This was all backbreaking labor that couldn’t be finished even if they worked nonstop without eating, drinking, or sleeping for three days.
Li Jingmo had absolutely no confidence. He could only apologize to Di Youyou in his heart.
Including him—the one who was physically inept—there were only four men in total.
Not to brag, but among them, probably only he and Li Taiyang’s father, Li Fei, could handle a bit of manual work.
The other two, like Zhu Zichen, were so overweight they’d be panting after taking just one step.
Having him work would be more of a hindrance than help.
As for the other cool guy, Gu Sihan—he was too lazy to even wash a bowl, so how could he possibly put in effort to help clean up the temple?
Moreover, there were hardly any staff members supervising, as if deliberately keeping them in this lazy state.
At this rate, forget about providing the children with useful farming tools—it was even questionable whether there would be a decent place for them to stay when they returned in the evening.
The other parents were all seasoned veterans; naturally, they wouldn’t believe the production team would actually mistreat those seven little treasures, right?
Otherwise, they’d get scolded by the audience so badly the show might not pass review…
Only Li Jingmo was sincere. He was afraid his little sister, being so tiny, wouldn’t even have basic tools to rely on and would end up being bullied for nothing.
So Li Jingmo rolled up his sleeves and volunteered first.
“I’m not very good at other things, so I’ll start by filling these large vats in the courtyard with water.”
It was quite a marvel to have a well built on this mountain.
And it was a very old-fashioned type that required pumping to draw water.
Li Jingmo didn’t utter a single complaint.
He just silently pumped, one stroke after another. When the two small buckets were full, he carried them to the front courtyard and poured the water into the large vats.
Later, when the audience saw Li Jingmo not slacking off like others but working silently alone to accumulate supplies for his sister, they were somewhat moved.
They felt that at just eighteen years old, he already showed such responsibility and would definitely become a reliable, home-loving man in the future.
The best way to support a favorite artist is to help him gain fans—lots of them.
When Li Jingmo returned home and checked online, he realized he had become so popular?
His fan count had increased tenfold from sixty thousand across the entire internet—something he never dared imagine before.
Li Jingmo wondered if Di Youyou and the others had already arrived at the village?
He had been working for nearly two hours now. He had no idea how things were going on Di Youyou’s side.
“Can any staff member answer my question: I’m working now. Didn’t you say the children need to obtain farming tools?
When can we help the children get the tools?”
Li Jingmo was panting heavily from exhaustion. Seeing his pitiful state, a staff member finally ran over and handed him a towel.
Li Jingmo took it and wiped the sweat off himself haphazardly.
After all, he had checked the time. If they delayed any further, the children would finish their summer outing and return for dinner.
What farming would there be left to do?
“Teacher Li Jingmo, considering you’ve genuinely been working hard to help the young artist obtain tools, but your work efficiency is simply too low…”
The off-screen female voice spoke heartlessly.
“Therefore, we can only provide you with a basic farming tool kit to draw from!”
“Bring it quickly!”
Li Jingmo didn’t suspect any trickery from the production team. Surely Huang Yiping wouldn’t be so insane as to torment this group of children whose average age was under five, right?
The facts proved that Li Jingmo had still overestimated the humanity of ‘Weasel’.
Reaching his hand inside, the box was uniformly filled with slips of paper.
Li Jingmo pulled one out, and when he saw the words written on the slip, he nearly popped his eyes out.
“What does this mean?”
Li Jingmo shoved the slip in front of the camera, trying to get the audience to help judge the fairness.
Who does things like this?
The two words ‘soup ladle’ were indeed somewhat domineering.
Li Jingmo completely gave up, going to sit under the screen showing the real-time footage to watch the children’s performance.
At this moment, the seven little treasures had just arrived at A’Dai Village.
Before them was a small plot of land prepared in advance by the program crew.
Everyone had changed into protective suits, put on long boots to block the dirt, and wore sun hats, waiting for Huang Yiping to assign the tasks.
An assistant helped all the children put on a pair of gloves.
“Little ones, I regret to inform you. Your parents are very lazy and did not work hard to win farming tools for you.
So, the work ahead will need to be done with your bare hands!”
The parents on the mountaintop hadn’t expected Huang Yiping to dare to shamelessly wrong them in front of the children.
Everyone was a bit huffy.
“Oh, I misspoke.
There is one parent friend who worked very hard and won a tool for his treasure.”
Mentioning this, Li Jingmo awkwardly covered his face with one hand, almost unable to face Di Youyou’s clear little gaze later.
Because the head director had cued Li Jingmo, the camera very considerately gave Li Jingmo a big close-up.
“Little friend Di Youyou!”
Huang Yiping already knew what it was; he grinned widely, waiting to see the little one’s reaction.
“Your brother actively won a benefit for you! How do you feel right now?”
Di Youyou politely raised her little face and smiled at the camera.
“My Guoguo is the best!
Bring it here~”
Huang Yiping was stunned for a moment before realizing Di Youyou was asking for her farming tool.
Over there, the assistant quickly found a medium-sized soup ladle from the village as a temporary measure.
Di Youyou had thought it would be a sickle or hoe or something; why did they bring a soup ladle?
The little one couldn’t believe her eyes. She compared the implement in her hand and ultimately accepted her fate.
“It’s quite good.”
But her tone carried a hint of world-weariness.
Huang Yiping assigned tasks to everyone.
Whoever could recite an ancient poem first could go down to the 150-square-meter plot of land to dig up ingredients the program crew had hidden in advance.
Each person could go down for two minutes at a time.
They could go down again only after reciting another ancient poem.
The period lasted two hours. Whichever group ultimately obtained the heaviest weight of ingredients would have absolute veto power when choosing rooms in the evening.
Upon hearing this, Di Youyou thought it was simple.
Her little hand secretly fiddled around again.
After the timer started, the older children, who were almost in elementary school, naturally had memorized many ancient poems.
But Gu Mingzhu, though young, had also received elite education at home.
So, the abilities of the seven seemed evenly matched for the time being.
Once in the muddy field, Di Youyou seemed divinely assisted. Wielding the soup ladle, she scooped up a potato one moment and found an onion the next.
No one noticed that a thin black tail in front of her occasionally guided Di Youyou to the most accurate spots.
It was a plump field mouse.
By about the third round, Di Youyou was already the most formidable player on the field, her vegetable basket almost overflowing.
Suddenly, a sharp squeaking sound caught Di Youyou’s attention.
【Ahead, there’s danger!】
【What?】
Di Youyou indicated she didn’t see any danger! Could this mouse be trying to slack off?
【Human, there’s a venomous snake hidden in the soil in the middle.】
The field mouse’s tone was extremely urgent, purely frightened by its natural predator.