Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 154: Sacrificing One’s Body to the Gods

Chapter 154: Chapter 154: Sacrificing One’s Body to the Gods

"Pick up the bamboo pole first," Chu Xi gestured with her chin to Chu Wei.

Chu Wei looked puzzled, but obediently picked up the bamboo pole.

Chu Xi lifted the bamboo pole and placed it on top of the one Chu Wei was holding up, then began to explain leisurely:

"See, we have four people, right? We just place these two bamboo poles like this, make it look like a cross, and then tie the straw at the crossing point. We four each carry one end of the bamboo pole, that way it’s easier, isn’t it?"

Chu Wei, hearing this, was utterly confused. She simulated the steps in her mind and couldn’t help but show a doubtful expression. This complicated method, can it really work?

But thinking about how she wouldn’t have to carry the bamboo pole alone, Chu Wei was tempted. Four people carrying it together would certainly be less laborious than doing it alone, right?

"Alright, let’s team up," Chu Wei eventually agreed.

[I’m laughing at Chu Xi’s thought process, what’s she thinking? Making a cross — who’s she planning to sacrifice on it?]

[Listening to her words was somehow more enlightening than listening to her words.]

[This method is way too ineffective, yet Chu Wei actually agreed to it.]

On the other side, other participants were also trying their own methods.

Qin Kai and Qin Jiaxiang tried carrying the bamboo poles individually but couldn’t bear the strain on their shoulders.

So the father and son decided to give up fighting alone and instead tied the two bamboo poles with straw to form a simple stretcher, with one in front and one behind, to carry the straw out.

The idea was good, but they didn’t tie it tight enough. When they managed to climb up the field ridge and were about to cross out of the field, Qin Kai, walking in the front, slipped and staggered backward off the ridge.

The impact transmitted via the stretcher forced Qin Jiaxiang at the back to fall backward too. Both of them failed to hold the stretcher, and the loosely tied straw scattered everywhere.

[Picture talk challenge: What lesson can you learn from the actions of the father and son in the picture?]

[The lesson I learned is that you should take bigger steps when crossing a field ridge, or else it’s easy to stumble.]

[I’m dying of laughter. Seriously, take bigger steps? Clearly, modern youth no longer drink toxic chicken soup.]

[The poster probably meant to say sometimes the clumsier methods are actually more efficient. Don’t always try to take shortcuts, or else the stretcher will fall and the straw will scatter.]

[Come see, we actually have an honest man willing to drink toxic chicken soup over here.]

[No one look, go check out Sang Chuan and Song Shiye. Their method is even more outrageous. I think their mental state is not quite right anymore.]

"Sang Chuan, can you manage? You’ve been tying it for so long and it’s still not done?" Song Shiye slightly raised his arms, allowing Sang Chuan to tie straw around them.

Sang Chuan replied impatiently, "Stop rushing me, okay? This is tying straw, not rope. It’s not that simple to tie a knot."

Not just his hands, Song Shiye’s feet were already tied up with thick layers of straw, like two sandbags were attached.

His chest and back were also wrapped thickly with straw, with only his head and two arms left unwrapped.

After being tormented by Sang Chuan for a while, his arms were also wrapped in straw.

"Alright, very nice. I’m quite satisfied. Try it and see if you can still walk well," Sang Chuan said, taking a few steps back to appraise Song Shiye from head to toe with a nod and a smile.

Just as the words left his mouth, Song Shiye took a step forward, but his body was stiff, and he walked like a robot.

"I think it’s great, this straw armor is incredibly cool!" Despite the difficulty, Song Shiye still praised Sang Chuan’s craftsmanship.

[??? What a middle-schooler Song Shiye is, while others are finding ways to tie and transport straw, he’s here playing scarecrow?]

[Scarecrow: I never would’ve thought that one day I’d enter the cosplay world.]

[I just want to ask, who came up with this outrageous idea? Is there a draft in Sang Chuan and Song Shiye’s heads? They’re not thinking straight!]

"Your straw armor is done, but what about mine?" Sang Chuan spread his hands in resignation, regretting he couldn’t be a scarecrow like Song Shiye.

Sang Chuan propped his head on his hand, deeply thinking, then his eyes lit up with delight, "Got it, I’ll have Yiyi help me tie it! Then, we straw brothers will join forces!"

[Shen Yi: You two nutcases can go crazy all you want, just don’t drag me in — I’m embarrassed!]

[Shen Yi has feelings too; you can’t just enjoy yourselves and ignore Shen Yi’s dignity!]

Shen Yi was called over by Sang Chuan to help, and upon seeing Song Shiye, he felt his worldview was instantly shaken.

How could there be such a silly brother in the world?

"What are you guys doing?" Shen Yi asked in shock, his mouth and eyes twitching uncontrollably.

Song Shiye looked at Shen Yi, raising his arm as he seriously said, "To carry the straw, we are willing to sell our bodies, making a pact with the straw god, voluntarily offering our bodies to his people, leading them to break through the land’s constraints!"

Immediately, Sang Chuan stood beside Song Shiye, raising his arms and lifting his chin, shouting with high spirits, "Yiyi, what are you standing around for? Tie me up quickly! I want to sacrifice to the straw god too."

Shen Yi: "..."

[Poor Shen Yi, I think he’s about to be mentally polluted by these two teenage eccentrics.]

[Shen Yi: I just want to pass quietly through your world’s scene, could you please let me be?]

[The younger brothers are too wild, the older brother admits he can’t keep up anymore.]

[Sang Chuan probably waited for Sang Ning to leave the field before doing things this wildly — if Sang Ning were here, she’d quickly put him in his place about who the real god is.]

Meanwhile, Sang Ning, who had managed to carry straw out of the field, weaved through the village alleys.

From the field to the villager’s house designated by the production team for straw storage, it was a 30-minute journey; a round trip took an hour.

As Sang Ning carried straw up to the villager’s house, netizens couldn’t help but feel sorry for her.

[Oh my, I used to think Sang Ning only knows shortcuts and slacking in games, but seeing her carry dozens of kilograms of straw for half an hour on a mountain path makes me want to cry — what’s happening?]

[Why is Sang Ning acting so clumsily this time? It’s unlike her at all. Can’t she just exploit some loopholes in the game, come up with a smart way to complete the task?]

"Anyone home?" Sang Ning stood at the courtyard gate and knocked on the door.

She got a shaking, elderly voice in response, "The door’s not locked; come on in!"