Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

After a lot of fighting, the four pigs were finally put into the pig pen in the toilet.

There were pigs and a group of chickens in the toilet, so Song Wanqiu didn't dare to go to the toilet anymore. She had to drag two girls to accompany her.

Invisibly, the guests developed some revolutionary friendships like "brothers in need".

The heavy responsibility of making a fire still fell on Nangong Ying. She leaned against the dusty wall of the kitchen without any image and gave instructions.

Feng Yi dared not speak out in anger.

The labor in the fields was very demanding, not to mention that they had traveled such a long distance. In order to have food, he had no choice but to obey orders.

After adding a handful of firewood as Nangong Ying said, he still couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Being so thin is such a hindrance. I don't have the energy to do any work. Being on this show is not a sign of trouble..."

Nangong Ying raised her eyelids and said, "I can hear it."

Did she want to be so thin?

However, he was right in saying that if you don't have the energy to do any work, coming to this show is a bad thing.

This once again confirmed her suspicion that Ye Xiyao had no good intentions.

However, she is no longer the original Nangong Ying. This gentle and kind-hearted stepsister may have failed in her plan.

After dinner, while it was still dark, Nangong Ying called a few men to go out with sickles to look for pigweed.

With smoke curling up from the kitchen, she wrapped her military coat tightly and came to the three-cent vegetable plot that belonged to them.

"Nangong Ying, are you fooling us? Where can I find anything to feed the pigs here?" Feng Yi swung the sickle with a bad expression on his face.

Before he finished speaking, he saw Nangong Ying bending down and starting to cut the vines on the edge of the field.

Zhao Yipeng saw this and began to imitate him. He has begun to trust Nangong Ying's ability in farming.

Fan Gan looked at it and asked, "What is this?"

He hasn't seen it.

"Sweet potato vines can be fed to pigs."

Nangong Ying paused, looked back at him, and added seriously, "You can also feed people."

As soon as these words came out, Fan Qian looked confused, and the barrage was full of laughter.

[God can feed pigs as well as people! Killing me! 】

[Looking at Mr. Fan’s face, Hahaha, he looks the same as this sweet potato vine. 】

[Mr. Fan thought to himself: Are you calling me a pig, or are you calling me a pig? 】

"How do you know it's for pigs? What if the pigs eat it bad?" Feng Yi just couldn't stand Nangong Ying's indifferent look.

It's obvious that everyone is a farmer for the first time, so why does she adapt so well? Now he is attacking his boss brother, that will never be allowed!

Nangong Ying raised her chin to signal him to look at her surroundings. She had said enough.

Feng Yi stared at him with big eyes.

"What she means is that every household here has this beside the field, and it must be edible." Zhao Yipeng has figured out some rules.

"Yes." Nangong Ying confirmed in person and briefly added, "Besides, the pig belongs to the owner's family. It must be very close to eat."

Judging from the proficiency with which the pigs entered the pen and the smoothness with which the chickens flew into the toilet and squatted in the pig pen, they must have come from the original farmer's home.

[Hey, she seems to be getting smarter! 】

After feeding the pigs, it became completely dark.

After a busy day, everyone was no longer in the same mood as the night before. They lined up to fetch water from the kitchen and went back to the bedroom to wipe themselves and go to bed early.

Nangong Ying rested her arms on her head and looked quietly at the mosquito net above her head, thinking about what Uncle Ali said during the day.

"Can't you sleep?" Song Wanqiu had been paying attention to her for a day. Ever since Uncle A Li started speaking in dialect, Nangong Ying had been worried.

"Is it because... of the dialect here?"

Nangong Ying turned her head and stared at Song Wanqiu's face as if through the dark night.

Is this how far her emotions have come out?

"Yes." She said as if sighing.

Apart from this word, there is no other word.

Some memories are shared by no one.

"Does it remind you of your past?" Song Wanqiu asked cautiously.

Having been writing novels for many years, she had an intuition that told her that the story here must not be as simple as she thought.

Ye Xiyao once told her that what Nangong Ying hated the most was the countryside, because after she became He Yunshen's fiancée, too many people used her experience to make excuses, and she felt embarrassed.

But from the moment she arrived here, the Nangong Ying she met was not someone who disliked the countryside. On the contrary, she respected the land more than all of them and was more adaptable to this place.

She has always been curious, until Uncle Ah Li's local accent appeared today, and her curiosity reached its peak.

I vaguely felt that this was the inspiration she came for.

"Yes, I remembered the past."

Nangong Ying closed her eyes, and the bluestone pavement, the majestic city wall, the passing of carriages and horses, dancing flags, horses riding through the streets, and the sound of hawking along the way gradually appeared in her mind, which was the loudest sound she had heard since she was a child.

She thought she would never hear it again, but today...

That's right, in this world without the history of the Southern Chu Kingdom, she heard the long-lost local accent.

At that moment, her eyes were red, her emotions surged out, and she hid them back.

Since there are somewhat similar local accents, does it mean that this place has some connection with the former Southern Chu Kingdom?

She is not someone who has no place of origin.

So……

Does it mean that she can see what happened behind her and know whether the person she has been thinking about is doing well after that?

She listened to Song Wanqiu's gentle breathing next to her, and the memories intertwined, and her heart became soft, "I miss my sister."

Song Wanqiu immediately knew that the sister Nangong Ying was talking about was not her stepsister Ye Xiyao, but her other biological sister.

"Is it Nangong Qi?"

Nangong Ying raised her eyebrows slightly in the darkness. Yes, the original owner had a sister named Nangong Qi.

What a coincidence, her queen sister is named Nangong Qi.

Qi means beautiful jade.

Her sister is an extraordinary beauty of their Nangong family.

Nangong Ying turned over, looked at the starry sky outside the small window, and responded to Song Wanqiu's words, "Yes."

"You can go back and see her after recording the show." Song Wanqiu comforted her.

Speaking of her sister, Nangong Ying's feeling of loneliness immediately dissipated, and a touch of tenderness and longing lingered around her.

The days pass by quickly.

Time flies when farming is busy. They go out early and come back late every day, and more than ten days have passed in the blink of an eye.

In the past half month, the variety show "It's Better to Go Home" has been officially launched. In parallel with the live broadcast, two episodes of the program have been released while recording and editing.

As a slow-life variety show in this fast era, the amateurs of "Return to the Countryside" stand up to live broadcasts throughout the day and focus on one truth in their words and deeds. On this basis, its variety show unexpectedly became popular once it was aired.

This is something that even the director and the idiots themselves didn’t expect.

Nangong Ying's reputation is gradually showing signs of turning around due to her various unexpected and sexy moves in variety shows.

Ye Xiyao had just finished her day's work, turned on her phone and saw the top-searched entry.

#荀田文化蹹! Going backward turns out to be moving forward#