The president is dying every day

The live broadcast was still on, and the appearance of the two presidents being speechless for a long time made the netizens stare.

"The program team did not disappoint us!"

"Let the president know the dangers of society!"

"Hahahahahaha, go feed the pigs!"

"Tie Zhu and Cuihua hahahahahaha!"

"It doesn't matter what president you are, you still have to harvest in autumn!"

……

Jiang Huan made up his mind and was going to see what they had with Ren Chuan. There was no shortage of pots and pans, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but the film crew did what they said, and there was really nothing to eat, not even saliva.

Hens and geese were free to come and go in the yard. Half of the yard wall was collapsed, and dogs could jump over it. At a glance, the huts were low and the sky was clear.

This shitty place is really... Ren Chuan couldn't laugh or cry when he saw it, but he did propose at the beginning that he asked for the reversal of life and the linkage of the agricultural assistance channel.

Leaving the city, the air is fresh, and the blue sky is visible when you look up, as if you can touch it with your hands.

"Let's clean up first." Ren Chuan rolled up his sleeves, and the young master started doing housework for the first time.

The doors, windows, tables and chairs had to be wiped, and the hands had to be gentle, as this broken wood would collapse if touched.

Jiang Huan began to wash the pots and pans by hand. There was no running water, so he could only draw water from the well. The water in the deep well was freezing cold, and his fingers turned red after a while.

"Hey." Ren Chuan stopped him, "Let me wash it."

"Don't touch it." Jiang Huan was not willing to let him suffer from the cold, "I'll wash it right away."

Ren Chuan came over, and the two kissed quickly and simply with their backs to the camera. It felt very exciting, as if they were secretly having an affair.

Just tidying it up until night, when it got dark, the north wind from Siberia was blowing, shaking the dead branches and making rustling noises.

Ren Chuan's stomach growled.

"Cook... let's cook." Jiang Huan pinched his red fingertips, but he didn't feel anything, they were already numb from the cold. He looked at the film crew, "Is there anything to eat?"

The director's attitude is very firm, "Take labor in exchange."

"Change, change." Jiang Huan reasoned with him, "It's already late at night and I can't work, so let's pay in advance."

The director team was ruthless, "A thousand catties of corn."

Jiang Huan had never done farm work at all, so he didn't know how much a thousand catties of corn was, so he agreed, "Okay."

A thousand catties of corn didn't get much, just eight taels of noodles, a jar of pickles, and a catty of eggs.

"That's too little!" Jiang Huan was dissatisfied, "Just let us work and not give us food!"

The director reminded them: "These things are enough for a family of three to eat for a day."

Jiang Huan suddenly couldn't refute.

"Should... light a fire?" Ren Chuan walked into the kitchen and looked at the two pots, "Do you still need firewood?"

"I'll chop." Jiang Huan got up again to chop wood.

"Forget it, I'll go." Ren Chuan held him down, "You cook the ingredients first."

Ren Chuan chopped wood for the first time, looked at the axe, then looked at the pile of firewood, and tentatively chopped down on a piece of firewood, leaving a shallow mark.

After chopping it several times, it was either crooked or the firewood flew. Ren Chuan became angry and raised his ax to chop randomly, and the firewood was cut in a mess by him.

The camera crew took a step back at the same time.

Fear……

Ren Chuan walked into the kitchen with the firewood in his arms. Jiang Huan had just cut the pork belly. The two of them squatted down in front of the stove, studying how to make a fire.

"Put... put firewood..." Ren Chuan stuffed two pieces in, "And then?"

Jiang Huan took out a lighter, "Light it up..."

No matter how the lighter burned, the firewood was not lit, Jiang Huan slapped his head and remembered, "There must be a kindling!"

The two of them searched everywhere, tore off the newspaper pasted on the wall, stuffed it into an earthen stove and lit it.

The fire finally started.

But immediately, a lot of smoke came out, choking the two people to cough, and they couldn't stay in the house anymore and had to run out of the house.

Ren Chuan coughed and burst into tears, "Why...why did this happen..."

Jiang Huan's face was darkened, "No... I don't know..."

Ren Chuan remembered, "The firewood is wet..."

They opened the windows and doors, and finally waited until the smoke cleared, and the room also cooled down. The temperature was freezing.

It was the first time for Jiang Huan to use such an earthen stove, and he was not proficient at all, even trembling with fear.

Halfway through, the firewood went out.

Jiang Huan: "..."

Finally, the dinner was brought to the table, a bowl of noodles, a plate of pickles, and a plate of fried pork with green onions.

The noodles were barely cooked, the fried meat with scallions was as mushy as charcoal, and the pickles were pretty good, but Jiang Huan didn't make them.

Jiang Huan was a little guilty, "Not very skilled..."

"It's okay, it's okay." Ren Chuan didn't dislike it, "Maybe it tastes good!"

Jiang Huan stared at him with burning eyes, "Then eat quickly!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

Facing the charcoal-like fried pork with green onions, he really couldn't put his chopsticks down.

Think about Jiang Huan's previous record.

If you eat it, you will die on the spot.

Ren Chuan found an excellent excuse for himself, "I can't eat first! Our pigs haven't even eaten!"

He immediately stood up, "I'm going to feed the pigs!"

By the way... what do pigs eat?

Ren Chuan squatted at the door of the pigsty, holding Baidu on his mobile phone, and feeding the pigs something.

He clicked on a video. In the video, people were cooking pig food, bean cakes and cabbage in a pot, which looked delicious.

