The task assigned to all guests by the program team today is...to cultivate.

As Qingming Festival approaches, every place is busy growing spring, especially the vegetable garden at home, and it is time to pack up.

There are many places in Yunguo Village that are grown in vegetables, which not only serve local farmers' markets, but also sell them to other cities.

After handing over the task card to each group of guests, Mao Yanping said: "This time we aim to let you experience that it is difficult for farmers to grow. You need to rely on labor to do tasks to earn today's salary. The program team will no longer provide you with any food. Everything will depend on your own efforts to get a full meal~"

Xia Zhihuai opened the task card and looked at the description above, "Please reclaim a 200-square-meter land within today. This land will be used to plant vegetables, fruits and melons, and you will get one yuan salary for every square meter of cultivation."

Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan looked at each other, two hundred square meters... not small.

And I don’t know if it is the land that was opened or the land that I have planted before.

The concepts of these two are completely different.

Mao Yanping brought them to the four plots of land that had been prepared in the program team earlier. These lands had been planted last year, but they were obviously not well taken care of. Not only did they grow a lot of grass inside, but the soil was also a bit hard.

Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan squatted down, reached out to pinch the soil, and looked at the almost three-point appearance, and fell into deep thought.

Mao Yanping looked at the frowning look of the guests and felt happy.

These delicate artists will definitely not be able to complete the cultivation of 200 square meters of land within one day.

Because weeding first and then digging the ground.

Xia Zhihuai stood up and turned around and asked, "What are our tools to reclaim this land?"

Mao Yanping immediately smiled, and Xia Zhihuai felt malice.

Several members of the program team came over on a tricycle and parked the tricycle in front of them in a casual manner.

"This is your tool." Mao Yanping took out a shovel, then took out a hoe.

"Each group will be assigned a set of shovels, hoes, sickles and bamboo baskets. Well... the program group also specially sponsors straw hats and kettles."

Xia Zhihuai looked at the hoe that had obviously been a little old and fell into deep thought.

He was very suspicious that the handle of the hoe would definitely break if he was down.

The others looked at Mao Yanping, and their eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Zheng Xu took the hoe from Mao Yanping's hand and kowtowed twice. He felt that the end of the hoe was loose, and frowned and said, "This thing... can't be used."

Mao Yanping didn't feel embarrassed at all: "We collected the farm tools from each family, so you don't need to pay extra. If you want new farm tools, you have to spend money to solve them yourself."

Guests: "…"

Dogs are the dogsiest in the program team!

I really want to throw this broken hoe and shovel onto their heads.

Xia Zhihuai didn't say much, walked to the tricycle and started to select farm tools. Wanwan followed him, obediently took a pretty good bamboo basket from the side, and slowly raised it to Xia Zhihuai's feet.

Qu Xiunan went to choose two sickles, but the blades were not very sharp, so it would probably be difficult to mow the grass.

But there is really nothing to choose, it is really hard for the program team to find such old antiques.

He sighed and took the sickle, watching Xia Zhihuai choose a hoe and shovel. Seeing this, the other guests knew that there was no room for maneuver, so they immediately walked to the tricycle and started to choose.

Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai discussed and repaired the tools before mowing the grass.

The others looked at the vast land and started mowing the grass. By noon and afternoon, the weather was too hot and there was no energy to work.

But Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan walked to Mao Yanping first and fell in love with the little Sanlun behind him: "Can we use this?"

Mao Yanping was stunned for two seconds: "If you don't go dig the ground, why are you borrowing three rounds?"

"I won't tell you this for the time being, can we use this tricycle?"

Mao Yanping thought for two seconds: "Yes."

The tricycle is also very worn, and the chains are clattering when riding.

Xia Zhihuai put all the farm tools in the car, picked up Wanwan and let her sit in the car.

"Let's go back to the village first."

Xia Zhihuai stepped on the three-wheeled legs. Qu Xiunan pressed the tire and confirmed that the tire was fine. He sat in the back like Wanwan.

...

In the live broadcast room, everyone was confused.

"Are Xia Zhihuai and Qu Xiunan crazy? The mission has been sent, why are they going back to the village?"

"The program team is so scammed. There are such bad farm tools these days, so I'm really very attentive."

"But Xia Zhihuai is indeed a domestic male beauty ceiling. My mother, even if he rides a broken three-wheeler, he feels so handsome. He feels like sitting on a Harley..."

"After Qu Xiunan and Xia Zhihuai formed a team, only one night, the style of painting was strange~"

"The garbage Xia Zhihuai will ruin my Nan brother."

Xia Zhihuai ignored the disputes in the live broadcast room. He rode a tricycle and walked forward quickly on the field path. Not far away, there were people driving a small hand tractor and a farm plow in the field to slid the soil. He glanced at it for a few more times and quickly withdrew his gaze.

After returning to the village, Xia Zhihuai returned to the house they lived in last night. He found a lot of tools in the utility room in the backyard. He held a hatchet and a few wooden strips and squatted beside the stone in the backyard.

Qu Xiunan said in confusion: "Are you planning to practice by yourself?"

Xia Zhihuai nodded, Wanwan squatted aside and said happily: "Brother can practice, I learned from the village grandfather."
Chapter completed!