The male gods are vying to be my father

In order to increase the difficulty of the task, the old woman stood still in the woods, raised her hand and drew a circle: "You guys are here to pick yams."

As for the technique of finding yams, she didn't mention a word.

The cameraman grabbed the equipment in his hand, thinking that the guests were about to sue the program crew.

Who knew that they didn't even bring their heads back, they just squatted down and said in their mouths: "Yam, yam, yam..." and just started looking for it.

The staff thumped their heads anxiously: "Wait a minute, shovel! Shovel! Don't dig with bare hands!"

Tang Xiaoyun turned around, took two hammers, and three small shovels.

The staff breathed a sigh of relief, but they hated iron for not being steel.

They are the first program group to beg guests to bring tools!

Rong Zhi knows yam.

Behind the small building where he lived when he was a child, there was a small vegetable garden.

Yam was planted in it.

He almost took two steps, and was about to lie down, and whispered: "Milk white flowers, ovate opposite leaves... leaves..."

Tang Xiaoyun caught up and patted him on the shoulder, and handed him a hammer.

Rong Zhi picked up the leaves on the ground, picked up the hammer, pointed the sharp side at the ground and started digging.

A few clueless people immediately gathered around: "Have you found it?"

Rong Zhi held back all his energy to dig the ground, but couldn't tell what to answer.

Wen Yuchen opened his mouth and shouted, "Come on, Rong Zhi!"

The other three were also affected, and immediately shouted: "Come on, come on!"

Cameraman: ...

Why don't you just dig a yam?

As for making it like a tug of war?

In just over a minute, Rong Zhi grabbed the mud-covered yam stick and pulled it out.

The yam is more than 70 centimeters long.

Rong Zhi didn't rest, after pulling it out, he got up and walked forward again.

Later Tang Xiaoyun hurriedly picked up the yam and threw it into the basket.

squatting.

dig.

With the first experience, Rongzhi dug faster later.

Tang Xiaoyun and the others just followed behind to pick up yams, shouting, "666!"

"Call, call, call!"

Cameraman: "..."

Director: "..."

Because people kept walking by, the rustling sound in the woods never stopped.

So there was movement at the other end of the forest, but no one paid attention to it.

There were two people squatting there, talking in whispers.

"Is this yam?"

"It looks very similar to the leaves, dig first?"

"You dig."

"..."

The two dug for a while with small gardening shovels bought at the inn.

"It's not yam..."

As the young man's voice fell, there was a "click", and the handle of the small shovel broke.

man:"……"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I bought five!" The young man took out another handful from his backpack, buried his head and continued digging.

This digging took a full hour and a half.

In the end, I reluctantly stuffed half a bag with yam.

"Is that enough?" the young man asked.

"Enough." The man replied.

The young man put the dirt-stained bag on his back, and then walked out of the forest with the man.

It was very quiet outside the forest, only the rustling of the leaves being blown by the wind.

The young man was slightly dumbfounded: "Where are the people from the program team?"

man:"……"

It only took Rong Zhi half an hour to fill the entire pannier.

Tang Xiaoyun handed the basket to the old woman, and the old woman counted it: "It's all complete..."

Program group: "..." Another miscalculation.

I thought they would dig up a bunch of crooked melons and dates, and they couldn't even make up the number.

"This is your painting." Tremblingly, the old woman took out a batik painting from her bosom. The painting was about forty centimeters long and wide. It depicted a Miao girl with silver ornaments on her head and a skirt in one hand. , with a bird on the tip of a finger.

Very agile.

Rong Zhi opened his eyes slightly.

Tang Xiaoyun took the batik painting carefully, and stuffed it on Rong Zhi's chest: "You keep it."

Rong Zhi was not polite, he carefully rolled it up and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

Tang Xiaoyun took out the paper, took the bow tie around Rong Zhi's neck, and wiped it.

Just now Rong Zhi dug the soil too hard, and the lower end of the knotted rope was covered with wet soil.

Wen Yuchen and Luo Xin also hurriedly took out the wet tissues, grabbed Rong Zhi's hand and wiped his fingers meticulously.

Luo Xin frowned: "The fingernails are full of mud..."

Wen Yuchen looked eagerly: "Rong Zhi, your fingers are so pretty."

The program group has been completely speechless.

What the hell is this style of painting.

What a shit link!

Didn't you say that you have to fight, you need blood, you need to use your brain and physical strength to win?

It's fine to call "666" at the front, now the loot is in Rong Zhi's arms, and the two of them are still standing beside Rong Zhi as babysitters.

You can do what you can!

"Okay, wipe it clean." Luo Xin heaved a sigh of relief.

Wen Yuchen touched his chin: "I seem to be a little hungry."

Rong Zhi took a few bags of puffed food from his backpack and distributed them to the others, like the leader of a spring tour team.

"Let's meet the next NPC." Tang Xiaoyun bit the potato chips and walked ahead quickly.

A few people "clicked and clicked" and followed.

The whole process took less than an hour.

Soon, they met a second NPC.

