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- Other villagers said that if they were given clues, they could survive.
But she has no clues!
Thinking of this, the female villager was shocked.
Seeing that Qu Qianqian was still asking her, is this bracelet hers?
The female villager said nothing and kept saying:
"Yes, yes, it's mine, yes, I lost this."
¡°Even, in order to express her gratitude, she even took out 300 yuan from her purse with trembling eyes.
It was said that he wanted to reward Qu Qianqian for her spirit of making money without losing money.
Qu Sinian: ""
Lu Junhan: ""
Jian Yi: ""
Liu Jia: ""
In the end, of course they didn¡¯t want the money.
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After the tasks of the five groups of guests are completed.
Exactly 20 minutes have passed.
Now, Lu Junhan¡¯s group is the only one left.
They will return the spatula to the villager selling the chicken later.
After paying it back, their mission is completed.
Jian Chenglang explained to the villagers all the way before that he had to rack his brains and think of various ways to praise Lu Junhan and the others from all angles and levels.
Although he is very sharp-tongued, he explains everything to every household.
Not only is his mouth dry, but he is almost depressed!
Now, it was finally the scene he was most looking forward to.
The whole person suddenly felt as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
He waved and asked the photographer to follow him quickly.
The house where the chicken seller lives is in Room 10.
He doesn¡¯t live on the street, and the surrounding houses are basically empty and have been unoccupied for a long time.
He doesn¡¯t have a phone at home either.
In addition, the people from the program team explained quickly.
Therefore, the rumor did not reach his ears.
This means that the villagers who sell chickens will not be like the villagers who lost their owners in the first five groups. They were afraid, did nothing, and just admitted it so easily.
This also means that a good show is about to take place!
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The guests came to the house of the villager selling chickens.
The wooden door in front of you is tightly closed.
And the villager who sells chickens is sitting in the yard right now, ambitious and vowing to avenge his shame!
When Lu Li and Lu Junhan come, he must make Lu Li apologize to his chicken! ! !
He also wants Lu Li to taste what it feels like to be chased by a chicken and put into a bag!
snort!
If she dares to catch his chickens, he promises to make her and her father go back crying!
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door, and the villager selling chickens didn¡¯t rush to open the door.
Instead, he stood up from the chair leisurely and stretched out comfortably.
????????????????????????????????????????????????? ????????????????????????????????????????OUT did not do nothing but hear a young and crisp little milk sound coming in clearly from outside:
"Uncle, Uncle Chicken, are you in there?"
Villager selling chickens: ""
! ! !
You are the chicken uncle, and your whole family is chicken uncle!
With this attitude, I still want to enter his door. What a wonderful idea!
The little girl stood outside the door, holding a spatula in her hand, and knocked on the door for a while, but no one answered. She turned her head and said to her father distressedly, "Dad, it seems that Uncle Chicken is not at home."
Lu Junhan looked at the closed door and said two words lightly: "He is here."
Hearing what her father said, the little girl tilted her head thoughtfully.
She believed what her father said.
Since dad said he was there, Uncle Chicken must be inside.
But if Uncle Chicken is inside, why not open the door for them?
Could it be that the sound she knocked on the door was too quiet and Uncle Chicken was sleeping inside and didn¡¯t hear it?
"Bang bang bang" knocking on the door, not long after, it rang again, this time it sounded heavier.
The little girl¡¯s milky voice came in from outside again:
"Uncle Chicken, Uncle Chicken, are you there? Uncle Chicken"
The yard.
The chicken seller sat back down again.
He slowly picked up the kettle and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
He was planning in his mind that after drinking this cup of tea, in five minutes, he would??Open the door.
This will also let the father and daughter know that he is not someone to be trifled with!
The chicken seller thought happily, picked up the teacup, and took a sip¡ª¡ª
at this time¡ª¡ª
A loud "bang" sound came from the door.
The villager selling chickens just watched helplessly as half of the wooden door of his house "bang" and fell straight in, hitting the ground and causing dust to fly.
"The little girl standing at the door has clear and clean eyes and is inexperienced in world affairs. She still raises her hand as if to knock on the door.
The villager selling the chicken held it in his mouth and squirted out the water he had not yet swallowed!
"Pfft¡ª¡ª"
After spraying, he touched his mouth with his hand, then pointed at Lu Li at the door with trembling fingers, then looked at the damaged half of the door on the ground, and finally screamed in pain and collapse:
¡°Ah ah ah, my door¡ª¡ª!!!!¡±
"Uncle Chicken!"
The little girl opened her clear and dark eyes and saw him sitting in the yard. She ran in happily, raised her head, and said excitedly: "Uncle Chicken, it turns out you are not sleeping."
The villager selling chickens didn¡¯t look at her, but stared at the door of his house.
My heart seemed to be bleeding.
The little girl didn¡¯t even realize that the door was broken by her. She thought that was how the door of Uncle Chicken¡¯s house opened.
¡°After all, when he was in heaven, my father often opened the door to Uncle Fox¡¯s house like this.
Just like that, put your hand on the door, pat it, and then the door will fall forward and open directly!
Anyway, it¡¯s pretty fast.
The little girl did not forget her purpose of looking for Uncle Chicken. She stretched out her arms and asked the villagers in a sweet voice: "Uncle Chicken, did you throw away this spoon?"
Villager selling chickens: ""
Spatula: You are the spoon, and your whole family is a spoon!
The villager who sold the chickens was still angry before. Now that the incident was added to the door, he was holding back his resentment and wanted to say no directly!
Lu Junhan glanced at him indifferently and said coldly: "You'd better think about it before talking."
As he said that, Lu Junhan's gaze passed coldly over the broken door on the ground, with a strong hint of threat.
It¡¯s clear, if he dares to say otherwise, they won¡¯t pay for this door.
When the villagers selling chickens saw this, they were so distressed that they couldn't express their sorrow and almost got angry.
"But repairing this door doesn't cost more than a hundred dollars, so it's really hard to do."
And if he wants to make a hundred yuan, he has to sell at least twenty chickens to make it back.
So, the villager who sold the chicken looked at the little girl¡¯s bright expectant eyes, gritted his teeth reluctantly and said: ¡°Yes, this is what I lost.¡±
Jian Chenglang: ""
I have a feeling that after today¡¯s trip, the people in this village will no longer welcome them here.
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After that, Lu Junhan gave two hundred dollars left over from selling radishes to the villagers who sold chickens.
One hundred is used to repair the door.
The remaining one hundred is travel expenses.
¡°After all, if you want to find professional door repair workers, you can¡¯t find them in the village. You have to go to the town to hire them.
The round trip fare also costs a lot of money.
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