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

3 PM.

There's traffic congestion again on the newly paved asphalt road in Xujia Village.

This time, it wasn't a private car with license plates from various places that came.

Instead, it was a row of Wuling vans and modified Land Rovers with stickers that read "XX Media," "Outdoor King," and "Ruthless A-Qiang."

The smell of data wafted hundreds of kilometers away along the network cable.

Those professional internet celebrities, whose sense of smell is even more acute than a dog's, have finally arrived.

The wheat field, which was originally orderly and filled only with the sounds of wind and laughter, suddenly changed its appearance.

"Hey guys! I've arrived at Xujia Village! Double tap 666 and I'll show you those two amazing pigs!"

A young man with dyed yellow hair and wearing tight loafers walked around shouting at the camera while holding a selfie stick.

The sound was so loud it was like it had a built-in megaphone.

"Family! If I win this PK, I'll go straight to the blogger's house and do a driving test (or driving skills test) on that millstone!"

Another female anchor, wearing heavy makeup and revealing clothes that were not only not warm but also exposed her thighs, stood in the middle of the road with her phone on a stand.

Da Biao and his men were cleaning up the last wave of trash.

Upon seeing this group of people, Da Biao's brows furrowed so deeply they could trap flies.

But that's not the worst part.

That "ruthless Ah-Qiang" was trying to find a good shooting angle.

He stepped into the radish patch next to him that hadn't been harvested yet.

That's Uncle Er's land.

Not only did he step on it, he also casually flicked the cigarette butt he had finished smoking into a neatly tidied haystack next to him.

"Pah, this lousy place is all dirt, there's not even a place to put your feet down."

A-Qiang cursed and swore at the camera, completely ignoring the ordinary netizens around him who were still bending over to pick up trash.

Xu An was holding a mobile phone and was live-streaming.

The camera happened to capture this scene.

The live stream chat exploded instantly.

[ID Guardian Xiao An]: Holy crap? Where did this wild monkey come from?

[A fugitive from the ID education system]: Stepping on someone else's land? And littering cigarette butts? All that work that thousands of people spent half a day cleaning up!

[ID Wants to Go to the Scene]: Where's Big Biao? Let's go beat him up!

Xu An looked at the cigarette butt that was still smoking.

Looking at the radish tops that had been trampled by the loafers.

The anger that had been building up inside him due to his social anxiety suddenly flared up.

I don't care if you're a big internet celebrity with millions of followers.

This is Xujia Village.

This is my second uncle's land.

This is the place that thousands of brothers and sisters painstakingly cleaned up bit by bit.

Xu An held up his phone, head down, face grim, and walked step by step toward "ruthless Ah Qiang".

Just as Da Biao was about to make a move, he saw Xu An approaching and paused for a moment.

He had never seen Xu An with that expression before.

It's not ominous.

It is a state of "still water with ripples" devoid of any emotion.

Xu An walked up to A-Qiang and blocked his camera lens.

"Hey? Who are you? You're blocking my light, you know that?"

Ah Qiang was ranting away when he looked up and saw a country bumpkin in a tattered military overcoat. He immediately started cursing.

Xu An remained silent.

He slowly extended a hand from his sleeve.

He pointed to the cigarette butt in the haystack.

He then pointed to Ah Qiang's feet.

"Pick it up."

The sound wasn't loud.

She was even a little hoarse.

But in the suddenly quiet air around them, it could be heard clearly.

A-Qiang was stunned for a moment, then started laughing at the live stream.

"Family members, look at this country bumpkin! He wants me to pick up cigarette butts? This whole village is covered in dirt, I'm the only one missing..."

"Pick it up."

Xu An interrupted him.

It's still those three words.

There was no variation in tone.

But in that instant, Xu An's eyes, which always seemed to reveal "clear stupidity,"...

It evaded the indifference that only those who have slaughtered pigs can understand.

That was the look in his eyes, a look that showed he had taken life and death in stride.

It was also the look in their eyes that saw through the true nature of these clowns.

Ah Qiang felt uneasy under that gaze.

He instinctively took a step back.

As a result, he slipped and fell on his bottom in the mud.

"I won't stop you from livestreaming."

Xu An bent down and took a black garbage bag from Da Biao next to him.

It was handed to A-Qiang.

"But don't bring that smoky, unpleasant atmosphere here."

"This is home."

"This is not your stage."

There were thousands of netizens around, but it's unclear who started it.

slam-la-

Hundreds of people gathered around.

No action was taken.

They just stood there quietly.

Hundreds of eyes coldly watched this group of internet celebrities jumping around.

That invisible sense of oppression is more terrifying than a beating.

Ah Qiang chickened out.

The female anchor who had skipped the driving test also quietly put away her support.

The blond-haired young man sheepishly ended the live stream.

With trembling hands, A-Qiang picked up the cigarette butt and put it into the trash bag.

Xu An nodded.

Turn around.

I pointed my phone at the camera again.

His face returned to that bewildered, clueless expression.

"Um... that was just a little incident."

"Don't follow his example."

"The radishes in the field are going to be pickled, and Uncle Er will be heartbroken if they get trampled."

"Also, don't stop people from live streaming, just be mindful of your manners."

The chat room was buzzing with excitement.