"There is a house on the cliff, and there is a blue cloth sticking out of the roof. This is your map, but it is only a part, and it is drawn very briefly. This map can guide you to find that house, but it cannot guide you. You have reached the finish line."

"You have to find a child with a moon pattern in that family, and exchange a new batik pattern from him."

Tang Xiaoyun took the map.

Tang Xiaoyun: "Follow me."

The cameraman couldn't bear it anymore and asked, "Aren't you going to separate?"

Rong Zhi and the other three looked at each other, almost saying in unison: "We don't know how to read maps."

Cameraman: "..."

Wow, it's really useless!

the other side.

Liang Lexin was sitting in the follow-up car, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, so that he could have a real-time conversation with the follow-up director.

On the opposite side of Liang Lexin, there were a few men in neat suits sitting.

There is heating in the car.

Yan Shihan tugged on his bow tie, frowned slightly, and asked Liang Lexin, "What's the next link?"

Liang Lexin was a little excited, he clenched the walkie-talkie in his hand, and said: "The next link is more exciting. Because the map given by the program team is very vague, they have a great possibility of getting lost! The mountain here is steep, and the road is It's safe, but it's not easy to walk, and your physical strength will be lost quickly. If you are trapped in the mountains...the time to test them will come."

Yue Zheng raised his eyelids, looked at him, and said calmly, "Is there any need?"

Liang Lexin opened his mouth: "Escape from the mountains... It is necessary to increase the highlights of the show."

Zhou Jing followed the interface: "...Why do you want to escape, the helicopter can pick him up."

Liang Lexin opened his mouth again: "..."

Liang Lexin was depressed.

Is it amazing to be rich!

Having fun with a helicopter escape?

Yue Zheng: "I think you can add such a link to your program. If you perform well, you can go directly by helicopter."

Yan Shihan: "That's right."

Zhou Jing: "For example, Rong Zhi performed very well."

Liang Lexin: "..."

These first few men were still having a heated discussion on the escape link, and it was rare for them to stand in a line, making Liang Lexin so angry that he could hardly take care of himself.

On the other side, Tang Xiaoyun had already led them up a narrow mountain road.

The mountain road is paved with steps, but each step is relatively steep, with a mountain wall on one side and thick iron chains on the other side, which are connected in series to form a railing.

No one is cracking potato chips these days.

Rong Zhi tightened his bag, grabbed Tang Xiaoyun's clothes, and then followed each other one by one.

The five of them slowly climbed up the steep steps that seemed to have no end in sight.

The higher you go, the thinner the air seems to be.

Luo Xin and Wen Yuchen had reactions of blushing and rapid heartbeat.

The cameraman's shooting has also become a little more difficult. They carry the machine and follow behind, and their physical strength is lost faster.

Only Rong Zhi and Tang Xiaoyun were in high spirits, as if they could leap to the top in three or two steps.

Wen Yuchen followed Rong Zhi, he pulled Rong Zhi's clothes, because he pulled too hard, the military coat was stretched round, it looked like a green kite hanging between the cliffs.

The cameraman looked at them, wiped his sweat, and tried to comfort himself: forget it, at least there is something to see in unity and friendship.

The whole process took about an hour.

They hardly stopped halfway, because once they stopped, looking down and looking up, they were prone to boundless despair.

"Here we are." Tang Xiaoyun's voice sounded.

Not to mention a few guests, even the cameramen felt like they had been reborn.

They climbed up the last step with difficulty, stood on a relatively wide flat ground, gasped for breath, and tried their best to slow themselves down from the state of seeing stars in their eyes and roaring in their ears.

Tang Xiaoyun pointed to a row of cabins in front: "There! Blue strips!"

Several cameramen squinted and looked over: "I can't see clearly..."

Tang Xiaoyun: "My eyesight is 20."

Cameraman: "..."

Who the hell wrote the script!

Isn't there an escape link planned in the middle?

The fuck has found its way, and the blue cloth can be seen at a glance!Also escape a butt ah!

Rong Zhi touched his pocket, took out two walnuts, crushed them with a "click", and threw them into his mouth.

Then, while chewing nuts, he stepped on his hiking boots and ran towards the cabin.

Several guests did not stop, and hurriedly followed.

The staff at the back couldn't rest anymore, they were all huffing and puffing like dogs.

This... this is the whole fucking guest here!

Or the whole staff is here!

Right now, at the fork in that narrow mountain road.

The man frowned: "Which way?"

The young man was stunned: "I... I don't know..."

"Pick one."

The young man pointed to the right carefully.

The man strode out.

After walking like this for half an hour, the man looked up and saw that there were countless steps...

Looking down, there are layers of clouds and mist between the cliffs, as if they are ten thousand feet deep...

A cold wind blows.

The young man shuddered: "Jane, we...we seem to have lost our way."

The author has something to say: Boss Jane: Who designed the link?Smile:)

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The past few days have been too mournful, and it’s too late and too little. Let me watch a few depressing movies tonight and cry.Adjust your mentality and double update tomorrow.

But is it okay to make a negotiation?

If I update two chapters, can the comments be evened out!Don't just leave a comment on one chapter?

Otherwise it will trigger my obsessive-compulsive disorder. QWQ