallard ducks are very good. Our theme today is the old peasant's meal!"

"Your two mallard ducks are just right in height, short, fat and thin. Make old duck soup with that sour radish! Don't mention it, it's delicious!"

"How about it? Be the protagonist! Give me money!"

"100 yuan! At least 100 yuan for you!"

"Is 100 yuan too small? Come on, Qigong, this is a low-budget movie, and you are the leading actor. I don't want you to be like Uncle Jing!"

"You must bring at least two ducks!"

Under Mo Yu's constant persuasion, the old man finally sent the two plague gods away at the price of two ducks.

One word left!

"Next time I go to your fifth uncle's house, there are more ducks in his house!"

Holding the duck in his hand, Mo Wen had a heartfelt smile on his face.

But after walking a few steps, she thought of a serious problem. There was no sour radish for stewing duck at home.

Therefore, you also need to find a recipient/sponsor.

As soon as he rolled his eyes, he had a goal in his heart, and he followed Sa Yazi to the target's house.

Before arriving, I met a few people on the edge of the village.

A few young people looked to be in their twenties, with fluff on their faces, clear eyes, full of stupidity.

Squatting on the side of the road and flying the drone, several people were engrossed in looking at the controller in their hands, and didn't notice Mo Wen's approach at all.

The girl tied the duck around her waist and walked slowly over. When she was about to get close, she raised her foot and stomped it violently.

Shoes collide with concrete road.

Snapped!
"You guys! What are you doing!" There was a violent shout, and the four young people were startled, and the remote control in their hands fell to the ground.

It fell to pieces.

They turned their heads and looked at Mo Wen, who was close at hand, with doubts on their faces. After a while, the doubts turned into ecstasy.

Then the four of them rushed in front of Mo Wen together, like a fan chasing a star, meeting his favorite star.

"It's my sister!"

"Really, I didn't expect to meet it as soon as I came here!"

"Sister Wen is here! Is Boss Mo Yu here too!"

"You see that wretched and wretched man in the back, don't you?"

"It really is!"

"It doesn't look like the studio at all!"

"What do you know, in the live broadcast room, he has the burden of being an idol! If you are not in the live broadcast room, what image do you want?"

Several people changed hands and threw Mo Wen aside, and ran towards Mo Yu together.

Running and shouting.

"Boss, I'm your fan! Sign it for me!"

"Help me raise a fungus!"

"Help me—forget it, write me a paper!"

"Stop!" Mo Yu stretched out his hand to stop the person at the front, and waited for the remaining three people to also stop before asking, "What are you four doing!"

"What's your last name? What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you going? How many people are there in the family? How many acres of land per person? How many cows in the family? Are you licking a dog? Tell me!"

At this moment, the illusion of the image of the big brother Wei'an in the hearts of several people was completely shattered, leaving only helplessness.

Looking at each other, the person who asked Mo Yu to raise bacteria explained:

"Boss! We are really your fans! We are students of Yunhai Agricultural College!"

"We saw Daxie's prominence in agriculture, so we came here and wanted to learn from you!"

"Really?" Mo Yu was skeptical about these people's answers.

Because so far, except for the so-called Ocean Academy in Donghai who posted a barrage in the live broadcast room, there has been no other movement!
Plus it's May!

Therefore, there is only one possibility for these few people to come here!
"Can't you find an internship unit?"

After being told the deepest thoughts in her heart, a ray of embarrassment appeared on the face of the elder sister. Looking at the curious eyes of the opposite person, she nodded awkwardly.

"Yes!" After finishing speaking, several people looked expectantly at Mo Yu.

"That's right, since you want to intern with me, you can!"

Facing the expectant eyes of several people, Mo Yu agreed, but immediately his face was full of wicked smiles.

"Today, I will teach you the first lesson! Country roads are more slippery!"

As he said that, Mo Yu pushed a few people forward, and after a while, they arrived at a drink stand by the roadside.

The owner of the drink stand is an uncle who looks to be in his 40s, with a colorful shirt without buttons, a splayed belly, and a pair of sunglasses hanging on his head.

When he came to the booth, Mo Yu picked up the drinks on the booth, threw a bottle to each of them, then unscrewed a bottle by himself, and drank happily.

After finishing the drink, the bottle was thrown aside, and Mo Yu put his hands behind his back.

"You guys wait for me here, I'll go over there to do something."

(End of this chapter)