I raise furry animals and fly them to my motherland.

Chapter 193 The Great Philosopher
Xu Ying continued driving his dune buggy.

The production team arranged three cars: one for Yao Yingzhe and Jiang Mo, and the other for Ming Xueying and Jia Yao, the two good brothers.

Ye Jie rode alone in one car.

Xu Ying watched Ye Jie, dressed in an exotic dancer's costume, get into the car alone. She guessed that the internet was in an uproar again, and those marketing accounts would probably edit together videos that smeared Ye Jie before she went to bed tonight.

Xu Ying began to think that there was another reason behind Ye Jie's "scandals." Celebrities speak so frankly, and with the malicious interpretation of marketing accounts, they are easily smeared.

Fox Sibao lay on Xu Ying's shoulder, still thinking about the chicken nuggets.

[Sister, the chicken nuggets fell on the ground. If you brush them off with sand, they should still be edible, right? We little animals aren't picky eaters.]
Fox Boss's clever mind had already seen through everything.

[Sibao, are you stupid? This woman deliberately dropped the food on the ground. She just didn't want to give it to you. Have some backbone!]
[Because you dirtied her face with your claws.]
Fox Four scratched its head: [But didn't my sister just say that we can't touch each other while wearing makeup?]
[Waaah, how could she do that? She lured the baby with the smell of chicken, then threw the chicken pieces on the ground. So cruel!]
Sibao's heart has been shattered into pieces.

The eldest fox patted its head: [Good, it lets you know the wickedness of humans.]
Not everyone is as kind as my sister and brother Qi Xiao.
Fox Four, scratching at its paws with its ears drooping on either side of its head, whimpered: "[Waaah, I know I was wrong. I'll never be greedy again.]"
Seeing that Sibao, the little foodie, had gotten its comeuppance today, Xu Ying patted its head and carried it to the motorcycle seat.

"Don't go with strangers so easily in the future."

Fox Sibao nodded its head like a chick pecking at rice.

The production crew moved to Nishimura.

In the live broadcast, a program crew's SUV slowly stopped at the village entrance. The door opened, and Ye Jie, holding onto the car frame, frowned slightly.

She tried to lightly touch the ground with her sprained ankle, but immediately flinched in pain, her fingers unconsciously gripping the suitcase handle tightly.

Comments flooded the screen: "What is Ye Jie doing again? Wearing that dancer's outfit and carrying such a modern suitcase looks so out of place."

[Hilarious! She's putting on airs even after getting off the bus?]

Is this princess waiting for someone to come and fetch her?

Just then, a dark-skinned young villager quickly stepped forward and kindly extended his hand: "Let me help you carry it?"

Ye Jie smiled gratefully: "Thank you, thank you for your trouble."

Before she could finish speaking, the young man suddenly lifted her off the bus by the arm. She gasped in surprise and stumbled to her feet, her ears turning red.

The live chat exploded with comments: [Ahhh, was this guy taking advantage of the situation to touch her hand?!]
[Why is Ye Jie pretending to be innocent? She's probably secretly overjoyed!]
The camera cuts to the other side, where Ming Xueying is nimbly jumping out of the car, her military green backpack bulging on her back, and she is also carrying a 28-inch suitcase in her hand.

After Jia Yao got out of the car from the other side, he reached out to Ming Xueying: "Xiao Ming, your backpack is so big and bulging, it looks heavy. Shall I carry it for you?"

Ming Xueying sidestepped, tossing her ponytail with a flourish: "You don't need to take such special care of me, I can manage on my own—"

She glanced at Ye Jie, who was being helped by the young man, and smiled brightly: "Don't treat me like a delicate girl."

After saying that, she picked up her suitcase with one hand and strode towards the temporary luggage storage area designated by the production team, the metal buckles on her backpack jingling.

