Go crazy! We just broke up and you gave birth to my third daughter.

Several tourists nodded seriously, "Absolutely. As long as everyone knows that you are brother Mingxuan and sister Weiwei's family, they will definitely pay attention to you. Your number of fans will really increase by then. This This is not a joke to fool you. In the Internet age, you will know just by looking at Sister Weiwei and Brother Mingxuan. In just a few days, the number of Kung Fu fans has increased by millions!"

Ji Zhizhuang stopped and looked at Ji Mingxuan and Du Yuwei in surprise, "Mingxuan, Weiwei, you two have millions of fans now? Is it true?"

Du Yuwei smiled and nodded: "Well, uncle, I had more than two million before, and Mingxuan had more than three million. I haven't paid much attention in the past two days, so I guess it has increased a lot."

"Sister Weiwei, you and Brother Mingxuan are really the most low-key Buddhist anchors we have ever seen on Douyin. Other anchors have become popular and want to post hundreds of videos a day to gain attention, but you two Just do what you should do, you rarely pronounce Douyin, and we fans can’t help but comment under your video whether you two have forgotten your Douyin password and can’t log in.”

After hearing what the fans said, Ji Mingxuan and Du Yuwei looked at each other, smiled, and explained: "We both have our own jobs, and we are usually very busy. Sometimes we really can't remember to pronounce the douyin."

"Brother Mingxuan, why is your Douyin nickname "There are four little princesses in your family?" We netizens are all guessing whether you and your sister have four daughters?"

Ji Mingxuan smiled: "You are almost right, but it is not four daughters, but three. I have three daughters, and the other little princess refers to Weiwei."

Du Yuwei blushed, feeling a little embarrassed to say such disgusting words in front of her elders.

However, the fans bought it very much and looked envious after hearing it.

"Wow, my brother and sister are like a couple of gods. This is so loving. Sister Weiwei, you are so happy. Brother Mingxuan really loves you like a daughter! Even his nickname is for you. Love for your baby! But how come your baby has never been posted? You two are so good-looking, and your baby must be very cute and beautiful. If you take videos of your baby and post them on Douyin, you will definitely attract more fans. of!"

Du Yuwei shook her head, "The baby is too small. Mingxuan and I want to protect them well and don't want too many people to see them for the time being."

"Well, we can understand what my sister said. The baby's childhood is only once, and it really shouldn't be disturbed."

The group of people chatted and soon arrived at the field. Several hawthorn trees were full of fruits. The tourists were stunned to see them.

"It turns out that the hawthorn tree looks like this. It's amazing that one tree can bear so many fruits! Can I take a photo or video of this hawthorn tree?"

A few tourists stood on the edge of the field, but they were very polite and did not step on the field. They took out their mobile phones and cameras and asked.

Ji Mingxuan nodded: "Okay, you can take the picture."

After hearing this, everyone was so happy that they hurriedly slapped the hawthorn tree full of fruits, and then posted it on WeChat Moments when it was time to do so, and pronounced Douyin when it was time to douyin.

Du Yuwei followed her uncle and uncle's example and picked hawthorns. Ji Mingxuan was not idle either, climbing up the tree to pick hawthorns from higher places.

These hawthorn trees are quite old and have grown quite tall. The hawthorns on many branches are too high and can only be picked by climbing a tree or setting up a small ladder in the ground.

Du Yuwei was a little frightened when she saw Ji Mingxuan climbing so high.

"Mingxuan, be careful, don't climb up anymore, and pay attention to safety."

The tourists looked nervous. Standing on such a high tree trunk, they could still free their hands to pick hawthorns. It was really amazing!

Ji Mingxuan smiled and comforted Du Yuwei: "It's okay Weiwei, I used to crawl all the time and I'm used to it."

Ji Zhizhuang couldn't help but tease: "Weiwei, you don't know. Mingxuan used to be a good tree climber in our village. Everyone said he was the reincarnation of a monkey. He was too lazy to climb a tree. I didn't expect that he would not be able to climb trees for so long." I’ve climbed up, and I’m still so good at climbing up now, okay, Mingxuan!”

"Uncle, as you said, the skill of climbing trees has been engraved in my bones, and I will never forget it!"

"Mingxuan is really good. Now he has made a fortune in the city. I didn't expect that our village will be the same as before when he comes back. There is no pretense at all. He can climb the hawthorn tree as fast as he wants. He is still the little monkey Ji from before!"

Ji Zhigang smiled after listening to his elder brother's words, "Brother, we are all born and raised in rural areas. We should never forget our roots. If Mingxuan comes back and shows off his arrogance, I will be the first one not to spare him. But fortunately, he is not like that. "Children, and Weiwei, although they grew up in the city, you can see that they are not squeamish at all when they come to our countryside!"

"Yes, you are right. Weiwei and Mingxuan are both good children."

Du Yuwei's face turned slightly red, "Oh, Dad, uncle and uncle, please stop praising me and Mingxuan. If you continue to praise us, we will be embarrassed."

Ji Mingxuan laughed from the tree: "It's okay, Weiwei, I'm thick-skinned, I'm embarrassed to let them continue to praise me."

His words made everyone laugh, including the tourists taking photos on the ground.

"Uncles, are you picking so many hawthorns to sell?"

asked a girl holding a camera to take pictures.

"Yes, we can't eat so many hawthorns at home, so we have to find a way to sell them. Let's pick some today and sell them in the village. In the past, there were vendors who came to buy them, but this year the hawthorns are not growing well, and no one is buying them. Alas."

Ji Zhizhuang sighed. His family has relatively few hawthorns. If they really can't sell them, they will rot on the trees. However, there are several large hawthorn farmers in the village, and their families rely on hawthorns to make money. This year, no one comes to buy them, so they can only pick them themselves and take them to other places to sell. As a result, they can't sell much in a day after running around, and they are all very worried.

"Isn't it growing well? I think it's better than the ones sold in the supermarkets in the city."

The girl asked puzzledly.

The hawthorns in front of her really looked very good to her. The hawthorns she saw in the supermarket were generally wilted, not as big as those on the trees, and not as bright in color as these. At first glance, they have been stored for many days and are not fresh at all.

"To be honest, the yield of hawthorns in the past two years is okay. You can see that every hawthorn tree is full of fruits, but the taste is not good. It is quite sour and the size is small. In the past, the hawthorns in our village were big, red and sweet. Everyone liked to eat them and they sold well."