[ID: Overbearing Village Grass]: Ahhh! Xu An's look just now! Kill me!

[ID Rectifies the Workplace]: This is real presence! Enough said, let's teach them a lesson!

[ID Huixian Culture and Tourism]: @HeroicAqiang has been verified to be suspected of damaging farmland, and the law enforcement team is on its way.

【ID: The Light of Righteousness】: Hahahaha! The official finishing blow was the most lethal!

This series of actions...

Not only did it not lose followers.

The number of followers immediately exceeded 90.

What people love is not Xu An's "rustic" style.

What I love is his "truthfulness" in upholding his principles in this turbulent world.

The sky gradually darkened.

The last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up by the Taihang Mountains.

The chill crept up my trouser legs.

Just when everyone thought the event was about to end and they were about to leave.

"boom--"

"boom--"

Several loud explosions.

Six temporary lighting towers on the hillsides surrounding Xujia Village lit up instantly.

The stark white construction lights illuminated the wheat field as if it were daytime.

Followed by.

An enticing aroma of oil forcefully wafted into everyone's noses.

"They're here! They're here!"

Director Wang Xingbang held a megaphone, his voice hoarse yet excited.

"I already said meals are provided!"

"Lunch is just a snack, dinner is the real meal!"

"Now that we've come to Henan, we can't let anyone go hungry."

The two supply trucks that had been waiting for a while opened again.

What came down wasn't a boxed lunch.

Instead, there were ten large iron pots, each 1.5 meters in diameter.

Dozens of chefs dressed in white chef uniforms and wearing tall hats ran into the venue.

Set up the pot.

make a fire.

Pour in the oil.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized, like those of a well-trained army.

Golden rapeseed oil sizzles in the pot.

Xu An stood by the stove, holding her phone, her face flushed from the steam.

"This is……"

"bonfire?"

He pointed to the ten large oil cauldrons.

"right!"

Wang Xingbang rushed over and threw a two-foot-long piece of raw dough into the pot.

Shila-

Oil splattered everywhere.

The dough puffed up instantly, turning into a golden and crispy fried dough stick.

"This is the bonfire of us Henan people!"

"Fry dough sticks! Make spicy soup!"

"Pair it with roasted sweet potatoes!"

"Tonight, we're not going clubbing, and we're not doing any shouting!"

"Let's listen to the sizzling sound of the oil in the pan!"

With Director Wang's order.

In the other pots, the dark brown spicy soup began to boil.

Wood ear mushrooms, daylily buds, gluten, diced beef...

As the large spoon stirred, it rose and fell in the pot.

The spicy pepper flavor, mixed with the smoky aroma of fried dough sticks, instantly dispelled the chill of the winter night.

And in the center of the field.

A white curtain was set up.

That was a shadow puppet troupe invited by the county.

The melodious singing, accompanied by the beat of gongs and drums, resounded under the night sky.

Ancient art.

piping hot food.

Thousands of young people sat around in the wheat field, holding hot soup in their hands.

This scene.

The extraordinary master camera in Xu An's hands spread throughout the entire internet.

The number of viewers in the live stream did not decrease.

Instead, it surpassed 40 online users.

[ID Missing Home]: Looking at that oil pan, I miss the meatballs my mom used to fry.

[ID This is the real Chinese trend]: This is way better than any music festival! This is our own culture!

[ID Late Night Food Porn]: I can't take it anymore, I can't order hot and sour soup delivery, I can only eat instant noodles dry.

[ID is so envious]: Blogger, can I listen to some opera too? The tune is so beautiful.

Xu An squatted beside the stove.

The firelight illuminated his face.

He watched as those netizens, who had just been angry about having their traffic stolen, were now lining up to receive fried dough sticks.

I watched as Da Biao, that burly man, squatted in front of the shadow puppet screen, watching with great interest.

Watching Lin Zixuan, that rich second-generation, soak the fried dough sticks in the spicy soup without any regard for his image, eating them with his mouth full of oil.

Xu An pointed his phone camera at the bubbling oil pan.

"Family members."

"This is what Xujia Village looks like at night."

"No high-tech features, and no special talents."

"It's warm."

"You'll be full."

In the live chat, the special effects of the gifts almost completely covered the screen.

Number of followers: 98.8.

It's close to the one million mark that symbolizes a "major internet celebrity".

It was just one step away from victory.

But Xu An didn't look at the data.

He simply turned his head and looked at his grandfather, who was assisting the chef.

Grandpa smiled like a child.

This lifetime.

Xujia Village has never been this bright.

Not so many people sit together peacefully, listening to an old opera and drinking a bowl of hot soup.

"very nice."

Xu An said softly.

Even if these people leave tomorrow, the land will have to be turned over and the road will have to be rebuilt.

Tonight's dream.

It was worth it.

Just then.

Wang Xingbang quietly approached Xu An from behind and mysteriously handed him a note.

"Xiao An, get ready."

"There's a grand finale performance coming up later."

"I begged for ages before the county cultural troupe agreed to this 'nuclear-level' performance."

Xu An took the note and read it by the light of the fire.

There are three words written on it.

His hand trembled, and he almost dropped his phone into the oil pan.

"Chief..."

"Isn't this...a bit too hardcore?"

"Can these netizens... handle it?"