Faced with the gangster brother's violent behavior, the live broadcast room was filled with "Hahahahahaha"
[I know, I’m talking about dogs, right? Sloppy Brother? 】
[You don’t want your life to dare to say that to your sloppy brother? 】
[Southerners tremble without using bath towels]
[I know you are from the South, so there is no need to show off by turning on the fan at 20 or 30 degrees Celsius]
[That’s right, I was as cold as a dog. Did I say anything? 】
[Damn it, I really want to work at the anchor’s house! There is no heating but a stove! 】
[Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Let me watch the king take a bath]
【that is! This is the king’s first bath! 】
【hiss! that is! The sloppy brother has gone off topic! Get out of the way, let me see the king! 】
Zhang Yanping looked at the dazzling barrage, and his eyes darkened at this moment!
He pointed the camera with a dark face - there was nothing wrong with it, the whole bathroom was crowded with the three of them, and it was a panoramic view from any angle.
He paused and suddenly became happy again: "Qiaoqiao, you can't turn around here, otherwise you wash up first and I'll wait for you at the door."
Qiao Qiao rubbed her foamy hands for a moment, then thought carefully for a moment: "No, Brother Yanping, I think it's fine if you are there - I'll wash the first half and you can wash the second half!"
Zhang Yanping:......
But at this moment, Song Tan's voice came over: "Brother Yanping, please hold on tight! Otherwise, it's so dark that several dogs haven't been washed yet, which is outrageous!"
Zhang Yanping suddenly became angry: "This is the job of temporary workers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qiao Qiao looked over with hurt on his face: "Brother Yan Ping, do you dislike the king?"
He pouted and handed over the king's red bib: "Otherwise... just go and rub your bib."
Brother Yan Ping: ...you said my bad mouth! Even the work is done and it’s still not good!
He sighed: "No, I was joking with your sister... Come on, come on, wash, wash them!"
Zhang Yanping had never washed a dog before, so he poured shampoo on it and rubbed it in. The first time it didn't lather, he rinsed it off quickly.
But the second time I made it, the foam was foaming, and it was quite a relief after rubbing it again and again! Moreover, the king squinted his eyes and stood firmly without any resistance at all. He was obviously quite comfortable!
Only when he was about to flush the water, Qiao Qiao was not happy: "Brother Yanping, you haven't even given me a good rub..."
Zhang Yanping was delighted: "Hey, little temporary worker, how many numbers are our dogs in? Hurry up, wash them before dark, and then put them in the fire to dry their fur, so they don't get cold at night!"
Now as soon as the sun sets, the temperature drops sharply, and the wind blows again... shouldn't we hurry up?
Besides, if you wash eleven dogs in one breath, if you still need to knead and massage them... With this workload, Zhang Yanping thinks he can change his identity. He won't move, and the dogs can be washed by him!
Qiaoqiao still listened to the advice and stopped rubbing her hands at the moment. As soon as she took the shower head, she shouted in a loud voice: "Mom! Wrap it in a towel for the king!"
Wulan didn't want to pay attention to this stupid kid - what kind of physique does the king have? What kind of towel can be used to wrap it? Sheets and blankets would probably work!
She and Song Tan sat at the door. When the bathroom door opened, they each covered their heads and faces with a few old towels and started rubbing together!
After rubbing the king's short hair, it staggered around and was obviously scrawled.
Qiao Qiao was giving Dabao his first rub. Castro's black coat was shiny and mixed with water, and dust and grass blades were washed away. The scrubber regretted, "Shouldn't I have used some protective gear on Dabao just now?" Fasu?"
The gangster brother had already given in, and now he said plaintively: "Please calm down, ancestor!"
After all the busy work, the dogs were not tired at all. Instead, they were taken care of comfortably. They were bathed, wiped and dried. However, Qiao Qiao and Zhang Yanping came out of the bathroom and sighed heavily. Tone!
"so tired……"
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However, the reporters from Yuncheng Daily did not know the hardships of the old Song family. They only lamented that they had to go on a business trip early in the morning - in the middle of winter, who knows? I got up at five o'clock and got ready to go. I planned to
Take a picture of the steaming farm breakfast!
After all, in local forums, everyone is only interested in eating and drinking, and nothing else... just don't mention it!
The driver was from a newspaper company. He was also yawning at this moment and exhaled: "Are you all here? Get in the car together."
Reporter Yu Yan is a woman in her early thirties. She gave birth to a child at the beginning of the year and has recently returned to the workplace. However, the local newspaper office is becoming increasingly rare and now relies solely on financial support, so there is no workplace without work.
It’s an iron rice bowl, so just hold on!
The only bad thing is that in the middle of this year, the superior policies were changed one by one, funding was not forthcoming, and wages were delayed... No, now the newspaper office should be active in doing something!
Two young people were also asked to keep an eye on the official account, and they both managed it seriously.
Otherwise, if you keep reaching out, you won’t be able to write a performance report at all! What a shame!
They were all old acquaintances, and Yu Yan was not embarrassed. After the car left the city, he opened his cosmetic bag and ordered:
"Brother Li, please drive more steadily, otherwise it will be very troublesome if the painting is damaged."
Brother Li also understands - to be on camera, you have to spend hours preparing for it. It’s very painful to get up early in the morning in the winter, and you have to put on your makeup an hour in advance...
Mother!
He is quite good as a driver, and there is no difference in salary among everyone.
"Don't worry, wait until I get out of the suburbs. The roads will be built this year and it's pretty easy to walk over there. They're all asphalt roads."
Yu Yan was pleasantly surprised for a moment, and then he breathed a sigh of relief!
The photographer, holding the camera, also yawned at this moment: "This [small farmer] thing run by our city, is that data really fake?"
Speaking of this, everyone became interested: "Yeah, is it true or false? Why do I think the data is too unreal? The other two are normal, with annual sales of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands... This first Why do you have so many names?"
Yu Yan said "hmm" and said, "Don't worry, the awards haven't been awarded yet."
Why are you waiting for an award? As soon as they looked at the data, they knew who the winner was - rural children had been doing live broadcasts for several months, and their sales were close to eight figures... Isn't this too outrageous? !
Yu Yan was very curious: "I went to the live broadcast room to watch the replay, and it was really interesting. There are no problems with the number of fans, the number of viewers, and the activity level... It's just that the things are expensive and you have to grab them... it's a bit outrageous."
The cameraman also got excited: "How expensive is it? Is it as expensive as the high-quality one in the wet market? My wife bought two watermelons there in the summer, dear, it's 20 a pound!"
This was outrageous. You must know that in July and August, unicorn melons on the roadside cost less than two yuan. His twenty-one kilograms...he was more subtle than this in grabbing money!
"Is that delicious?"
Yu Yan asked him, and driver Li Ge also pricked up his ears.
The cameraman was depressed: "I took a private contract and went out of town... When I came back, I didn't even see the skin of the melon!"
