How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

This meal was truly a magnificent and unforgettable experience.

The sun was starting to set slightly in the west.

The two pigs were originally piled up like a small mountain.

At this moment, not even the tip of a pig's tail was left.

The bottom of that large iron pot, which was a meter in diameter, was scraped until it gleamed.

Even dish soap is no longer needed.

Xu An squatted on his doorstep, holding the chipped white enamel mug in his hands, his eyes glazed over.

He truly hadn't expected these people to be so strong.

Let alone meat.

Even the broth in the stew was eaten clean by people dipping steamed buns in it.

"belch--"

Da Biao sprawled out on the haystack without any regard for his image, letting out a deafening burp.

He patted his round belly, looking quite content.

"Comfortable."

"This big pot of rice is so fragrant, it tastes even better than the Australian lobster I had at the seafood restaurant."

All around were sighs of contentment.

Several thousand people ate and drank their fill, the chill on their faces dispelled by the hot meat soup.

Xu An looked at the mess on the ground and the oily faces of the people.

Thinking to myself, "Is this the end of the show now?"

They provided meals and made sure I was full.

The pig was slaughtered, and the meat was divided up.

According to the script, everyone should go home and find their own mothers at this point.

He quietly pulled his hand out of his sleeve and glanced at the time.

2:30 p.m.

It's the perfect time to go down the mountain.

"that……"

Xu Anqing cleared his throat, trying to signal with his eyes that Da Biao should take the lead.

"Brother Biao, it's getting late."

"The mountain roads are difficult to travel, especially in the afternoon when fog easily rolls in."

"Is everyone...?"

He hadn't finished speaking.

Then Lin Zixuan stood up from the crowd.

The rich kid was still holding the Huawei Extraordinary Master, which was broadcasting live.

"Oh, my family."

Lin Zixuan spoke to the camera, his tone full of lingering satisfaction.

"We've eaten our fill, but we haven't explored the village yet."

"Look at that millstone over there, it looks like it's over a hundred years old, right?"

"And that crooked tree at the village entrance, its shape is just amazing, it exudes a strong sense of loneliness!"

In the live stream, the chat was instantly flooded with comments.

[ID Doesn't Want to Go to Work]: Don't go! I have to browse! I love seeing this kind of raw, unfiltered content!

[ID Archaeology Team]: I noticed that millstone earlier, isn't it from the Qing Dynasty? It's an artifact!

【ID: Princess on the Run】: I just want to see where the blogger usually lives, to see his boudoir... no, his bedroom.

Lin Zixuan shoved the phone into Xu An's hand.

"Brother Xu An, the baton is being passed to you."

"I just bragged in the live stream that I would take everyone on an immersive tour of Xujia Village."

"You can broadcast for a while, Da Biao and I are going to digest our food."

Xu An held the scalding hot phone, completely bewildered.

"no……"

"What's so interesting about visiting this run-down village?"

"That's an abandoned millstone, usually used to tether donkeys."

"That tree isn't anything ancient; it was just struck by lightning and bent over, and nobody's taking care of it."

Xu An tried to persuade everyone to give up using the simplest language.

But these honest words were interpreted differently by netizens.

[ID: Human Sober]: Tying up a donkey? This is called the trace of time! This is called a testament to agrarian civilization!

[ID Artistic Youth]: Struck by lightning and still growing tenaciously? What kind of spirit is this? This is stubbornness! This is indomitable spirit!

[ID Reading Comprehension Full Marks]: The blogger has such a high level of understanding, taking everything lightly. Is this the legendary wisdom of appearing foolish?

Xu An's lips twitched as he looked at the comments.

Are these people obsessed with reading comprehension?

However, reality is more surreal than the internet.

Those thousands of netizens, who had nothing better to do, actually started to "roam freely".

People were taking pictures around that broken millstone, trying all sorts of angles. If you didn't know better, you'd think they were taking pictures of the Venus de Milo in the Louvre.

Some people climbed up to the crooked tree and struck various artistic poses.

Some people even looked at Xu An's half-collapsed mud wall and sighed with deep emotion, "This is the aesthetics of ruins."

Xujia Village was originally quiet, with only the sounds of dogs barking and roosters crowing.

It has now been transformed into an open 5A-level scenic area.

