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

He turned his head.

I glanced at my phone screen.

The number of online users has exceeded 25.

Number of followers: 189.6 million.

We're just one step away from two million.

In the comments section.

The screen is filled with comments like "I'm so hungry!"

Sudden.

A barrage of comments with gold trim floated by.

It's the official account of [Huixian Culture and Tourism].

[Huixian Culture and Tourism]: @Xu An, the experts from the county history office just watched the live stream and confirmed that the jar is indeed in the style of the War of Resistance Against Japan. This bite of dried radish you're eating is not just about tasting history, but also about the resilience of us Henan people!

Xu An scratched his head.

He gave a goofy smile to the camera.

"that……"

"I don't understand what the experts are saying."

"That's just my feeling."

"Those who do the work need to be well-fed."

"I'm full, I don't miss home."

This sentence.

Light and airy.

But it was like a stone that smashed into the hearts of countless working people.

I'm full.

I don't miss home.

Isn't this the simplest wish of all those who wander far from home?

Just then.

Li Daguo finished his third steamed bun.

He wiped his mouth.

Put your helmet back on properly.

That sharp, engineer-like gaze has returned.

"Brothers!"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm full!"

Dozens of men roared in unison.

The sound was so loud that even the crows in the trees flew away.

"Eat your fill, then get to work!"

"Comrade Xu An has brought out all his most treasured possessions."

"If we don't build this cafeteria well..."

"Is this radish worth it?"

"Does this do justice to this eighty-year-old jar?"

"Dry!"

Rumbling--

The excavator started up again.

This time.

The roar of the engine.

It seems there's something new called "morale".

Xu An looked at the steel behemoth that had raised its bucket again.

He looked down again at the empty stainless steel basin.

Even the broth inside.

The workers wiped them clean with steamed buns.

It's even shinier than after washing.

Xu An smiled.

He was laughing very comfortably.

"It seems so."

"This cafeteria."

"It's safe."

The sun was setting in the west.

The roar of the excavator subsided for a moment.

That's to cool the engine.

It was also to give those workers who worked like their lives depended on it a break.

The pot of stir-fried dried radish and pork had long been polished until the bottom of the pot was shiny from being wiped clean with steamed buns.

Not a single drop of oil was left.

Li Daguo let out a burp.

He leaned contentedly against the pile of soil that had just been unloaded.

He had a toothpick in his mouth.

He had a look on his face that said, "I've reached the pinnacle of my life."

Xu An poked his head out from the kitchen.

I looked at the empty basin.

Then he glanced at the group of men who hadn't had their fill of food yet.

I felt a little uneasy.

This is no construction team.

This is clearly a group of heroes from Liangshan.

This one meal wiped out half a month's worth of food reserves at home.

If there's no meat to eat at night.

Xu An was afraid that these people would get hungry in the middle of the night and stew his own donkey.

"Master."

Xu An sidled up to his grandfather, who was picking his teeth.

"We're out of food at home."

"What do we do tonight?"

"We can't let Dean Li and his colleagues starve, can we?"

Grandpa spat out the tea leaves from his mouth.

He flipped his eyelids.

"Go buy some food if you're out of food."

"Don't you have millions in your pocket?"

"To breed them, you mean?"

Grandpa took a bunch of keys off his belt.

That was the key to the Yadea electric tricycle that had been in service for eight years.

There was also a red ribbon hanging on it.

It is said to ward off evil spirits.

"Get on our 'semi-trailer'."

"Go to town."

"Buy more meat and more tofu."

"I remember buying meat from Old Liu's house at the west end; they always weighed it properly."

"Go to the south end and find Granny Wang who sells tofu."

"The tofu in her family is set using brine, so it can't be stewed."

Grandpa made all the arrangements perfectly clear.

Xu An took the key.

It just felt heavy.

This is not a car key.

This is the hope for the whole village's dinner.

"Then...then I'll go now."

Xu An turned up the collar of his military overcoat.

It was still cold that day.

The wind was blowing into my neck.

He walked to the corner of the yard.

Lift the plastic sheet covering it.

The blue electric tricycle was revealed.

Most of the paint on the car has been chipped off.

The rusty iron sheet was exposed.

The handlebars were wrapped with layers of black insulating tape.

The windshield has a crack.

My grandfather taped a "米" (rice) character to my face with transparent tape.

This car.

That was a battle-damaged version that had endured the passage of time.

Xu An climbed onto the car seat.

The foam inside the cushion has collapsed.

It's rock hard.

"that……"

Xu An glanced at the Huawei Extraordinary Master in his hand.

I glanced at the dilapidated handlebars again.

He fell into deep thought.

There's no phone stand here.

The live stream must continue.

You can't ride a bike with one hand and hold your phone with the other, can you?

That's risking your life to broadcast live.

Xu An's eyes darted around.

He pulled half a roll of transparent tape out of his pocket.

"Sizzle—"

A crisp sound.

That top-of-the-line mobile phone, worth over ten thousand yuan and endorsed by Andy Lau.

Xu An treated him like a bomb.

It was tightly tangled in the rearview mirror pole of the tricycle.

It was wrapped around five times.

Until the phone became completely unresponsive.

In the live stream room.

The netizens who were just discussing the taste of dried radish.

This scene instantly broke my composure.

[ID Digital Blogger]: ? ? ? Stop! Stop right now! That's basalt tempered glass! Why are you wrapping it with transparent tape?

[ID Extraordinary Master]: Huawei's public relations department is drafting a lawyer's letter overnight, accusing Huawei of insulting its top flagship phone.

[ID wants to go to Xujia Village]: Is this the legendary... hardcore image stabilization?

[ID Xu An's Tape]: This blogger's technique is clearly professional; they often tie pig's trotters with tape.

Xu An patted his phone.

I tested its durability.

"middle."

"Quite sturdy."

"It won't fall."

He turned the key.

The dial did not light up.

But it is not important.

Because this car makes noise everywhere except for the horn.

"You're gone."

Xu An shouted into the camera.

"Let's go to the town market."

"Let's go stock up!"

With a gentle twist of the accelerator with his right hand.

"Buzz—"

The motor emitted a mournful cry.

The tricycle suddenly lurched forward.

They almost threw Xu An off.

This is the starting point.

It has an extremely strong push-back feeling.

It's just as good as a Ferrari.

The car drove out of Xujia Village.

We had just set off.

The style of the live stream changed.

That dirt road that had just been roughly leveled by an excavator.

Although it's wider.

But I still feel uneasy.

The tricycle was set to "vibration mode".

The phone screen was shaking violently.

In addition, there was that cracked windshield.

The visuals have a psychedelic, dizzying quality.

"Clang! Clang!"

That's the sound of the truck bed colliding with the chassis.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—"

This is the sound of the north wind blowing into the microphone in winter.

No filter.

No beauty filters.

Only the most authentic bumps and jolts.

Xu An shrank his neck.

He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands.

Her face was a little red from the wind.

My nose started running uncontrollably.

He slurped.

"Family members."

"The road is a bit bumpy."

"But this car has good shock absorption."

"It mainly relies on your buttocks for shock absorption."