Qiu Ming, who had eaten his fill, sat on the swing in the courtyard, swinging his fair little feet.
The photographer focused the camera on Qiu Ming's face. Under the afternoon sun, he gave off a faint sense of mystery.
Just this scene alone made many viewers in the live broadcast room unable to take their eyes off him.
"Sister Xiao Ju, I really want to be a fan of Ming Ming.”
Zhang Zifeng walked over with a glass of water. He was a little stunned, like a little fangirl.
"Isn't it normal to be a fan of my Ming Ming?”
Ju Jingyi smiled.
"Mingming is not just yours. I have a share too.”
Zhang Zifeng quickly said.
"I realized that ever since Ming Ming came, the focus of the two of you has changed.”
Peng Peng walked over with the radishes in his hands. He counted them and was about to exchange them for money with the director.
"Director, here are 50 radishes. Can you give me more money? I carried it back from the mountain. My shoulder was almost broken.”
Peng Peng said with a sad face.
"Yes, Director. Give me more for Ming Ming's sake.”
Xiao Ju blinked and used Qiu Ming as a shield.
"Yes, yes. Director, give me more. Mingming is a guest at the mushroom house today. As a director, shouldn't you express your gratitude?”
Zhang Zifeng echoed.
Everyone lived in the mushroom house. If they wanted to eat delicious food, they had to use money to buy it.
Unfortunately, the budget given by the production team was too little. Every time, they had to use labor to exchange for it, so their lives became very tight.
Every time they exchanged money, Peng Peng and the others would think of ways to ask for more. This time was no exception.
"No, 1.50 yuan per stick.”
Wang Zhengyu thought about how he had to pay 100 yuan just to eat a drumstick. He was still holding back his anger.
"Teacher He, where are my slippers?"
Seeing this, Huang Lei had already started to look for his weapon.
"Teacher Huang, calm down, calm down.”
He Jiong laughed so hard that his stomach hurt as he pulled Huang Lei.
"How about this? Since you said that Ming Ming is here and wants more money, why don't we let Ming Ming play a game? If he wins, I'll give you all the money, but if he loses, the radish will still be sold at the original price.”
As a director, Wang Zhengyu naturally knew what the audience liked to watch.
If he gave the money so smoothly, there wouldn't be any waves.
Qiu Ming was the one who was mentioned the most in the bullet comments. Since that was the case, he might as well let Qiu Ming make a game.
"Director, you seem to have become even more sinister than Father Huang.”
Peng Peng could not help but sigh. He turned around and saw Huang Lei walking over with slippers. He was so scared that he quickly begged for mercy.
"Father Huang, I was wrong, I was wrong.”
"Peng Peng, I think you don't want to live a good life anymore.”
Huang Lei walked over angrily.
"Director, you can't make things difficult for our Mingming.”
"That's right. It's impossible to bully Ming Ming.”
Zhang Zifeng and Ju Jingyi put their hands on their hips and said domineeringly.
"Don't worry, the game is very simple. We just need Ming Ming to answer a few small questions. Ten yuan for one question, fifty yuan for five questions.”
Wang Zhengyu said.
"Alright, alright. Uncle, go ahead and ask.”
Qiu Ming clapped his little hands and jumped down from the swing happily. Ju Jingyi was so scared that she quickly went up to hold him, afraid that he would fall.
"It seems that our Ming Ming still likes to play games.”
Zhang Zifeng laughed.
"Ming Ming is still young. He definitely likes to play games.”
He Jiong squatted beside Qiu Ming and looked at Wang Zhengyu warily, as if he was cheering Qiu Ming on.
"How about this, you recite a 'Ode to the Goose'.”
In Wang Zhengyu's opinion, Qiu Ming was only a four-year-old child. At most, he was in kindergarten. It was impossible for him to give questions that were too difficult.
...
"Shameless."
"Director, you're asking a four-year-old child to recite 'Ode to Goose'.”
"If you don't want to pay, just say it. This director is really interesting.”
"You bullied my Ming Ming. Director, are you trying to make me hate you?”
"It seems that I can't recite it either…"
"The person above, similarly, I only remember the first sentence: goose…"
The viewers in the live broadcast room started to criticize him.
Even though it was a very simple ancient poem, in everyone's opinion, it was still very difficult for Qiu Ming.
"Goose, goose, goose, singing to the sky, white hair floating in the green water, red palms stirring the clear waves.”
Huang Lei was about to threaten Wang Zhengyu with his slippers.
Qiu Ming had already started reciting in a childish voice.
His pronunciation was standard and his recitation was smooth. It didn't seem to be difficult for Qiu Ming.
"Heavens, this poem is actually 'Ode to Goose'.”
Peng Peng had fully exposed his intelligence.
"This is also the first time I know that this poem is called 'Ode to Goose'.”
Zhang Zifeng stuck out his tongue.
Many people could recite this poem, but the problem was what it was called. Not many could say it.
"That's enough, the two of you. My Ming Ming is still the best. Come, give me a kiss.”
Ju Jingyi felt a sense of pride.
"Although the director is shameless, our Mingming still relies on his talent to crush your shamelessness.”
Huang Lei said proudly.
"Ming Ming is awesome."
He Jiong gave him a thumbs up.
"Alright, the second question, if you had ten peaches, how would you divide them?”
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