Every corner was filled with young people taking photos with their phones.

Xu An shrank back, feeling as if his family's secrets from the past few decades were about to be exposed.

But he can't escape.

The phone camera was pointed directly at his face.

The number of online users in the upper right corner of the screen has remained stable at around 18.

Number of followers: 88.6.

It's still a ways off from the million mark, but for an ordinary person, that's already rocket speed.

"that……"

Xu An forced a smile and awkwardly waved at the camera.

"I am Xu An."

"That was Lin Ge broadcasting for me just now, now it's my turn."

The live stream chat immediately erupted in cheers.

【ID Finally, we've got you】: We've caught a wild blogger!

[ID Appearance Connoisseur Association]: Close-up shots! We have to take close-up shots! This skin texture, it's so natural, no hyaluronic acid injections!

[ID Foodie]: Blogger, is there any soup left from that pot? I'd like to have a taste virtually.

Xu An looked at the comment that said someone wanted to drink soup and shook his head.

"That's all."

"Even the soot at the bottom of the pot was scraped clean."

"My dog ​​just tried to lick the pot, but it was too hot for him."

【ID Haha Monster】: Dog: I have never suffered such injustice in my life.

[ID Dog Lover]: Poor Dahuang, the first dog on the entire internet to have its food stolen.

Xu An wasn't good at creating entertaining content, nor did he understand what rhetoric was.

He just stood there, holding his phone, pacing around in his own yard.

"These are scallions grown by my grandfather."

"That was the jar I used to pickle vegetables, it's empty now."

"This...this is a toilet, a dry toilet, nothing to see."

The more he tried to avoid the camera, the more excited netizens became.

This unadorned realism is like a breath of fresh air, washing away the scripts and beautified images on the internet.

Just as Xu An was overwhelmed by the questions from the live chat.

A commotion suddenly broke out outside the courtyard.

It wasn't an argument.

It was a very strange, rhythmic sound.

rustling --

rustling --

Xu An turned the camera around.

The scene before him stunned him.

All that could be seen were the netizens who had been scattered in the fields, eating their lunchboxes.

At this moment, they are spontaneously bending over.

They were carrying plastic bags they'd found somewhere, or garbage bags they'd brought themselves.

They are picking up trash.

Packaging paper for disposable chopsticks.

An empty mineral water bottle.

Leftover watermelon rinds.

Even the cigarette butts that had been trampled into the mud were carefully dug out.

Several thousand people.

There was no organizer.

There was no loudspeaker announcement.

They quietly and conscientiously cleaned up this land that did not belong to them, like hardworking ants.

Lin Zixuan was carrying a huge black garbage bag and was following behind Da Biao.

Da Biao went even further, taking off his shirt and using it to hold a bunch of empty bottles.

"Brothers! Get it over with!"

"We're here to support Xiao An, not to cause her trouble!"

"Anyone who dares to leave even a scrap of paper behind, don't blame me, Da Biao, for turning my back on them!"

Da Biao's shout was more effective than any civilized slogan.

Xu An held up his phone, his hand trembling slightly.

He transmitted the entire scene to the live stream.

The chat suddenly went silent for a few seconds.

Then, the wind changed direction.

It's no longer just playful banter and jokes.

【ID Guardian of the Best Xiao An】: I'm moved to tears. Is this the quality of our generation of netizens?

[ID Henan Culture & Tourism]: Screenshot it! I'm going to post it on the official account right now! That's so impressive!

[Keyboard Warrior Buster]: Who says trendy Instagrammable spots are dirty and messy? Look at Xujia Village! This place is cleaner than my face!

[ID Cleaning Lady]: I sweep the streets, and seeing this scene really made me want to cry. Thank you, children.

Xu An looked at that hunched back.

The threshing ground, which was originally a mess, slowly returned to its original earthy yellow color.

It's even cleaner than before.

He put his hands inside his sleeves and sniffed.

The mental defenses built up because of social anxiety crumbled at this moment.

"Master."

Xu An whispered something to his grandfather, who was smoking a pipe next to him.

"What's wrong, my dear grandson?"

Grandpa was watching the children help him tidy up the yard with a happy smile, thinking how wonderful the world was.

"These people..."

"It doesn't seem so scary after all."