Ren Chuan is going to cook pig food.

Jiang Huan stepped forward, "Let me help you."

"Big...you don't have to!" Ren Chuan hurriedly told him to stop, if Jiang Huan got started, would the two pigs still be alive?

Killing?

Jiang Huan especially wanted to show himself, "It's okay, even you and I can feed, and pigs can definitely be fed too!"

Ren Chuan: "???"

What are you talking about like a pig?

Ren Chuan instructed him, "Then you... go ahead and pull out two cabbages."

Jiang Huan put on his padded jacket and went out, "Okay."

Ren Chuan sat on the ground and chopped bean cakes. The bean cakes were pressed from the residue left after soybean oil was pressed.

Judging from the shooting lens, the lights were dim, and the shadows of the trees were swaying. Ren Chuan lowered his head and raised his ax to slash one by one, accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound.

The camera crew flinched at the same time.

Half an hour later, Jiang Huan came back with two cabbages in his arms. The vegetable garden was not far away, but he told him to find them.

Wash the cabbage, chop it up, put it in the pot, and stew it with the bean cake. Jiang Huan always felt that there was something missing, so he picked up the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar and poured it in.

It was too late for Ren Chuan to organize, "Hey!"

Jiang Huan said seriously while putting the seasoning: "Our pigs must be eaten well."

The pig food looked rotten, with a strange smell wafting from it. Ten steps would kill it, and the film crew took a step back at the same time.

Carrying pig food to the pigsty, the two pigs were starving, grunting, and Jiang Huan was so enthusiastic that he filled the trough to the brim.

The two pigs don't know the dangers of human society, so they pounce on them and gorge themselves on it.

After a pause, they all stopped.

"Eat!" Jiang Huan greeted, "You're welcome!"

Two pigs, you look at me, I look at you, that means - you first.

It was too cold outside, Jiang Huan didn't watch them eat, and went back with a rice bucket.

Ren Chuan touched the pigs' heads, sympathizing with them, "...he is the one who is sorry for you."

At nine o'clock in the evening, the day's filming ended, and the live camera was also shut down.

The heated kang is so hot that you don’t want to come down after you get up there. The nights in the countryside are not as colorful as in the city. At most, you just get into bed and talk.

Ren Chuan had never slept on the kang, he felt fresh, and the bed was warm and dry.

He and Jiang Huan were next to each other, like two silkworm cocoons, head to head, chest to chest, just one glance made people feel intimate, like a newlywed couple.

"Brother..." Ren Chuan called him, "Are you asleep?"

"No." Jiang Huan opened his eyes and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

"I..." Ren Chuan twitched, he wanted to say it was cold, but the kang was very hot.

Jiang Huan understood, and lifted his bed, "Come in."

Ren Chuan rolled in as soon as he turned over. The bodies of the two were squeezed together, and their skins rubbed against each other, bringing different heat.

Jiang Huan kissed Ren Chuan's neck, "Go to sleep."

Ren Chuan blushed, "Kiss...kiss..."

There are so many romantic sayings about kissing in the world, but Ren Chuan chose the most straightforward and down-to-earth one, which is not even bothered to be written in novels. Jiang Huan kissed him, and the tip of his tongue wetly swept across the gap between his lips. Then poke in.

Entangled, scorching, wet, this is the play of lips and teeth, Ren Chuan clung to Jiang Huan's arm, like a dodder flower, his whole body was boneless, he liked it, and he was crazy.

Ren Chuan was satisfied with such flesh to flesh, and nestled in Jiang Huan's arms, as if he had been like this all his life.

In the early morning, just after dawn, the film crew set up a loudspeaker and shouted, "Get up! Get up! Get up!"

The two people in the quilt shivered and rolled up, as if they were caught and raped.

"Fuck." Jiang Huan was stunned, looking at the time, it was only six o'clock.

The director reminded: "You are farmers now, you have to work and rest according to the farmers' life, now you should get up and feed the chickens!"

"Get up!" Jiang Huan and Ren Chuan lost their temper, who made them Li Tiezhu and Cuihua now.

After getting up, taking a shower, having a casual breakfast, and feeding all the living things in the house, they went to visit their important assets——

——Ten acres of corn field.

The corn is flying away from the sky, and the soup is so vast that at first glance, it seems like a vast ocean without seeing the edge.

Ren Chuan & Jiang Huan: "..."

The director reminded them: "Your goal today is a thousand catties of corn."

In the whole village, only their family hadn't harvested in autumn, and the ears of corn were bearded, shining golden in the sun.

Jiang Huan rolled up his sleeves resignedly, "Come on, come on."

It took one morning to break off the corn, throw it into the basket, and carry it home, and the cycle went on and on, like a closed loop with no end in sight.

Ren Chuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and rubbed his waist. At this moment, he heard a villager shout, "Li Tiezhu! Your pig ran away!"

Jiang Huan & Ren Chuan: "!!!"

The wall of the pigsty fell down, and the two pigs took the opportunity to escape. Halfway through the good farm work, they had to run to catch the pigs again.

Ren Chuan and Jiang Huan acted separately, grabbing one each, and ran around the village, far less nimble than a pig.

Ren Chuan chased the pig and lost it, and was looking for traces of the pig everywhere. At this time, he heard the villagers shouting, "I climbed the tree! I climbed the tree!"

Ren Chuan was taken aback, "The pig climbed the tree!"

The villager slapped his thigh, "It's your master who climbed the tree!"

Ren Chuan: "..."

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