There is an inn in the sky

Chapter 234 Met the program team again?

the next morning.

Yan Qingkong took a plane to the southwest.

After several hours of transfers, he finally came to the small mountain village where he planted rice seedlings.

Unexpectedly, two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and the green seedlings planted at the beginning are about to grow into a piece of gold.

There are still the last few days of precipitation, and it can be harvested.

If you harvest now, some of the grains will not be full enough, and the yield may be reduced by one-tenth, or even more...

Although there is nothing to do in the last few days, it is very important.

And the motorcycle that drove him from the town to the small mountain village happened to be the one from last time.

This surprised Yan Qingkong.

it's fate.

I have to sigh.

Get off the car at the village head, and when the villagers saw Yan Qingkong, they all started to look at him curiously.Then, some villagers were surprised, as if they recognized and remembered Yan Qingkong.

After all, two months ago, Yan Qingkong lived in this small mountain village for eight days and helped many villagers plant seedlings...

"Yan Qingkong?"

Some villagers stood up from the roots and shouted.

"Ha, Uncle Chen, I didn't expect you to remember me." Yan Qingkong strode up, looked at the 50-year-old villager, and said, "I haven't seen you for two months, Uncle Chen, how is your waist? Does it still hurt?" ?”

"Same as usual." Uncle Chen said with a smile.

At this time, Yan Qingkong took out a few packs of good cigarettes from his backpack and handed them out one after another.

Except for children, both men and women send it.

During the few days of transplanting rice seedlings, he saw some aunts secretly smoking...

Yan Qingkong once read on the news that someone committed suicide by jumping off the building after returning home because he didn't get a share of cigarettes...

At that time, Yan Qingkong was shocked and couldn't believe it.

However, it is true.

After distributing the cigarettes and chatting a few words, Yan Qingkong went to the old man's house.

The old man's house is in a valley in the village, a brick house with several rooms, although very simple, it is quite clean.

In front of the house is a large yard with a stream in front and a vegetable field on the left.

Behind the house, there is a large bamboo forest.

"Wang Wang."

When Yan Qingkong crossed the creek and walked into the big yard, there was the sound of dogs barking under the eaves.He smiled, and walked up to the white-haired dog who was chained under the eaves and said, "Ah Wei, don't you recognize me?"

This big white-haired native dog was raised by an old man to look after the house, and its name is Awei.

At this time, the white dog looked at Yan Qingkong, recognized it immediately, and then barked excitedly.And Yan Qingkong walked up and squatted down, touched the white dog's head, and said, "Where is Uncle Feng? Are you at home?"

The white dog barked twice toward the back of the house.

The old man's surname is Feng. Although he is over 70 years old, he is still in good health. He can farm and farm and be self-sufficient...

Yan Qingkong patted the white dog, walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the path on the left. After passing through the brick house, he saw the old man under a bamboo forest.

He just put down the baskets he was weaving, as if he wanted to go to the front of the house to see why Ah Wei suddenly barked.

"Blue sky?"

When the old man saw Yan Qingkong, he couldn't believe it, and couldn't help rubbing his eyes.

"Haha, uncle, I'm here again, welcome?" Yan Qingkong walked up quickly, seeing that the uncle was in good spirits, he was slightly relieved.

"Welcome, why don't you welcome me? I still can't believe it." The old man said happily, and asked whether Yan Qingkong had eaten. If he hadn't stopped him, the rice would have already fallen into the pot.

At this time, the old man did not continue spinning baskets, but returned to the house to pour water for Yan Qingkong to drink.

After a while, the two of them were no longer polite. After all, they were already familiar with each other, so they sat under the eaves and smoked a cigarette. Then Yan Qingkong suddenly thought and took out his backpack, took out a bag of things and said, "Master, this is for you, yes A little bit of my heart."

Seeing that the old man evaded repeatedly, he happily accepted it in the end.

This is a little tonic that Yan Qingkong bought for the old man.

"Master, how many days will it take for the rice to be harvested?" In the house, Yan Qingkong asked casually, then walked to the yard and looked at the almost golden rice field opposite.

The old man also came out, looked at it and said: "There are still a few days left, if the sun is bright, it may look like five or six days."

"Master, this year's harvest should be okay." Yan Qingkong said, looking at the golden color, it should feel good.

"It's alright."

The old man smiled faintly, "It's like that, it's not much better, and it's not much worse."

Indeed, after planting a field for a lifetime, the harvest is good and bad, unless there are serious problems such as natural disasters, otherwise the harvest will not vary much.

Even if it is good, it is not much better.

Therefore, the old man is very calm, and will not be sad all day long because of the poor harvest.

Soon after, the old man returned to the bamboo forest behind the house and continued to weave baskets.

But Yan Qingkong followed, observed for a while, and then learned from the old man. After a few attempts, he got used to it very well.

Moreover, not long after, the woven baskets were stronger and more beautiful than the old man's.

The old man was amazed when he saw it, and wondered if it was Yan Qingkong's first time, or was it better than his decades of craftsmanship?

An hour later, Yan Qingkong had already spun a load of baskets, half as fast as the old man.

"Master, are these baskets for threshing?" Yan Qingkong asked.

"Well, the previous baskets were torn, so we have to weave a few loads before threshing." The old man said while tidying up. Including Yan Qingkong's weaving load, there are already four loads of new baskets.

At this time, they took the new baskets and returned to the yard to dry.

But the old man went back to the house, took out a bundle of ropes, and put the ropes on the new baskets.

"Qingkong, this time, you may have to share a room with my old man." Not long after, the old man was slightly embarrassed and said that he was so happy to see Yan Qingkong before that he forgot all of a sudden.

Yan Qingkong was a little surprised when he heard this.

The brick and tile house of the old man is not small, there are four rooms left besides the hall, the kitchen and a room where the grain is kept.

Moreover, the rooms of these brick and tile houses are not small.

This is a large brick house with seven rooms.

"Some time ago, a TV station wanted to use my house, as if they were going to shoot some kind of movie." The old man explained, giving a brief overview of the matter.

Although he didn't speak very clearly, Yan Qingkong basically understood.

That TV station needs to use the few remaining rooms, courtyards, vegetable plots, etc. left by the old man to shoot any variety shows.In addition to getting 1 yuan, the stars of the program group will also help the elderly harvest rice, etc...

The old man agreed without thinking too much.

After all, it's good for him.

"It's ok."

Yan Qingkong smiled and said.

Yan Qingkong had entered the old man's room once before. Apart from being large, it was quite clean and had no peculiar smell.

But at this moment, Yan Qingkong was a little stunned again.

Met the program group again?
Meet four program groups in four days?
This luck...

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(End of this chapter)