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

Just then.

The curtain to the main room was lifted.

Grandpa, wearing an old padded jacket and carrying a purple clay teapot, slowly walked out.

The old man glanced at Xu An, who was sprawled on the ground.

Then I listened to the sounds outside the door.

He snorted through his nose.

"What?"

"Has it flared up again?"

"Is there gold on our doorstep? We sit there every day."

Xu An raised his head.

He looked utterly hopeless.

"Master..."

"Our pig is gone."

"The meat is all gone too."

"This year, my son and I might have to eat pickled vegetables for Chinese New Year."

Grandpa walked to the middle of the yard.

He started practicing his self-created Tai Chi.

"If it's gone, it's gone."

Out with the old, in with the new.

"We'll see."

Grandpa stopped what he was doing and glanced at Xu An sideways.

"Don't you have that three million?"

I'm really craving it.

"Order takeout."

Xu An's lips twitched slightly.

"Grandpa, food delivery can't get into this remote mountain village."

Grandpa chuckled.

He revealed a set of fairly neat teeth.

"That was before."

"Didn't the bureau chief say that yesterday?"

"Roads need to be built, and the internet needs to be connected."

"Just you wait and see."

"In less than three days."

"Don't mention takeout."

"It's like if you wanted to eat dragon meat from the sky, someone would deliver it to your door."

Xu An remained silent.

He felt that his grandfather had become arrogant.

The old man was drunk after last night's heavy drinking session.

Three more days?

This mountain road is so winding, even Meituan delivery riders would have to go back crying.

Xu An sighed.

Stand up.

First, wash up in the yard and rinse your mouth to get rid of the toothpaste taste.

Since we can't get out.

Then I'll just have to stay home and hide.

He glanced at the phone on the windowsill.

The battery is fully charged.

Xu An hesitated for a moment.

I still went over there.

Although socially anxious.

But he's so bored right now.

and.

He also wanted to see what those people outside were doing.

Is there any sign of it spreading?

"Let's start a live stream."

"Anyway, we've already been seen."

"As long as I don't speak, they can't do anything to me."

Xu An comforted himself in this way.

Skillfully open the support.

I put the phone back in its usual spot—on that millstone.

then.

Click on [Start Live Stream].

The instant the signal is connected.

The live stream room was originally black.

More than 50,000 people poured in instantly.

This data.

Xu An was so frightened that his hand trembled.

Good guy.

Don't these people sleep?

Or did they specifically set up this spot to wait for someone?

The screen was instantly filled with comments.

【ID Early Bird】: It's live! The missing person has returned!

[ID Emoji Wholesaler]: Host! How did that mouthwash taste like?

[ID Protection Team]: I'm relieved to see you're still alive.

[ID Wants to Eat Pig Slaughter Feast]: Xu An, I heard your pigsty is empty? Do you want me to send you two pounds of cured pork?

Xu An looked at the teasing comments on the screen.

His face flushed red.

That social anxiety is kicking in again.

He didn't say anything.

He just sat quietly on the small stool.

He picked up another ear of corn from the basket next to him.

"Splash—"

"Splash—"

The familiar recipe.

Familiar taste.

There was no opening statement.

They started with the hardcore corn-peeling activity.

The viewers in the live stream weren't annoyed.

On the contrary, I felt that this was the right thing to do.

[ID Sleep Aid Master]: That's the sound! It's great!

[ID: Human Sober]: I love the way he ignores me; it's just like my aloof male god.

[ID Agriculture Channel]: The host's hand speed is impressive. He's improved again after just one night.

Time passed by, second by second.

The sun was rising higher.

The old locust tree in the yard casts dappled shadows on the ground.

Xu An's heart.

It gradually calmed down.

Peeling corn is a therapeutic activity.

No need to use your brain.

You don't have to worry about what others think.

As long as my hands are moving, I feel at ease.

Just as Xu An was about to finish peeling the basket and make breakfast.

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar of engines erupted.

It suddenly came from the village entrance.

It's not the sound of a sports car.

Instead, it was the deep, rumbling sound of heavy machinery that shook the ground.

Followed by.

It was a series of hurried and orderly footsteps.

"Tap tap tap tap!"

Xu An stopped what he was doing.

Grandpa stopped practicing his boxing.

Even the fans who were still taking photos and checking in outside the door quieted down.

"What happened?"

Xu An stood up.

The alarm bells rang in my mind again.

Could it be that those capitalists have come back to fight back?

Did they bring bulldozers this time?

Before he could figure it out...

"Knock knock knock!"

That heavy wooden door.

The doorbell rang.

It wasn't the kind of tentative tapping.

Instead, it was the kind of knocking that carried rhythm, confidence, and even a "business-like" aura.

"Excuse me!"

Is Comrade Xu An at home?

A strong male voice came from outside the door.

The voice was loud and clear.

It exudes a decisive and efficient spirit.

Xu An glanced at his grandfather.

Grandpa gestured with his chin toward the door.

"go."

"Open the door."

"Judging from the noise, they don't seem like bad people."

Xu An took a deep breath.

He was still clutching half a corncob as a weapon.

I walked cautiously to the door.

Pull the latch.

"Squeak—"

The door opened.

Xu An was prepared to be surrounded by onlookers and blinded by flashing lights again.

however.

When he saw the view outside the door.

He was stunned once again.

This time.

It was even more shocking than seeing the empty pigsty this morning.

All that could be seen was the stone-paved road that was originally crowded with tourists.

A passage has now been cleared.

Two rows of workers wearing reflective vests stood neatly along the roadside.

Everyone was carrying a surveying instrument, a ruler, and a thick roll of blueprints.

And right in the center of the entrance.

Standing there was a middle-aged man wearing a white hard hat and gray overalls.

Several large characters were printed on his chest:

Huixian Architectural Design Institute

The man saw Xu An.

Without further ado.

He pulled a blue folder directly from under his arm.

It opened with a "snap".

He saluted Xu An.

"Comrade Xu An!"

"I am Li Daguo, the director of the Huixian Design Institute and the chief engineer of the 'Xujiacun Mutual Aid Elderly Canteen' project!"

"By order of the county party committee and county government!"

"We also made a pledge!"

"The surveying team, construction team, and materials team are all assembled!"

Li Daguo pointed behind him.

The excavator parked not far away was even bigger than Da Biao's Raptor from yesterday.

On the bucket of the excavator.

A glaringly red banner was also hanging there:

[Work hard for 30 days! Ensure the elderly have hot meals!]

Li Daguo turned his head.

He stared intently at Xu An, who was still in a daze.

"Please give instructions!"

"The foundation of this cafeteria."

"Shall we start digging now?"

"Would you like to have breakfast first?"

The corncob in Xu An's hand.

With a "thud".

It fell to the ground.

He glanced at the stern-faced dean.

Then I glanced at the excavator behind me, billowing black smoke and ready to "demolish the house" at any moment.

The chat messages in the live stream.

At this moment.

He's completely gone mad.

[ID Huixian Speed]: Holy crap?! The idea was only proposed yesterday, and the excavator is already at the door this morning?!

[ID Infrastructure Maniac]: This is what you call China speed! This is what you call Huixian efficiency!

[ID Wants to Work as a Laborer]: Don't stop me! I want to go to Xujia Village to work as a laborer!

[ID Xu An's Chin]: The blogger's chin is about to dislocate again, who can help him?

Xu An swallowed.

He remembered what his grandfather had just said.

"Within three days, dragon meat can be delivered to your door."

This is not three days at all.

It hasn't even been three hours.

This is hardly a gift of dragon meat.

This is clearly a... special forces unit that has been sent over!