Switched Life:I Went Viral on a Family Variety Show
Chapter 158: The Latest Binding Style

Chapter 158: Chapter 158: The Latest Binding Style

Sang Ning grabbed the director’s assistant by the collar and dragged him back, advising, "Little assistant, stop struggling. Don’t you see your boss is obediently carrying straw? As his assistant, you should help share his burden a bit."

No—internally, the little assistant howled in helpless despair. He didn’t want to help; he trusted his director—handling it solo would totally be fine!

The little assistant ended up falling victim as well, but Sang Ning still wasn’t done spreading her ’toxic influence’ to others.

She continued scanning the field with her sharp gaze, and any staff member with free hands who looked like they were slacking off did not escape her clutches.

The scene of "cat catching mouse" played out several more tragic rounds in the field, with terrified yelps and wails following one after another as victims were caught.

It wasn’t until all the straw in the field had been carried away that Sang Ning finally stopped. Sitting on the ridge between fields, she leisurely enjoyed the countryside breeze, sighing with satisfaction, "It’s true what they say—many hands make light work! Look at this, so much straw cleared in just one trip!"

[Sang Ning must be the chief commander, right? She’s got both the guests and staff perfectly arranged.]

[Director Sun: How about you take my directing job? I’ll join the program instead?]

[All staff: Another night where we’ll sit up in bed questioning life. Who came up with the genius idea to have the guests haul straw from over twenty fields? Couldn’t they assign less work? Now, look what happened—we all ended up suffering.]

After finishing the straw-carrying task, everyone helped tidy up the courtyard for the old man. Not until evening did the day’s livestream recording finally wrap up.

At dinner, the meal to host everyone was still a traditional long-table banquet. Numerous lengthy tables were connected together, enough to seat dozens of people at once.

The guests and crew all dined together. Sang Ning was seated not far from Director Sun, with only four or five people in between them.

She was eating slowly, barely halfway through her first bowl of rice, when she heard Director Sun beside her adding his fourth bowl of rice.

Leaning forward slightly and tilting her head, Sang Ning teased, "Director Sun, did a hungry ghost possess you today? Didn’t you say you have stomach issues and normally only eat one bowl of rice? How come now you’ve suddenly downed four?"

Director Sun, after shoving in a few more mouthfuls of rice, finally lifted his eyes with a resentful look toward Sang Ning and said, "Do you really have no clue why I ended up eating four bowls?"

Then, glancing at the white rice in his bowl, he tilted his head in amazement and continued, "But you know what? I have to admit, after laboring, your appetite does improve. Eating four bowls like this, I don’t even feel full yet."

Sang Ning raised her rice wine, sipped it lightly, and chuckled, "Director Sun, you should thank me for curing your stomach problems. How about joining us for some labor work starting tomorrow?"

Director Sun’s sharp gaze shot over. He glared hard at Sang Ning with his head lowered, gritted his teeth, and said, "Do you think I’m the team’s donkey?"

Sang Ning lifted her cup, made a toasting gesture toward Director Sun from afar, and said with a mischievous smile, "You’re way better than a team donkey—so much easier to command."

Director Sun: "..."

Another day of Director Sun losing to Sang Ning.

**

The next morning.

Thanks to Sang Ning’s helpful "intervention" of conscripting the crew during yesterday’s straw-hauling, the guests woke up with less back and waist soreness than they would have otherwise.

If all the straw in the field had been carried solely by the guests yesterday, it would’ve taken at least two trips per person. Even one trip was nearly beyond their physical capacity, let alone four full trips.

Usually, Li Sulan, in the interest of flaunting her "lady of leisure" persona, would intentionally leave one-third of her food unfinished during meals.

But after yesterday’s forced labor, something miraculous happened—she actually finished all the porridge in her bowl.

[Unbelievable, even Mrs. Chu now knows the value of food. Looks like labor education is indeed necessary.]

[Just for the sake of seeing her finish every spoonful of porridge, my impression of her seems to have improved—just slightly. I’ll give her that.]

However, the internet had barely begun praising Li Sulan when, not even a second later, she threw a sour bamboo shoot to the floor in anger, yelling at the cameraman, "What’s with breakfast today? Why would you serve something this awful?"

[??? Has Li Sulan lost it? One second she’s being praised, and the next she’s acting up!]

[It seems like she’s learned to save food, but not entirely. If it’s something she dislikes, she has no problem wasting it.]

[What a shame for the kind villagers. I heard them earlier saying they had just freshly prepared the sour bamboo shoots and hadn’t even had some themselves before serving it to her. And now it’s being insulted.]

[No matter how unpalatable, you can’t just throw it around, right? Li Sulan really is the same frustrating Li Sulan!]

After breakfast, Director Sun gave the guests an hour of rest time.

One hour later, everyone gathered at the designated location, where Director Sun began assigning tasks.

In twenty days, it would be Zhantian Festival in Jiangkou Village.

Zhantian Festival is Jiangkou Village’s most significant ceremonial event, held once every five years. In preparation for the festival, even villagers working far away would take leave to return and participate.

Because the event only happens every five years, the villagers take it very seriously, usually starting preparations about twenty days in advance.

For the guests, their task over the next twenty days would be to fully integrate into the villagers’ lives and assist them in prepping for the festival.

Today’s tasks were split into two categories, with work divided by gender.

The male guests would join the villagers in going up the mountain to chop bamboo and wood needed for constructing this year’s ceremonial venue.

Meanwhile, the female guests would follow the older embroidery artisans to learn the craft and sew clothing for themselves and the male guests to wear at the festival twenty days later.

Under the Clan Leader’s guidance, the male guests entered the forested mountain. Like the other villagers headed into the mountains, they had coarse rope slung diagonally across their bodies and carried axes and saws in hand.

To create a more immersive experience, Director Sun had prepared traditional Jiangkou Village ethnic costumes for everyone.

When the male guests appeared onscreen dressed in black mandarin jackets and short black pants, the internet immediately lit up with excitement.

[Oh my god, I’m done for—Shen Yi’s physique is unreal. Those pecs are rock-solid! The way he wears that jacket with the rope slung over his shoulders—he totally looks like a rugged mountain man, completely unlike his usual elegant scholar vibe.]

[Not just Shen Yi—look at Song Shiye and Sang Chuan! Their physiques are amazing too! Lean but not scraggly—today’s male stars are truly top-notch quality.]

[I’m losing it—this outfit combo is way too seductive. Can we please lose the rope accessories first? The styling screams bondage vibes—it’s hitting too hard!]

[Not all bondage styles are created equal. Look at Director Qin’s oily beer belly spilling out under that rope—it killed the mood instantly.]

[Director Qin: Excuse you, where’s your tact? Good thing I rely on my talent, not my looks, for a living.]

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