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

The system's voice suddenly became serious: [Host, please pay attention! If the appearance score drops too much, the punishment mechanism will be activated. Please adjust your attitude! 】

Nangong Ying narrowed his eyes, "Threaten me?"

If the system had an entity, Nangong Ying's knife should be on its neck by now.

Feeling the murderous aura, the system's momentum weakened, but thinking that Nangong Ying had no way to do anything about it, he simply continued: [This is a warm reminder and responsibility to the host as the system for cultivating a superstar with incredible beauty. I am only responsible for making you look beautiful. Increase your value to gain fame and fortune. Taking necessary measures when the host does not cooperate is your responsibility, not a threat. 】

After saying that, the system returned to its usual casualness: [Also, don’t call me Tongzi! ! I have a name! 】

"Um...you, do you want to go in?"

Song Wanqiu's voice sounded weakly behind him, and Nangong Ying immediately forgot about the system.

She looked back at Song Wanqiu, her silky hair was hanging down, and she was wearing a thin pink and white sweater. The mountain wind blew, and her lips turned white again.

She couldn't help but think of what the soldiers were talking about in the military camp.

After many years of marching, because the female general led the troops, there were no military prostitutes in the camp. Whenever the rotation was over, there were always soldiers gathering to talk about the little ladies in Yanliu Lane or the little wives in the family courtyard.

She had heard a lot, and she had gone to see the oiran dance, listened to Qinhuai's erotic songs, and was fed fruits by the little girl in the family yard.

Maybe it's because the delicate and delicate woman is endearing, or maybe it's to commemorate the womanly nature and girlish time that she can never get back.

Anyway, little girl, she likes it very much.

The little girl in front of her looked like a little white rabbit, which made her want to take care of her, even...

I want to stroke my hair.

"Is it cold?" Nangong Ying asked suddenly.

Song Wanqiu looked up blankly at Nangong Ying's concerned expression, "Huh?"

She never thought that Nangong Ying would answer the question like this. She and Ye Xiyao had known each other since childhood and were considered good friends, so she had heard too many stories about Nangong Ying.

She was a little afraid to talk to Nangong Ying.

Ye Xiyao told her that a simple, kind and timid person like her would suffer against someone as scheming as Nangong Ying.

But why does Nangong Ying care about whether she is cold or not?

It doesn't seem bad...

Nangong Ying looked even cuter when she saw her dumbfounded. The chivalrous spirit in her heart suddenly surged. She took off her military coat and put it on Song Wanqiu's shoulders. She took the opportunity to brush Song Wanqiu's hair and said, "Let's go, finish reading first."

Song Wanqiu was pressed down by a heavy military coat, and the warm coat instantly isolated him from the cold outside.

She was indeed a little cold, but except for Fan Gan, whom she had met a few times, she didn't know anyone present, so she was embarrassed to speak. Unexpectedly, Nangong Ying was the first person to care about her.

Although the military coat is a bit ugly, it seems to be really good at keeping out the cold...

She subconsciously gathered her military coat and followed Nangong Ying's footsteps.

The barrage went crazy.

[Help, I think I got hit! 】

[CP is a bit evil! 】

[Although I am cold, I am willing to give you my military coat. Woo hoo hoo, I suddenly feel that Nangong Ying is not so annoying anymore. 】

The room structure of the east wing is the same as that of the main house.

The difference is that there is no sofa in the reception area here. There is a round table and a few stools. The floor is covered with mud, and there is a lot of dust on the table. It is obvious that no one has lived there for many years.

There is a rickety bed in the right bedroom, and there are many grains piled in the left bedroom.

Nan Chen frowned, "Look upstairs."

There are six of them, and now there are only five beds in total.

The wooden ladder leading to the second floor was set up under the eaves outside the door. Zhao Yipeng walked to the front silently and was the first to step on it.

A crunching sound.

After the negotiation failed, Fan Qian and Feng Yi, who had already accepted the reality in despair, also walked over at this time. When they heard the creaking sound of the wooden ladder, Feng Yi was the first to speak in horror, "Will this collapse?! Okay? Be afraid!”

