Chapter 179: Chapter 8: The Variety Show Control Group Refuses to Be Cannon Fodder (Part 8)

The little rascal beside looked particularly like mother and son too, in a white sweatshirt and black shorts, and all the way, the rascal kept questioning Jiang Lai.

“Teach me, I’ll give you whatever you want when we get back.”

“I’m your mom, do I need you to give me stuff?”

“That’s a lie, come on, teach me.”

“Let’s see how you perform, I’ll teach you if you do well in the next few days.”

They passed a golden yellow rice field, it’s the season for mid-stage rice maturity now, and every piece of land along the way had people working hard in the fields.

“What are they doing?”

The rascal started speaking.

Jiang Lai glanced at him.

“Harvesting rice.”

“Why harvest rice?”

“If you don’t harvest rice, where do you get the rice to eat? Little brat, have you been sleeping during school?”

[Exaggerating, how can a five or six-year-old kid not know what rice is]

[My cousin can’t tell the difference between wheat and chives, there are plenty of kids at five or six who don’t recognize crops]

[These two have nothing better to do standing here watching others work]

[She’s not thinking of just asking directly, is she?]

[They probably join in and swing the sickle around, earning ten kilos of rice just like that]

[The program team must have arranged everything, it’s pointless]

[The rice fields are so beautifully golden, I want to go back to my hometown]

Standing on the ridges, Jiang Lai looked at the women in the field, each holding a curved knife probably the size of a palm, the back of the knife shaped like five fingers, fitting right at the fingertips, only cutting a small bundle of rice at a time.

Jiang Lai pondered, then approached with Yangyang.

“Grandma, may I ask, how long does it take to harvest a plot like this the way you do?”

The auntie, working with vigor, raised her head and looked blankly at the stylishly dressed, young, and pretty girl in front of her, and the two cameras following.

“These, ah, one person takes two to three days, I guess.”

“Two to three days? That’s too slow.”

[What’s up with Jiang Lai? It’s easy for her to criticize while standing]

[So disgusting and ruining public opinion, why can’t she think before speaking?]

[This grandma is so cute, red-faced like my late great-grandma]

[Can you stop interrupting their work?]

A bunch of people coming in recently saw this scene and went on a tirade, intrinsically respecting the farmer’s profession greatly, Jiang Lai’s sudden interruption and insensitive comment sparked many people’s disdain.

Even the director watching couldn’t help but frown.

“What’s she doing? Is she speaking without thinking?”

Meanwhile, Jiang Lai abruptly bent down, took a pack of Wahaha from Yangyang’s little backpack, opened it, and handed a bottle to the old lady.

“How about this grandma, you give me your tools, and my son and I will help harvest this plot, and give me ten kilos of rice as reward, okay?”

“You harvest? No way, you can’t, it’s too tiring.”

“Don’t worry, if you’re worried, let me try first, if I can’t manage, I’ll leave my son to work for you, no need for payment!”

Jiang Lai smiled warmly and generously, her pretty face tinted with a faint blush from the heat, looking extraordinarily amicable and pleasant.

“Alright, alright, give it a try, be careful not to cut your hand.”

“Don’t need your help, you go sit over there and rest for a while, have this to drink, my grandma really liked this drink.”

The original owner had a grandma too, a true rural farmer, worked hard her whole life till the original owner became a star and made money, finally easing her a bit, loved drinking the sweet and sour milk.

Too bad after the original owner’s suicide, the grandma couldn’t handle the blow and soon passed away.

Here the old lady took the Wahaha hesitantly, Jiang Lai pulled Yangyang to her front.

“My son knows martial arts, perform one for grandma, mom will go busy.”

The little rascal was forced to perform, feeling a bit shy and awkward in front of the camera, but the old lady clapped directly.

“Such a pretty child, looks like mom.”

The rascal was praised, the next second he performed a powerful set of Taiji Bagua fist for grandma.

This side, spanning three generations, was harmonious, while on the other side Jiang Lai found a sturdy stick on the field ridge, then tightly bound the two blades from the old lady’s basket on one side into a curve, conveniently hammered the blade with a stone to reshape it, assembled a handy light sickle.

[Wow, a DIY expert?]

[Never knew a sickle could be made like this]

[Harvesting methods here are too outdated, sickle is indeed much lighter than hand cutting knife]

[Am I the only one noticing Jiang Lai is bare-faced now?]

[I noticed too, her face is sunburned red, lips slightly chapped]

[When did Jiang Lai become so beautiful]

[Uncertain, keep watching, ah, increasingly prettier]

[I’m a face fanatic, I’ll lick first in admiration!]

Soon, Jiang Lai’s bare-face sickle creation became trending again.

Jiang Lai, bare face, sickle, three seemingly unrelated terms weirdly combined.

However, what Jiang Lai did next stunned over a million viewers in the livestream.

Putting on a straw hat, wielding the sickle, Jiang Lai was like a pro entering newbie village, swinging the sickle with flowing ease, rice toppling over wherever she went, aerial shot footage showed just a top hat moving at a non-human speed through the rice fields, like a fast-forward progress bar, compared to the women harvesting beside her it was like grandma meeting Bolt.

[Terrifying!!]

[You call this a pampered diva little Immortal?]

[Grains: +1, +1, +1]

[Jiang Lai’s sun-kissed face is really cute, from now on I’m her fan]

[Hahaha pretty sister, hahaha]

Jiang Lai took just over an hour to finish cutting a plot of land.

Raising her head, it took a while to stabilize, turning back, Yangyang and the old lady each had an ice cream in hand, enjoying it cheerfully.

“Son, come here!”

Yangyang trotted over, glancing at Jiang Lai’s sweat-soaked forehead, commented.

“You’re about to overheat.”

“So the next task is yours, go load the harvested rice onto the truck.”

Yangyang spoke indistinctly while eating ice cream.

“No way, I want to eat ice cream.”

Jiang Lai walked up, directly snatched the ice cream from Yangyang’s hand, bit off the licked part, then ate the rest in a few bites.

“Alright, ice cream’s finished, go work now.”

[Yangyang: Mom, thank you, mom is so good]

[The love-hate drama between this foolish mother and son, I could watch a hundred episodes]

[Is there any tricky tactic Jiang Lai can’t think of?]

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