In the end, Nan Xian still succumbed to the expectant gaze of the two little girls and the simple smile of Aunt Chai.

However, looking at the rattan hats on the ground that were signed with the names of herself and He Mingxiao, she still had a bad premonition in her heart.

At the end of the task time, to everyone's surprise, Yu Lin's most lively booth was not the first place, and Nan Xian's side did not win the first place, and it was Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng who won the title.

They bought self-pressed rapeseed oil, which is easy to sell, but it is true, after all, every household needs firewood, rice, oil and salt every day. It can be said that it is not easy to sell, and it makes sense, after all, which one who comes to travel and relax would be willing to carry more than ten pounds of things around?

So from the beginning, when they saw that the two of them drew the lottery, the other groups subconsciously eliminated them from their own competition category, but they didn't expect that Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng would have such good luck and meet a boss who came to Qingcheng to visit relatives.

The boss's surname is Xu, and he is very talkative, and when he saw the excitement here, he stepped forward to chat with Lang Zhuo, and the two fell in love very much.

After coming and going, I knew that this Boss Xu was a good person, self-made, and now has several factories and many employees.

Hearing that he was worried about what benefits should be given to the employees during the New Year, Lang Zhuo suddenly came to his senses, enthusiastically promoted his rapeseed oil here, and borrowed a pot stove on the spot to show Boss Xu's hand, winning the other party's applause, and even placed a deposit of 2,000 bottles of rapeseed oil.

The deposit alone has already crushed the two groups of Nan Xian and Wei Zeling.

Nan Xian glanced at the amount of money received by each group displayed on the big screen, and then looked at the triumphant Langzhuo group.

Sheng Zhicheng, who was standing next to Lang Zhuo, smiled innocently, with a faint golden light on his head that ordinary people couldn't see, and a big RMB pattern was happily circling in a circle in the golden light.

Nan Xian couldn't help but show envious eyes: Oh, why didn't I join him!

As the saying goes, "dragons give birth to dragons, and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes", so the spirits should also be genetic, right? If so, then in other words, Sheng Zhicheng and his family may all be money jar spirits?

Wow, that's a lot of money......

As soon as He Mingxiao turned his head, he saw Nan Xian looking at Sheng Zhicheng's direction and was slightly distracted, with envy written in her eyes.

In the ranking on the screen, his and Nan Xian's names are below Lang Zhuo and Sheng Zhicheng, and there is a difference of one decimal place.

He Mingxiao pursed his lips, thought for a moment, leaned close to her ear, and said in a very low voice:

"The He family is richer than his family."

Nan Xian didn't hear clearly: "Huh? ”

He repeated it again, emphasizing the word "rich".

Nan Xian: ...... That's enough.

**

After a short rest, the three groups of guests took the clues they got and returned to Buxian Village on the bus.

The days of winter were short, and when everyone arrived, it was already nightfall, and after dinner together, they returned to their lodgings.

Nan Xian was busy all afternoon, and she had to face the camera in the evening, she was already tired and had a sore back, so she threw herself into the bed after returning to the room, and was about to take a light nap for a while before packing up her things, when she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up suddenly.

Her eyes quickly scanned the room, and her heart sank a little.

The cups on the coffee table were facing off, the scarf on the suitcase, which had revealed a small tassel, was now all tucked in, and the low cabinet in the corner of the wall had been moved.

When she wasn't here, someone came into her room.