The Minjiang River in the early morning was shrouded in richness, and the weather didn't seem to be very good, gloomy, Mr. Huang woke up at dawn and got up alone and went downstairs to cook breakfast.

A pot of soy milk and then fry some small fritters, with some pickles, the taste and nutrition are not lacking, the fire under the cauldron is booming, Mr. Huang has to wash empty, and put out the lanterns in the backyard.

"Teacher Huang, morning~"

Teacher He rubbed his eyes in floral shorts and short-sleeved flip-flops, and walked out of the mushroom house to brush his teeth in a half-dream.

"Jiong~ Did they get up?"

"Du Hezhang is awake, Xiao Xuan and Peng Peng are still sleeping, Teacher Huang, what are you doing for breakfast?"

Teacher He shivered when he went out, the smell of earth was filled with the wings of his nose, the thick mist was hazy, and the trees outside the yard could not be seen clearly.

"It's foggy. ”

"Tell them to get up, I see that the weather is not right today, so I will help the villagers harvest the wheat as soon as possible. ”

Ripe wheat is most afraid of soaking in water, and if it rains today, the recovered wheat is likely to become moldy or even sprout, and no matter which one is inedible.

"Hmm~"

Teacher He brushed his teeth and mumbled inarticulately.

…

Breakfast was placed in the living room, Zhang Zifeng, who had not woken up yet, was stunned with a spoon, Peng Peng was completely driven by eating, sleepwalking.

Ye Mingxuan grabbed his head and slapped it a few times, last night's old wine obviously had a lot of stamina, and he still had a headache.

"Lao Huang, why do you get up so early?"

"Yo, isn't this a fish?

"The world is so big, what is a talking fish, and a fish that can command a fish to land is really powerful!"

Du He held the bowl, and the hot soy milk with crispy fritters was more fragrant than any big fish and meat.

"cough~cough~"

Ye Mingxuan was almost choked to death by the teasing of the two, he was famous for a lifetime, and he was defeated in a glass of wine, and the people's hearts are not ancient!

Zhang Zifeng suddenly came back to his senses, patted Ye Mingxuan on the back, and said with concern and blame: "Drink slowly!"

"Hey~"

Peng Peng suddenly laughed strangely, and was glared at by Zhang Zifeng unkindly before he restrained a little.

"For the old disrespect, Lao Huang, I suspect that you deliberately cheated me last night?"

"I cheated you? You yourself said that you are a fish, you can't stop it, blame me?"

Teacher Huang shrugged, thinking of Ye Mingxuan's embarrassment, he felt funny, and he had to pull himself to explain that he was not a fish, it was really cola.

"Teacher He, and the two of you, don't you know what to stop me?"

"Why didn't you stop you, don't you know, how strong you are? Can you stop it? You have to perform boxing, and you almost didn't scare us to death. ”

Zhang Yi rolled his eyes, glad that he didn't pour wine on Director Ye in the crew, who could stop him if he sprinkled it?

"Okay, okay, just act like it didn't happen, the audience in front of the TV, you didn't see a fish, well, you didn't see it!"

Teacher He was bad, deliberately made fun of Ye Mingxuan, and instigated the audience after the show was broadcast, and his conscience was greatly broken.

"Uh~ Eat and eat~ The fritters are good, the soy milk is good, the weather ~ is also good, the purple maple is very beautiful~"

…

In the joke of everyone, Ye Mingxuan rolled his eyes in helplessness, stumbled after breakfast, and the program team rowed a boat to take everyone ashore.

There are no old people and children in the corner of the village, there are no young and middle-aged people, the old people seem to be accustomed to it, and they turn a blind eye to the cameras and stars of the program group, and the children's pure eyes surround the staff curiously, and a few older children who have seen Mr. Huang and his party surround Mr. Huang.

"Little Chubby, it's you again, where are your parents?"

Teacher Huang picked up the little boy, who was about four years old, and took a tissue to wipe his nose with a tissue.

"I'm not called Little Fat Dun, my name is Zhang Hang, and my parents went to harvest wheat. ”

didn't get the candy, Mr. Huang was not as attractive as his friends, and the little chubby dun twisted his body and clamored to come down.

"Peng Peng Xiaoxuan, go to the village to borrow a car, Peng Peng knows the place, and drives directly to the field. ”

"Oh, okay Mr. Huang!"

The entrance of the village was divided into two teams, Peng Peng and Ye Mingxuan went to the village committee to borrow a car, and Mr. Huang rushed to the field with the rest of the people.

At ten o'clock, the thick fog dissipated, the sun quietly appeared, and Mr. Huang, who was cutting wheat, breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yi was also from a rural area when he was a teenager, and he was no stranger to scythes, but Du He, who didn't dare to do anything with a scythe, seemed to be aiming at his calves every time, which looked very dangerous.

"Du He, otherwise you don't cut it, we lack a bundle, you specialize in bundling. ”

"Okay!"

Du He thought that baling was an easy job, but in fact it was not, the wheat thorns of wheat were very uncomfortable on the skin, and if you didn't take protective measures, it didn't take long to itch after baling, of course, you would cut wheat, but it was not as serious as baling.

Ye Mingxuan rode an electric tricycle to carry Peng Peng, and came at a gallop, along with the old-fashioned foot thresher pulled by the program team.

Just as he was about to speak, there were a few more drops of coldness on his forehead, Ye Mingxuan looked up at the sky, the sun was in the sky, thinking it was an illusion, and he didn't care.

"Lao Huang, what am I doing?"

"You~ It's raining?"

Teacher Huang also looked up.

"It seems to be raining!" Zhang Zifeng stretched out his arm.

"Duhe Peng Peng, pull the cut wheat away first, hurry up, Xiao Xuan help!"

Ye Mingxuan knew that now was not the time to joke, so he agreed to pick up the sickle and work hard.

As soon as Peng Peng and Du He pulled away a car, the soybean-sized raindrops began to drip, and after more than ten seconds, the heavy rain mixed with Xiaoice and hail smashed down on the head and face. The program team dodged in a panic, and the umbrella could barely hold up.

I guessed that it would rain, but I didn't guess that it would be accompanied by hail, but fortunately, the protective measures were in place before everyone came, only Du He was too troublesome to bring a hat, and at this time he held his head and shouted to dodge everywhere.

Ye Mingxuan looked at Zhang Zifeng, who was trembling in the rain, took off his coat violently, stretched it out on top of his head, and held the soaked Zhang Zifeng in his arms.

"Xiao Xuan, protect your sister!"

"Lao Huang, is there an umbrella with a long pole?

Ye Mingxuan and Zhang Zifeng were a little far away from the program group, and the hail the size of the bean was crackling, and they couldn't be heard at all from a distance. Zhang Zifeng, who was soaked in the rain, had a strange feeling hiding in Ye Mingxuan's arms, and before he had time to experience it, he was attracted by the direction of the village!

More than a dozen young and strong guys at the entrance of the village held pots and pans to deliver things to the program team.

The photographers didn't care about themselves, and ran to the village with the camera, and Ye Mingxuan took the big basin sent by the villagers and put it on top of his head.

"Go back to the village first, and when the rain stops, I'm trying to figure out a way!"

"Brother, it's okay if I have a hat, leave me alone!"

The hail crackled at the bottom of the basin, and Ye Mingxuan's fingers were faintly numb.

Seeing that no one was paying attention, he kissed Zhang Zifeng's forehead and said dotingly: "What are you talking about!