Grandpa exhaled a puff of smoke, his face crinkling with laughter.

"That's right."

"What goes around comes around."

"If you make sure they're well-fed, they naturally won't mess up our land."

Not far away.

Director Wang Xingbang was sitting on a roadside stone, holding a walkie-talkie, but remained silent for a long time.

He watched as people spontaneously picked up trash all over the mountains.

Her eyes were a little red.

"The bureau chief?"

The secretary's voice came through the walkie-talkie, "The chefs for dinner have arrived in town. Should they go any further?"

Wang Xingbang took a deep breath and suddenly stood up.

"Enter!"

"We must go in!"

"Tell the head chef to bring out all his best skills!"

"These netizens are so supportive! If our county lets us down, we'll be nailed to the pillar of shame!"

He was initially worried.

With thousands of people staying here, how will we maintain sanitation and order at night?

Now it seems...

He's overthinking it.

This is hardly a mob.

These are clearly the most adorable comrades-in-arms!

Wang Xingbang strode towards Xu An, his fatigue vanishing instantly.

"Little Xu!"

"Please pause the live stream for a moment, I have something important to announce!"

Xu An was startled and quickly moved the camera away.

"What's wrong, Chief? Are you going to slaughter another pig?"

Xu An was genuinely scared.

There are only two pigs left in this pigpen, and they don't look like they'll survive the night.

Wang Xingbang waved his hand, pointing to the gradually darkening sky.

"We're not slaughtering pigs anymore."

"Let's do something different tonight."

"The county's Henan opera troupe has arrived, and so has the shadow puppet troupe."

"And those ten large cooking pots, we won't be cooking anything tonight."

Wang Xingbang smiled mysteriously and leaned close to Xu An's ear.

"We're frying dough sticks, making spicy soup, and adding two thousand catties of sweet potatoes that just arrived from the county."

"Let's throw the biggest...country bonfire party on the entire internet!"

Xu An was stunned.

"A bonfire...party?"

"Here?"

He pointed to his own wheat field, which had just been cleared.

"right!"

Wang Xingbang's eyes were burning.

"Since they don't want to leave, since they want to see the lively atmosphere of everyday life."

"Then let's give them the most spectacular fireworks display ever!"

"Didn't you just say you didn't know what to broadcast?"

"You're going to broadcast this tonight!"

Xu An swallowed.

He looked at the truck in the distance, which was slowly driving in and was filled with audio equipment and lights.

Then I glanced at the netizens who were still enthusiastically studying the millstone.

A deep sense of powerlessness welled up inside me.

I originally wanted to find two people to massage the pigs.

Really.

Who would have thought.

The pigs have been tamped now.

Am I being forced to become the host of this party?

Just then.

Lin Zixuan appeared out of nowhere, holding two freshly roasted sweet potatoes.

"Brother Xu An, I heard there's a bonfire party tonight?"

"I just tasted this sweet potato, it's really sweet."

"By the way, a netizen just made a suggestion."

"Since there's not enough room for everyone, could we set up tents in this wheat field?"

"We have camping equipment in our car."

Xu An looked at Lin Zixuan's expectant expression.

The image of thousands of tents pitched on my land flashed through my mind.

That scene.

It's estimated to be even more spectacular than Zhuge Liang's encampment.

"that……"

Xu An gave the live stream camera a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Family members."

"I said meals would be provided."

"But I really didn't say... that accommodation would be provided."

"And it's this kind of...stargazing camping room?"

In the live stream room.

[ID Want to Go to the Scene]: Hahahaha! A stargazing camping cabin! The blogger is so good at coming up with names!

[ID Gear Enthusiast]: I've already ordered a tent! It will definitely arrive tomorrow!

[ID Huixian Culture and Tourism]: @All members, the county has urgently dispatched a batch of cold-weather tents and sleeping bags, which will arrive at the scene in half an hour! Xujia Village will remain open tonight!

I saw that comment with the official blue V verification.

Xu An completely gave up resisting.

He put his hands back into his sleeves.

Looking at the setting sun on the horizon, about to burn out.

Then I looked at the two pigs that had long since become stories.

"Master."

"What's wrong?"

"Our land..."

"It might be a bit difficult to flip it over."

"These guys... they're going to give us a good beating tonight."