Entertainment: A whirlwind marriage with a fairy-like mother at the start!

The draw continues.

When it was DouDou's turn, he rushed forward impatiently and reached his little hands into the lottery tube, grabbing at things haphazardly.

He took out a bamboo skewer, and after seeing the number on it, he jumped up on the spot.

"5! It's 5!"

"Dad! We want to live in a house with a big TV!"

DouDou waved the bamboo skewer excitedly.

Qin Haoyang let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This little rascal has finally calmed down.

If I draw a bad house, I'm afraid we won't be able to continue recording this show today.

Bao Bao took small, quick steps forward and obediently pulled out a bamboo skewer.

She glanced at it, then turned to Chen Yixun with a sweet smile: "Daddy, it really is number 2!"

"Great, we can go see the lambs now." Chen Yixun ruffled his daughter's hair.

the last one.

Rati walked quietly to the lottery box.

Only one bamboo stick remained in the tube.

She reached out and took it out, reading it softly.

"Number 4".

Number 4, a rustic house.

There is no toilet.

Ren Xianqi paused for two seconds, then burst into laughter, walked over and took his daughter's hand.

"It's okay, Rati, let's treat it as a camping trip."

Rati nodded, without crying or fussing, and quietly stayed by her father's side.

All five families have completed the lottery.

Li Rui's loudspeaker blared again.

"Now, dads, please take your little ones to your respective houses!"

"Once you arrive, your first task will be to tidy up your room!"

"Make the bed, clean, find a water source."

"Use your own hands to turn this unfamiliar place into home!"

The five families split up and acted separately.

The cameras followed each group as they set off.

Yu Le looked down at the bamboo stick with the number "3" written on it in his hand, then looked up at the direction of the spider house in the distance.

He sighed and bent down to pick up his suitcase.

"Let's go, Comrade Yu Muchen."

"Let's go see our new home."

Dongdong followed closely behind Yu Le, her short legs moving very quickly.

The two walked along a weed-covered path in the village for about five minutes.

Room number 3 came into view.

Yu Le stopped in her tracks.

Dongdong stopped too.

The father and son stood at the door and remained silent for three seconds.

This so-called "spider house" is even more devastating than it appears in the photos.

The adobe wall has developed several cracks.

The wooden door was crooked and leaning, the hinges at the bottom were rusted beyond recognition, and a large piece of the door panel was missing.

Spiderwebs of all sizes hung under the eaves, swaying slightly in the wind, a dense, white mass that made one's scalp tingle.

Yu Le pushed open the half-damaged wooden door.

crunch--

The door hinges made a screeching noise.

The air inside was stuffy and damp, with a strong musty smell.

The ground was compacted loess, and in the corner were piles of bundles of straw and old farm tools.

An old-fashioned wooden bed leans against the wall directly opposite, covered with a layer of dusty straw mat, and two cotton quilts of indeterminate age are stacked next to it.

A light bulb hung above the bed, its wiring twisted and crooked around the beam.

Yu Le walked to the corner and pulled the light cord.

The light bulb flickered twice, emitting a dim yellow light.

It's alright, there's electricity.

Dongdong peeked in cautiously.

He looked up and saw two huge spider webs on the overhead beam, with several withered flying insects stuck to them.

The little guy's body visibly stiffened.

He suddenly took a step back, his back pressing against Yu Le's leg.

"Dad."

Dongdong's voice was several decibels lower than usual.

"There's a spider up there!"

Yu Le glanced down at him.

The little guy wasn't crying, but his mouth was tightly shut and his little fists were clenched tightly.

Yu Le didn't comfort him; instead, she stood her suitcase by the door and bent down to pick up a long bamboo pole from the corner.

"Watch closely."

Yu Le raised the bamboo pole and swept it cleanly across the spider web on the crossbeam.

The entire spiderweb was pulled down, and the light, floating silk threads hung from the top of the bamboo pole.

He picked at the cobwebs four or five times in a row, cleaning up all the visible spiderwebs above his head and in the corners of the wall.

The movements were swift and decisive.

"Spiders are beneficial insects; they eat mosquitoes and rarely bite people."

Yu Le rolled up the spider webs and threw them onto the open ground outside the door.

"But they were in the way, so we asked them to leave."

Dongdong stood there, watching his father quickly and easily deal with the things that made his scalp tingle.

He squatted on the inside of the threshold, still somewhat hesitant, and looked around.

Yu Le pointed his thumb outwards.

"Go to the yard and bring in the broom that's hanging on the bamboo frame over there, and help me sweep the floor."

Dongdong paused for a moment.

"Do I have to do chores too?"

Yu Le turned around and glanced at him.

"Yu Muchen, now that you're on TV, you have to do your job."

Dongdong bit her lip and ran out the door.

In less than half a minute, he stumbled back, carrying a bamboo broom taller than himself.

"Dad, this is so heavy."

Yu Le ignored the kid's complaints. He rummaged through the room and found two towels.

He tossed one aside and placed it directly into the basin of water to soak.

Then he bent down and began to examine the old wooden bed.

The bed frame was fairly sturdy, but there were some moldy marks under the straw mat.

Yu Le lifted the straw mat, rolled it up, and threw it at the door.

He carefully wiped the entire bed board twice with a damp towel.

He then picked up the two quilts and examined them in a well-lit area.

Although the quilt was old, it had no insects or odor, and the smell of being sun-dried still lingered.

It was clearly prepared by the production team.

He unfolded the quilt and laid it on the clean bed board.

Dongdong wasn't idle either.

The little guy gripped the broom handle with both hands and pushed forward with all his might.

The large bamboo broom in his hands was like a paddle, moving left and right, more like he was wrestling with the ground than sweeping.

But he didn't complain.

Her face turned bright red, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead.

The cameraman was squatting at the door, his camera following Dongdong the whole time.

This scene is so moving.

A little boy, about three or four years old, was diligently working in the dilapidated mud-brick house, dragging a broom that was bigger than himself.

When sweeping the corner, the broom hit a protruding stone, bounced back, and poked Dongdong's chin.

Dongdong winced in pain and leaned back. But he didn't cry.

He rubbed his chin, picked up the broom again, and continued pushing.

Yu Le kept an eye on her son out of the corner of her eye.

He saw this scene as well and nodded in agreement.

This kid was worth raising.

More than half an hour later.

Spider House #3 has been completely renovated.

Of course, saying it's completely transformed is a bit of an exaggeration.

After all, the wall was still that cracked adobe wall, and the door was still that wooden door with half a piece missing.

But the floor was swept clean.

All the spider webs have been removed.

The window was wiped with a damp towel, and now light is coming in.

The bed was made neatly, and the quilt was folded and placed to one side.

Yu Le found a roll of wire and a few pieces of wood in the yard, and quickly covered the gap at the bottom of the broken door.

At least at night, no wind will blow directly in.