Nan Xian was called away by a phone call, and when she arrived at the location mentioned by the program team, she learned that everyone was going to the town together this afternoon to help the villagers of Buxian Village sell things.

This link is something that Nan Xian has not experienced in the first two times.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, she immediately went to the director's lounge to find Director Deng, but-

An assistant director surnamed Hu, whom she had little contact with, came out to receive her, and the assistant director Hu said that Director Deng was suddenly unwell and would be replaced by him this afternoon.

And he also said euphemistically that the recording content of the program will change with various factors, such as weather, time, and even the status of the guests, and this time, it is not within the scope of Nan Xian's management.

When Deputy Director Hu spoke, Nan Xian observed the changes in his facial expressions for a moment.

Stiff, the same stiffness as the old couple Qian.

She knew it in her heart.

“...... Therefore, there are some adjustments to the itinerary this afternoon, I hope you can understand. ”

Nan Xian smiled, pretended not to notice anything, said "yes" and left the lounge.

**

A group of six people got on the bus, bumped and bumped for more than half an hour, and finally arrived at the destination - Ginkgo Town.

Ginkgo Town is a famous tourist town in Qingcheng, a key project supported by the government, which used to be just an ordinary farming village, but now it has become an Internet celebrity check-in place, and the income created by Qingcheng every year is very objective.

There is a ginkgo market in Ginkgo Town, which sells local residents' home-grown vegetables and fruits or handmade knick-knacks, such as bamboo baskets and rattan hats.

And today, the task of all the guests is to help the villagers of Buxian Village to "sell goods", which combination sells the highest cumulative amount of goods, which group has the right to choose clues three times, and the other two groups can only take one clue.

First draw lots to decide what each group will sell, Nan Xian drew the rattan hat of Aunt Chai's family, Wei Zeling drew the handmade pastries of Grandma Wang's family, and Lang Zhuo drew the rapeseed oil squeezed by Uncle Li's own family.

Nan Xian is lucky, Chai Damiang's stall is in the middle of the market, the one on the left sells sugar gourds, and the one on the right sells sugar paintings.

She and He Mingxiao put the rattan hat on their heads, the men were handsome and beautiful, and they were particularly conspicuous, and they couldn't help but take a few more glances when they passed by.

Nan Xian has a sweet mouth, responsible for sales, and when she saw the aunts of the tour group wearing red, green and purple silk scarves, she warmly invited them to try them on with a stack of rattan hats.

Seeing the young girl dressed beautifully, she smiled and pushed He Mingxiao forward, with the blessing of the "beautiful man", there were more and more people around the front of Aunt Chai's stall, and the stacks of rattan hats on the ground were picked up one after another, and after a while, only a few patterns were left, and the patterns were relatively not so amazing.

Nan Xian said with a dry mouth, and while she was drinking water and resting, she walked around to "spy on the enemy".

The progress on Wei Zeling's side was unexpectedly smooth, and there were a lot of Yu Lin's fans this time, and they almost rushed to buy all the pastries, so happy that Grandma Wang's mouth couldn't close, and she worked hard to make new ones on the side.

Nan Xian estimated their inventory, and then calculated the price, and felt a little bad in her heart.

The unit price of pastries is not expensive, but the quantity is large, a box sells for 30 yuan, 50 boxes is 1,500 yuan, but a rattan hat on his side is only 28 yuan, and he can't sell 50 pieces......

No way! Gotta win!

Nan Xian nibbled on the roasted sweet potatoes she had received from Lang Zhuo as she hurried back to her stall.

Before she got closer, she saw two girls with shy faces standing in front of He Mingxiao, talking to him.

He Mingxiao leaned over slightly, he didn't know what he heard, he was slightly stunned, and then burst into a very happy smile.

Nan Xian raised her eyebrows: Yo?