The daughter was ruthlessly driven out of the wealthy family and went to the countryside

Chapter 1105: Giving Us a Chance

Thinking of this, Shen Nana took out her phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a message to Liu Juan: "Mom, Happy Dragon Boat Festival."

After a while, Liu Juan saw the message and quickly nudged Shen Dong's arm: "Shen Dong, look."

Shen Dong quickly peeked over and was quite surprised when he saw the message: "Why would Nana send you a message?"

Liu Juan was also puzzled: "I don't know either. I felt my phone ringing, took it out to look, and immediately saw Nana's message."

Shen Dong looked at Liu Juan: "It's really unexpected that she would send you a message."

Liu Juan asked, somewhat at a loss, "How should I reply?"

Shen Dong thought for a moment and said, "Don't reply. See if she sends you another message. If she does, then you can consider replying."

Liu Juan didn't notice and nodded: "You're right. She hurt us so much, and she only replied with such a short message. It makes us seem like we have no temper."

Shen Dong pointed to Liu Juan's purse: "Put the phone back."

"Okay." Liu Juan obediently put her phone back in her pocket. "She probably won't message me again."

Shen Dong deduced, "That means she's not sincere, so you shouldn't reply to her message."

Meanwhile, Shen Nana was waiting for Liu Juan's reply, but fifteen minutes later, there was still no response on her phone: "Didn't Mom check her phone? Should we call her?"

She dialed the number, but regretted it a second later and quickly hung up.

Shen Nana looked at her phone screen: "Never mind, I'll wait and see if she replies. If she doesn't... then forget it."

With that thought in mind, she put her phone down and continued eating her instant noodles.

Live broadcast room——

Shen Wenxu picked up forty-one beans! Impressive! You can't judge a book by its cover; this little guy is amazing too.

[As expected of my favorite internet celebrity, he didn't disappoint me. He's definitely going to be number one this round.]

Has anyone noticed how long Shen Wenxu's fingers are? They're slender and long, more beautiful than most people's hands.

[Hey upstairs, that kid's still in elementary school, don't get any funny ideas.]

[Exactly, it can only be the younger brother, nothing else.]

Unexpectedly, Shen Wenxu's appearance caused the live stream to become a hit, with comments flying everywhere, donations pouring in, and praises plentiful.

Unsurprisingly, Shen Wenxu won first place in his group, received a gift, and happily stepped off the stage.

Shen Bo was the first to run over: "Wenxu, Brother Xu, congratulations!"

Shen Wenxu said smugly, "From now on, call me Brother Xu. Brother Xu will take you guys to new heights, hahaha..."

"Since it's Brother Xu, how can I let you carry these things yourself? Here, let me help you." Shen Bo reached out and took the gift box from Shen Wenxu's hand.

"So sensible," Shen Wenxu said deliberately, then walked forward like an older brother.

Shen Bo quickly followed, and Cao Qingyun and the other children also caught up. Shen Wenxu had completely become the leader of the children. No, he had always been the leader of the children, but it was particularly obvious now.

Under Xia Rui's guidance, the third group's bean-picking challenge began—

Grandpa Lin looked at Grandpa Wei on stage with envy and jealousy: "Old Wei actually went up on stage. With his old arms and legs, how many beans can he pick up?"

Madam Lin smiled and said, "Do you want to go too?"

Grandpa Lin shrugged and said helplessly, "I wanted to, but I was unlucky and didn't get it."

Madam Lin patted Grandpa Lin's leg: "Calm down, you'll be lucky next time. Didn't the host just say there's another game? Wait a moment."

Grandpa Lin sighed, "It probably won't be that easy. My luck is worse than a child's."

"Why are you arguing with a child?" Old Madam Lin turned to look at him. "It's just a little game, it's not that serious."

Grandpa Lin squeezed Grandma Lin's hand: "Haha, I was just kidding, I didn't really care about anything."

Madam Lin said generously, "I'll draw with you next time, and if I draw it, you can go."

Grandpa Lin happily replied, "Okay."

In the live stream, Grandpa Qin looked at his friend and chuckled, "You're an old man, yet you still go and join in the fun with young people. Are you refusing to accept your age?"

Old Madam Qin asked curiously, "Haven't they returned yet?"

“They’re not coming back. The four of them plan to stay there permanently.” Old Master Qin pointed to Old Master Wei on the screen. “Look at that guy, he’s in such good spirits, his hair has turned black, and he looks much younger. In this state, they won’t come back.”

Madam Qin asked, "Have you spoken with them?"

Grandpa Qin nodded with a smile: "That's right, we keep in touch often. They're calling me, so I should hurry over and invite Brother Zhuo over too, so we can all play mahjong together."

Madam Qin chuckled: "Are you going to invite Brother Zhuo and Sister-in-law Zhuo along too?"

