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He Qiaoyun had a simple lunch and was about to go check on the greenhouse when she suddenly felt sleepy, so she went back to her room for a nap.

After sleeping for more than forty minutes, I felt much more refreshed. Just as I was about to drive to the greenhouse, the village secretary came to my door.

"Secretary, is there something you need?" she asked.

The Party Secretary asked, "Are you going to the greenhouse?"

He Qiaoyun closed the van door. "No rush. If you have something to say, let's go inside and talk."

The Party Secretary waved his hand, "No need, just sit in the courtyard for a while."

“Okay.” He Qiao brought out two stools.

The secretary sat down, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said with a smile, "Qiaoyun, you're really popular on the internet now. Your account must have half a million followers, right?"

He Qiaoyun nodded, "It broke 500,000 yesterday, and it's probably over 500,000 now."

Her phone is still ringing nonstop; she's had it on silent for days, and answering calls is entirely a matter of chance.

The Party Secretary said, "We wanted to do live-streaming e-commerce before, but it didn't work. Now that you're popular, you can post any video and get a lot of views, likes, and comments."

He Qiaoyun could more or less understand what the secretary meant by his words; he wanted her to help other farmers sell their grapes.

The secretary wiped the sweat from his forehead again. "Right now, everyone's grapes are still unsold. Could you use your account to help post some videos and promote the products? We'll arrange for someone to guide you on the specific steps."

He Qiaoyun raised an eyebrow and said, "Secretary, that's fine, but I can't do it for nothing. Even close brothers keep clear accounts, don't you think?"

I called my daughter last night, and she said that she also gets commissions for making videos to sell products. With her number of followers, she could get tens of thousands of yuan for one video.

The secretary wiped his sweat again. "Of course, this won't be something you do for nothing. As long as you agree, that's fine. We still need to go back and discuss the specifics in a meeting. We'll contact you again once we've made the arrangements."

"it is good."

The Party Secretary stood up and said, "Then I'll head back. You should go and get busy in the greenhouse too."

"Ah."

After seeing the Party Secretary off, He Qiaoyun drove to the greenhouse.

Less than a week later, bunches of emerald-green grapes were already hanging on the vines, a truly delightful sight.

He Qiaoyun inspected the ten greenhouses, which were full of fruit and growing very well.

She took a picture and sent it to the supermarket manager: "I tasted fruit from several greenhouses, and they're all almost ripe."

The message was sent, and it took a long time for the other party to reply: "Okay, we'll send someone over tomorrow to discuss the fruit-picking details further."

He Qiaoyun sent over a "Happy Cooperation" emoji.

After finishing her work, she took out a tripod and filmed a few videos.

My daughter said she should post more videos so she wouldn't be forgotten by the internet. She even analyzed for her that her fan base is very diverse, including young college students and women of the same age. She suggested that her daughter occasionally post some insights into life or interesting stories.

She listened attentively, changed her online name to her real name, and even enrolled in a 100-yuan online crash course in video editing. Then she started making videos seriously.

I've filmed a lot of videos these past few days, including shopping, cooking, and even washing rotten eggs...

Now that she has some free time, she plans to go back and edit the video.

When I get home, before editing the video, I first open WeChat to check if I've missed any messages.

After confirming that no information had been missed, she was about to exit WeChat when a message from Sister Xia popped up.

Sister Xia: [Quickly check the village group chat; He Gui is demanding an explanation there.]

He Qiaoyun muted all the group messages. She was usually busy, and even when she had free time, she didn't like to watch them chat and brag. Gradually, she stopped checking them altogether.

Now, she opened the village group chat and saw a green message in the bottom right corner: "[1 person mentioned you]". She scrolled up and found He Gui's message demanding an explanation.

He Gui: [@He Qiaoyun, you've really gone too far! My grandson accidentally threw a rotten egg at your car. He's just a child, he doesn't understand, and you actually grabbed the rotten egg and smeared it on his face! He's just a child, what were you thinking! Everyone, please tell me the truth, this malicious woman needs to apologize to my grandson! Apologize to our whole family! And she needs to compensate us for emotional distress.]

He Qiaoyun couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the message. Scrolling down, she saw that everyone had different opinions about what he had said.

This is really too much. They're just kids. This will leave a huge shadow on them.

-Yeah, it was just accidentally thrown on the car, not on her, it really didn't have to be like this.

Yes, we have to apologize to them and pay compensation for emotional distress.

-To be honest, it takes two to tango. Which parent would let their child play with rotten eggs? These days, rotten eggs are much harder to buy than good eggs.

Both of them acted impulsively and should apologize to each other. They're from the same village, so why make things so ugly?

......

As He Qiaoyun scrolled through these messages, those on her side implicitly agreed that it was He Gui who had his grandson throw rotten eggs at her.

But it's best not to respond to this kind of thing, lest it lead to a never-ending and annoying flame war. So, after scrolling through the chat history, she left the group page.

She replied to Sister Xia: "It's okay, let him make a fuss. The more I pay attention to him, the more energetic he'll become. Just ignore him."

Xia Jie: [You're right.]

She logged out of WeChat and started editing videos. She had taken a class but was still not proficient enough, so she watched tutorials while editing.

I spent the whole afternoon editing, my eyes were getting tired from staring at my phone, and my voice was almost hoarse from doing the voiceover. Finally, amidst a dazzling array of background music, I chose a light and relaxing track, and that's when I finally finished editing a video that I was satisfied with.

After admiring it myself and confirming there were no mistakes, I racked my brains to come up with a caption: My car was hit by a naughty kid with rotten eggs, so I grabbed a rotten egg and smeared it on his face. Everyone said I went too far. Was I really going too far?

After the video was sent out, the sun had already set outside the window, and the room was dark. She put down her phone, stretched, turned on all the lights in the room, and then went into the kitchen.

She'd finished her lunch and was so hungry she wanted to eat everything, especially the cooking from Sister Li at the villa...

After rummaging through the refrigerator for ages, I finally made a simple stir-fry of potatoes and pork, and stir-fried green peppers and eggs, along with a leafy green vegetable.

She spent over half an hour preparing three simple dishes. She was so hungry that she couldn't wait to put the dishes on the table. She ate a few bites in the kitchen before taking them to the living room.

Eating alone in such a quiet environment only amplified her loneliness. As usual, she turned on the TV and played "The Temptation of Going Home."

She has watched this show several times, but she still finds it enjoyable no matter how many times she watches it. It's perfect for watching while eating.

After dinner, instead of cleaning up immediately, she picked up her phone and first opened WeChat to see if anyone had contacted her.

Feng Jiashu's message was the first one displayed; it was sent at 6:30.

Feng Jiashu: [Good evening, what's for dinner?]