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

Following his exclamation, several other guests also changed their faces to varying degrees.

No wonder they were surprised. Even though there are all kinds of weird variety shows in the entertainment industry, none of them are really cruel to artists. Even wilderness survival programs have insider information that once the cameras are turned off, at least they sleep in an RV.

Netizens did not expect that the program team was serious, Nangong Ying was here! !

How bad can Nangong Ying's variety show be, where all the good guys can come?

Thinking of this, the audience turned to look at Nangong Ying's direct shots.

Nangong Ying's expression did not change, and he even started to look at the place when the director finished speaking.

Feng Yi looked at the furious Fan Qian coyly, and then at Nangong Ying over there, "Brother, how can you live in this shabby place?"

"That Nangong Ying seems to really plan to live here..."

"Is it just her?" Fan Qian was angry and still wanted to ridicule, "She couldn't bear to stay in ordinary hotels when filming before. She had to pester Brother Shen to arrange a high-end hotel for her overnight. How can she stay here?"

After the words fell, there was a "squeak——"

Nangong Ying had already opened the door of the central hall.

She was really hungry and had to finish her meal quickly.

Zhao Yipeng, who has always had no sense of presence, also silently carried his guitar and looked at the room.

Song Wanqiu swallowed and looked at Nan Chen standing next to him, "Well... why don't we go and take a look too?"

Although she comes from a scholarly family and is the doting little girl in her family who grew up, since she has chosen to come on this show, she cannot embarrass her family on the show. No matter how bad the environment is, she must learn to accept it.

Just after saying this, tears fell from her eyes.

Nan Chen glanced at her lightly, "Don't cry!"

Song Wanqiu pursed her lips, "I, I can't control it..."

Nan Chen walked into the room first with his hands in his pockets, and Song Wanqiu quickly followed.

Nangong Ying looked at the inside of the room. Although the house was simple, it felt a lot warmer as soon as he walked in. It seemed to be warm in winter and cool in summer. Living here was much better than sleeping in the open air.

There is a row of sofas with peeling leather directly above them. The cushions of the sofas are slightly dented. They are old items. There is a small square table in front of the sofa. There are partitions inside the square table to place some bowls. It should be the place where the original owner ate. There is a door on the left and right of the room, which should be the bedroom.

"Ah!!" Song Wanqiu screamed, covering her head and squatting down to cry, "There is a ghost!!!"

Nangong Ying cried, and her heart trembled.

Little girl!

He arrived at Song Wanqiu's side in one quick step, "Don't be afraid, girl!"

She looked intently at the top of Song Wanqiu's head, and there was indeed something hanging in the air. There were no windows in the room, and the view was not good in the evening, so Song Wanqiu didn't see it and hit it directly.

"Don't be afraid, it's a basket hanging in the air. There's no ghost." Nangong Ying's voice was calm, and she patted Song Wanqiu's back gently.

Song Wanqiu pulled Nangong Ying's military coat tremblingly, "Really, really?"

"Really." She turned to look at the producer behind the camera, "Excuse me, please give me a coupon."

Producer Li Jiu was confused.

[Damn it, what is she pretending to be? Huozhezi? Are you too involved in costume drama? 】

[I was too involved in the drama, but ended up alone~~~]

[Please don’t make any comments in front of me! I've already started singing. 】

[You are still pretending to be uneducated. Does she know that you are pretending to be on the wrong channel? Nangong Ying, get out of the circle! 】

[Nangong Ying withdraws from the circle! Stop lingering on the fringes of the entertainment industry and say goodbye directly! 】

[Nangong Ying withdraws from the circle! Get out of the circle! 】

Realizing that she had said the wrong thing, Nangong Ying quickly changed her words, "That...flashlight."

Nan Chen looked around, then reached out and tugged on a wire behind the door. The incandescent lamp above his head lit up, illuminating the world with a warm yellow light.

Only then did Song Wanqiu dare to look up at the basket, with tears still hanging on his face, "Why do you have to hang the basket? It scares me to death! Wow~~~"

The producer was about to explain, but Nangong Ying had already said, "It should be a place for food to prevent children from stealing it."

The height of this hanging basket is within reach of an adult, but it is a bit difficult for children.

She smelled a hint of sweetness, and there should be some sweet food in the hanging basket.

The people of Southern Chu State also had similar practices. Once she was leading a team to suppress bandits, and the people invited her to sit and have a meal at their home. They were all villagers in the mountains and the folk customs were simple. As soon as she sat down, the man at home came over with a ladder and took out a basket from the beam. The basket contained finer food.

They swallowed as the entire basket was pushed in front of them.

This is the New Year's good that they have reserved, and they will only allow themselves to eat such a piece of cake during the New Year.

The people told her that this was the ingenuity of every household in the mountains. They usually hide the ladders. Firstly, you can keep some of the food when the bandits come, and secondly, you can prevent the greedy children at home from eating up all the delicious food.

The producer looked at Nangong Ying in surprise, "Yes, that's what it's for."

Who would have thought that someone like Nangong Ying would know this?

There was also a lot of discussion on the barrage.

[She really takes this variety show seriously, and even checked these things in advance. It seems that he has repented! 】

[He is indeed a country bumpkin, you all know this! 】

[I heard that Nangong Ying lived with her grandma in the countryside when she was a child. It is normal to know this and has nothing to do with repentance! 】

[There are no such things in the countryside now. To be honest, I think she started to work hard. 】

[This thing is really a memory of my childhood! My family is from Liangzhou. When I was a kid, when I went to my grandma’s house, she would take out the sugar buns from this basket and give them to me! I have never seen this basket again after so many years, and my grandma is long gone...]

[A pheasant is a pheasant. I still say the same thing. Nangong Ying should get out of the circle! 】

【agree! Retreat +1]

"There are two beds here." Zhao Yipeng came out of the room on the left using his cell phone to light up. Nangong Ying followed suit and took out his cell phone to light up and walked into the room on the right of the main house.

"There are two here too."

There is a small window in the bedroom, and the light in the room is so weak that there is almost no light. Outside the window is the yard, and you can see Fan Qian arguing with the director team in the yard.

Song Wanqiu followed Nangong Ying step by step. After what happened just now, she had an inexplicable liking for her.

Although her family told her to stay away from Nangong Ying, they were afraid that she would learn bad things. But Nangong Ying is not as bad as they say! She was scared just now, and Nangong Ying was the first one to rush over. No one except her brothers at home was so nervous about her.

The bedroom was very small, with two beds staggered horizontally and vertically. There was a small wardrobe directly opposite the door. The door was wobbly and needed to be repaired.

The system noticed her thoughts: [Host, I'm not dead yet, please don't do things that superstars shouldn't do!

The host is also asked to wash up and dress up as soon as possible. It is detected that the popularity of the live broadcast is rising. The host's outfit affects the harvest of charm points. The host is asked to change his clothes as soon as possible! Maintain your beauty! Harvest the audience's love and change your appearance! 】

Nangong Ying walked out of the main house and walked to the east wing of the yard. She paused in front of the live interactive screen in front of the door of the east wing. She raised her eyebrows as she looked at the scrolling barrage of comments.

[Tongzi, let’s forget about the futile things. 】

How can a screen full of "exit" be liked?

Even if you are an oiran, you must have many talents besides your face to attract people to spend huge sums of money.

She is not an oiran.

She only knows how to use a machete and kill people.