The comments section was flooded with praise for the rainbow:
[My sister is so cool! She's given those parasitic wretches a slap in the face!]
[Can Ye Jie learn from others?]
[Ming-jie's arm strength! Her biceps could send three delicate girls flying with a single punch!]
[Will Ye Jie "accidentally" fall into the male guest's arms again later?]
As Ming Xueying walked, she grinned at Jia Yao: "My mom always said I was a wild boy, with short hair, climbing walls and trees, even wilder than boys—"

Jia Yao Chao Ming Xue Ying gave a thumbs up: "As expected of you!"

Xu Ying parked the car and, upon hearing the conversation between the two, expressionlessly touched the makeup remover wipes in her pocket.

She walked toward the location of the bonfire party in the west village.

As the sun sets behind the sand dunes, the desert night wind carries a dry chill. But Xicun, a village known to tourists as an "oasis in the desert," remains brightly lit.

Xu Ying had heard of Xicun, a famous village, but had never visited it. Now that she had come to Xicun, she realized that the village's infrastructure and environment far surpassed other small villages in the desert.

Indeed, sending these celebrities to live in real villages in the desert is worse than killing them.

The earthen buildings, in shades of yellow, are arranged in a staggered pattern. The domed earthen houses, carved wooden doors, and hanging colorful lanterns all exude a strong desert atmosphere.

Drought-resistant plants such as cacti, sea buckthorn, and camel thorn adorn the front and back of houses, and almost every household has desert roses planted in front of their doors, their colors fiery red.

The little fennec foxes were seeing such a beautiful village in the desert for the first time, like children on an autumn outing.

[Sister, this village is so beautiful! The roses are so pretty too!]

[Could we plant flowers near our desert rescue station?]

Xu Ying pondered for a moment upon hearing this. The area around the rescue station was indeed rather monotonous. "Okay, I'll look into it when I get back!"

The lake in the center of the village reflected the flickering firelight, and a tall bonfire had already been set up on the shore, the crackling of burning firewood intertwining with the cheerful drumbeats.

The residents of Xicun were dressed in brightly embroidered robes, vests adorned with silver ornaments, and colorful silk skirts—they were particularly dazzling in the firelight.

They clapped their hands, sang melodious folk songs, and their steps moved lightly to the rhythm of the hand drum.

The women's skirts fluttered as they twirled, while the men moved with vigorous steps, drawing cheers from the onlookers.

When the guests of "Rules of Survival in the Desert" entered the venue, cheers instantly rose.

Several elderly people with gray hair and beards stepped forward with smiles, holding naan bread and raisins, to welcome the guests who had come from afar with the most solemn etiquette.

As the senior among the six, Yao Yingzhe straightened his collar and stepped forward with a reserved smile, as if he were revisiting a familiar place. He accepted the naan bread from the old village chief with both hands, but did not eat it immediately. Instead, he held it to his chest as if it were a sacred object and sighed deeply at the camera.

"Oh dear, this reminds me of those days."

He squinted as if recalling something, "When CCTV Movie Channel filmed a special program about me called 'Art Life,' the scene was filmed under this poplar tree."

Yao Yingzhe suddenly raised his finger, almost poking a villager in the eye. "Back then, the director said, 'I am like the old poplar tree in Xicun—rough to look at, but tenacious in my bones!'"

"Look, these raisins are like the hardships of life."

Yao Yingzhe dipped his finger in saliva and pushed a raisin to the edge of the pancake, saying, "It's actually sweeter after being exposed to the scorching sun."

He suddenly folded the whole flatbread in half, and the raisins fell out with a clatter. "But what if there wasn't a naan bread to hold it up—"

Crumbs were scattered all over the floor. "Even the sweetest fruit can't withstand this!"

Xu Ying, who was pondering how to expose Ming Xueying's "fake bare face," twitched at the corner of her mouth upon hearing Yao Yingzhe's words.

numb!

So there was a great philosopher here!

This variety show is truly full of hidden talents!

The entire salary was for emotional distress.