Grandpa Qin replied matter-of-factly, "Yes, we've known each other since we were kids. Now that we're old, we'll live together. Since we're no longer involved in anything, it's a good time to pass the time together."

Madam Qin nodded: "That makes sense."

However, Mr. Wei was getting old after all. Although he tried his best, he still lost in the end and ranked last, which made those in the audience who knew him burst into laughter.

Old Master Wei stepped down with regret, shaking his head, somewhat dejected.

Madam Wei couldn't help but smile, but she didn't say anything, only handing him a handful of peanuts.

Grandpa Wei has loved peanuts since he was a child. Seeing the peanuts in his hand, he smiled warmly and asked, "Why are you carrying peanuts?"

Madam Wei didn't mince words and said frankly, "I kept it on me because I was afraid you would want to eat it."

Grandpa Wei held Grandma Wei's hand and said with emotion, "You're still as good to me as before."

Madam Wei leaned gently against Madam Wei's body: "Of course, we've come this far together, we only have each other left, of course I have to treat you well."

Grandpa Wei nodded: "A companion in old age, a companion in old age!"

The wonderful performances on stage continued.

on site--

"Watching them pick up beans, my fingers involuntarily tensed up, and I felt a little nervous."

"There are too few of these interesting interactions; it would be great if there were more."

"I have absolutely no luck, why wasn't I chosen?"

"Can't we be a little luckier next time and get a chance to go?"

"I really want to try my luck. I think I'm pretty good at picking up beans. If I were to go, I'd definitely get first place."

As everyone watched the stage, their fingers moved involuntarily, wishing they could take their place.

Zhai Anqi finally finished packing, closed her suitcase, sat on the sofa, and searched for "Maoling Shangri-La Tourist Area" on a short video platform. A lot of things popped up.

She browsed through the page and then entered the live stream: "I'd like to see what's so great about this place?"

She listened to what Grandpa Qin said, that the Maoling Paradise Tourist Area was particularly good and suitable for the elderly to recuperate, and she is now paying close attention to this matter.

But now the live stream was showing the Dragon Boat Festival Gala, and she was somewhat drawn in by the unique program games.

"This place seems pretty good."

"Many elderly people, as well as many young people, will go and take a look first. If it's suitable, and it's really as Grandpa Qin said, we'll send our grandparents over to try it out."

"It's being held so lively here, it must be pretty good."

"Let's take a look first. It seems alright. Let's go there early tomorrow and explore more."

"This show is alright, let's take a look..."

Zhai Anqi picked up the tablet, reopened the live stream, placed it on the table, and then grabbed some snacks, eating them while watching the show.

Not long after, her laughter could be heard from the living room.

Zhai Anqi quite liked the show: "It's quite creative. If my grandparents went there, they would probably have a great time."

She had a pretty good impression of the Maoling Paradise Scenic Area.

She watched the live stream for two hours straight.

Xia Rui returned to the stage after one of the performances: "Next, we'll play our second game—the pitch-pot game."

"Pitch-pot originated from archery rituals and was a throwing game played during banquets in ancient China. It was also a form of etiquette. As the name suggests, pitch-pot is a game in which players take turns standing a certain distance away from a pot and throwing arrows into the pot with their hands to score points."

"Pitch-pot originated from the archery ceremony of the Zhou Dynasty. In its early days, pitch-pot mainly existed as part of the ceremony."

"During the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods, the game of pitch-pot was extremely popular among the common people and in the imperial court. Its entertainment value gradually increased, while its ritualistic nature weakened."

"During the Qin and Han dynasties, a new pitch-pot technique called 'xiao' emerged, in which the arrows could be launched and thrown again without beans inside the pot."

"During the Wei, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, the entertainment value of pitch-pot greatly increased, and various pitch-pot methods emerged, which also increased the difficulty."

"In addition, while the game of pitch-pot was widely promoted, the pot itself was also improved by adding two handles on either side of the pot's opening."

During the Song and Yuan dynasties, Sima Guang formulated the "New Rules of Pitch-pot", which standardized the names of twenty pitching methods, such as "Youchu", "Lianzhong", and "Guaner". During the Ming and Qing dynasties, the number of pitching methods developed to more than 140.

Xia Rui gave a brief introduction to the origin of the Pitch-Pot game, which immediately piqued everyone's interest.

As she spoke, those who had been daydreaming refocused their attention on the stage and listened intently.

"Is it going to be like the previous registration process?"

"Could those who signed up before please not sign up anymore, and let those of us who have never been on stage before go on stage?"

"Yes, yes, those who went on stage before, please don't sign up again. Give us a chance."

"How can that be? You applied the first time too. If you weren't selected, that's a matter of luck, not my fault."

"No, no, I refuse. It's my right, and I still want to register."

"..."

The audience below the stage started arguing about the registration issue, which no one expected.