The sound rushed into Nangong Ying's ears and hit Tianling Gai directly.

Nangong Ying gritted her teeth and said, "Speak carefully."

She really wanted to draw the knife.

Even the father-in-law in the palace didn't speak like him except for the tone of his voice...

If such a person comes to her camp, she must let him develop some masculinity!

Feng Yi trembled, and he shrank behind Fan Qian. Nangong Ying was so powerful, just like his father who always used a whip.

Nangong Ying was already exhausted, and her eyes were a little dark, so she held on to the wall and did not go upstairs.

Fan Gan snorted coldly, "In the final analysis, you are not afraid."

"Don't come here, I'll just go and take a look." Zhao Yipeng was worried about everyone's safety, so he went up to check the situation by himself.

He backed out after a while, "The upstairs is low and there are some bamboo tools stacked up there. I don't recognize them, but they are not suitable for people to live in. There is no space, and the smell of disinfectant is very strong."

Then they went to the west house.

Behind the west courtyard gate is a space for storing sundries, including backpacks and kitchen utensils. Next to it is the toilet, and spider webs can be seen everywhere. The toilet is also a very old-fashioned rural toilet. There is a pit set up by two long wooden boards next to the pig pen, which is swaying and smelly.

The toilet made everyone despair, and what was even more desperate was that the kitchen was right next to the toilet.

There were no windows in the kitchen, and under the dim light were two large iron pots. There is a large pot in the corner where the light cannot shine. Nangong Ying walked over and took a look at it, and was able to confirm that it was a pot for cooking pig food.

Not only did the guests have different expressions, but even the netizens in the live broadcast room were shocked.

[In what age is this, the program team was able to find such an original house! 】

[The name of the program should not be called "It's better to go back to the countryside", just change it to "Don't go back to the countryside". It's too scary, I'm asking you to quit! 】

[Fan Qian’s expression made me laugh to death. This may be the most painful moment in his life. 】

[No, no, Mr. Fan Ba’s troubles are still to come! Don’t forget, they have to survive here...]

[I only care about when Nangong Ying gets angry. 】

[Disengagement is her label. I bet she will leave in the next second! The one who is one step faster than Fan Qian! 】

[Seeing how dark her face is, I hope she stays and does hard labor! 】

[The question is, how can they live in five beds? 】

During the live broadcast, Fan Qian, who was already dissatisfied, asked this question first.

"Director Yang, there are six of us, why do we only have five beds?"

Feng Yi looked at the director as if he had eaten a plate of flies, "Besides, there is no bathroom here, how can we take a bath?"

He wants to be the most exquisite male star. Although he is confused, he cannot be stinky!

Nangong Ying also looked at the directing team with a heavy gaze, and the intimidation in his eyes made the director unable to avoid it.

"Um..." the director cleared his throat and gained some confidence in himself, "This farmer's family originally had five beds. The mountain road was difficult to navigate. Each family's beds were made by cutting down trees by themselves. We also worked hard. , there is really no way to transport the finished bed..."

Seeing that Fan Qian and Feng Yi were about to quarrel, the producer quickly added, "But we are already contacting the wood and carpenters. The carpenters will make the bed when they have time after the busy season. Now you can only solve it yourself."

“The program team provides tents!”

The six people looked at each other.

Who is going to lay the ground for the tent?

Zhao Yipeng is the oldest among them. Although he is silent, he is the first to stand up at this moment, "I'll go."

"Nangong Ying, go!" Fan Qian looked at Nangong Ying fiercely. He had to avenge Brother Shen and Yaoyao. It was just right for Nangong Ying, a troublemaker, to live in a tent!

Zhao Yipeng showed his unbearable expression, but Fan Qian's family was too powerful and he didn't dare to offend him, so he could only persuade him stumblingly, "She is a girl, or else..."

The scene reached a deadlock, and a strange ringtone broke the silence.

"Beautiful, beautiful, I am the most beautiful. I want to lose weight and go home with my husband..."

Nangong Ying took out her mobile phone in the face of everyone's speechless eyes.

It was my mother Zeng Yu’s phone number.