"Perhaps there is, perhaps there isn't, but the yin energy in this house is very heavy."
"Teacher He, please take it first," Zhao Yan said.
He Jing replied, "Thank you, Xiao Zhao."
He took the talisman and examined it closely, then retrieved the previous stress-relief talisman.
He compared the two talismans.
Apart from being the same size, the patterns within the talismans were different.
He put them into his pocket and asked, "Xiao Zhao, what exactly do you do?"
The production team hadn't told them anything about the guest stars, making Zhao Yan quite mysterious to them.
"I run a shop selling talismans and occasionally do live streams. If anyone has difficulties, I help them solve them," Zhao Yan said.
As soon as Zhao Yan finished speaking, Liu Peng chimed in, "Then, Sister Zhao, do you use Douyin or Weibo?"
Zhao Yan replied, "I only stream on Douyin. I haven't used Weibo."
"I use Douyin too. Want to follow each other?"
Zhao Yan took out her phone. "Sure."
"Sister, I'll search for you. What's your Douyin username?"
"【Wo Cao Da Shi!】 with an exclamation mark at the end."
Liu Peng paused for a moment, then quickly typed "【Wo Cao Da Shi!】" and the exclamation mark into the search bar.
He clicked search and quickly found Zhao Yan's account.
"Okay, I've followed you, Sister Zhao."
Zhao Yan clicked on Liu Peng's profile. He had over seven million followers.
Mu Jun also leaned in, taking out his phone, wanting to follow her as well.
Similarly, Zhao Yan clicked on Mu Jun's profile. He had over five million followers and posted short videos of about two minutes.
The short videos were all of him playing the violin.
Zhao Yan clicked on one and listened. It sounded quite good.
"Hey, hey, don't listen to that one. I'll play specifically for you. Wait for me!" Mu Jun gently patted Zhao Yan's shoulder, quickly turned, and fetched his violin.
Zhao Yan sat down in the pavilion outside.
Mu Jun began to play the violin.
"It sounds very nice," Zhao Yan said, giving a thumbs-up.
"What do you like to listen to? I'll play it for you!" Mu Jun said with a smile, seeing that someone was appreciating his music.
Zhao Yan shook her head. She didn't use her phone much and didn't listen to much music.
"Then I'll play for you..."
Before he could finish, Zhang Lei came over with the dishes. "What are you still playing for? Hurry up and bring the dishes, it's time to eat."
Mu Jun whispered to Zhao Yan, "I'll play for you after dinner."
Saying that, he ran back into the house with his violin.
Zhao Yan got up, intending to help carry the dishes.
He Jing stopped her, telling her not to bother and to just sit and eat.
"Teacher He is right. You just sit. If you really want to help, there will be plenty to do later."
Liu Peng said with a smile, "By the way, Teacher Zhang, the land we were digging the day before yesterday isn't finished yet. Why don't we take Sister Zhao to dig it?"
He Jing slapped Liu Peng on the back. "You're thinking too wishfully. That land is rock hard, it's become so dry. A few days ago, I dug a small patch with my hoe, and my arm dislocated."
"If we want to grow cabbage on that land, we'll have to get a cow to plow it."
Zhao Yan said, "I can plow. Why don't you take me to see it later?"
Zhang Lei was stunned. "You can plow?"
Zhao Yan nodded. "I can plow. I've plowed before. Take me to see it after dinner."
"Wow," He Jing said, giving a thumbs-up.
Teacher Zhang was still a bit skeptical. "Can you really plow, or are you just saying you can?"
Zhao Yan said earnestly, "I can really plow, Teacher Zhang."
Zhang Lei nodded. "Then that's really amazing."
The dishes were brought to the table and arranged neatly.
"Xiao Zhao, sit next to Teacher Zhang," He Jing said, offering his seat.
Zhao Yan understood He Jing's intention. Zhang Lei's seat was the main seat, which usually got more camera time.
He Jing was giving her more screen time.
"Sit down quickly, the food will get cold," He Jing urged.
Zhao Yan said thank you and sat down next to Zhang Lei.
"Xiao Zhao, try this. This is minced meat with eggplant, made for you," Zhang Lei said.
Zhao Yan picked up a piece, put it in her mouth, and chewed gently. "Mmm, it's delicious!"
Zhang Lei smiled, then suddenly looked at Liu Peng beside him and said, "Look at Pengpeng, he's eaten such a big bowl."
Liu Peng smiled sheepishly and placed the large bowl on the table.
He Jing teased, "Pengpeng, didn't you say you were on a diet? If you keep eating like this, you'll get a double chin."
Liu Peng replied, "I have to go plow with Sister Zhao later. If I don't eat, I won't have the energy to work."
Zhang Lei took a sip of the minced meat soup. "Later, you be the cow, and let Xiao Zhao hitch the plow to you."
He Jing couldn't help but laugh. "And then Xiao Zhao will whip you with a whip, making a 'pa pa pa' sound."
As he said this, He Jing remembered something. "Ah! How can we plow without a cow?"
"We'll borrow a cow from the villagers later. Many people in this village raise cows."
...
After finishing her meal, Zhao Yan placed her bowl on the table.
She waited for them to finish before washing all the bowls.
"Xiao Zhao is so diligent. If all the guests were like Xiao Zhao, we'd really have no work to do," Zhang Lei said.
He Jing nodded in agreement.
"Sister Zhao, I've borrowed the plowing tools from the neighbor," Liu Peng's voice sounded from outside the door.
Zhao Yan put down her bowl and turned around. "Okay, I'll be right there."
She walked towards the outside. Liu Peng was at the bottom of the steps, carrying a plow.
He Jing became interested. "I'll go take a look too."
"Teacher He, wait for me. I'm coming too," Mu Jun said.
Teacher Zhang brewed a cup of tea. "Go ahead, I'll be here at home."
Saying that, he placed the tea on the table, lay back, and sighed, "This is the life."
He Jing looked around and asked doubtfully, "Pengpeng, where's the cow?"
"That brother said the cow is in the field, and we can just lead it over to plow later."
As he spoke, Liu Peng pointed to the left. "It's that cow."
Zhao Yan followed his finger and saw a yellow cow grazing.
"Let's go then," He Jing said.
He stepped down from the steps, wanting to help Liu Peng carry the plow.
"No need, Teacher He."
Mu Jun jogged towards the field. "I'll go get the cow."
He Jing stopped halfway. "Right, I'll go back and get some hoes. After plowing, we can also dig for bamboo shoots."
Zhao Yan followed behind Liu Peng. After walking about thirty meters, they put down the plow.
"It's just ahead, Sister Zhao," Liu Peng said, pointing forward.
Zhao Yan looked in the direction Liu Peng was pointing. When she saw the spot he indicated, she immediately understood why He Jing had yin sha on his forehead.
There was a raised patch of soil in front of them. Based on her years of experience, this was a grave mound.
And it was an old grave. People buried in old graves after death were usually poor.
They dug a hole and buried the person directly.
Old graves had no tombstones. Over time, the soil that was piled up gradually flattened.
The grave mound in front of them was at least seventy to eighty years old.