After Rebirth, I Decided To Inherit the Family Property

The cartons on the long table are divided into red, yellow and blue. From the outside, it is impossible to tell what is inside.

Song Yunran secretly rejoiced, but fortunately, he succeeded in answering wittily. He could open the carton to see what was going on first, thus seizing the opportunity to get a good room, otherwise he might fall to a broken place to sleep tonight.

He boasted in his head and didn't stop his hands.

When I went up, I opened the first red box and found that it contained a large fan, much like the kind used by aunts for square dancing.

It looks very bad, it is doubtful that the fan can get the C position of the square dance of Tonggu Village.

"This won't work, I don't want to dance the square dance."

He threw the fan back into the paper box and turned his head to see Qin Ke standing beside him, looking at him calmly, as if he had no intention of helping.

Song Yunran took a deep breath, feeling that this bear kid didn't care.

So he frowned and asked, "Can't you help remove one?"

The program team somehow thought about it, and designed several carton boxes into special-shaped gift boxes with complex structures, and reminded them not to tear up the outer layer of wrapping paper, because they need to be restored to the next two groups of guests later.

Song Yunran has always been awkward, this time he restrained his irritation, and it took two minutes to open one intact.

As a result, Qin Ke was responsible for watching the whole process, which made him very dissatisfied.

"This box is so hard to open," Song Yunran was upset, "You don't even know how to break it!

Photographer following: "..."

Is something Mr. Song? If you have something to say, don’t complain about it, okay?

You are not like a president at all.

Qin Ke said helplessly: "Then you give me a box."

Song Yunran was taken aback, only to realize that he had put all three paper boxes in front of him.

He pursed his lower lip silently, thinking what to do, acting so positively, it seemed that he was very keen on unpacking the paper box.

Qin Ke finally got a blue paper box.

He didn't rush to do it like Song Yunran, but quietly observed the packaging pattern of the carton before unhurriedly unpacking the carton.

Song Yunran also opened it up over there: "I have a pen here, what is yours?"

"Fold the fishing rod." Qin Ke handed it to him.

Song Yunran was dumbfounded, these three items had nothing to do with each other, let alone which one would help them find the key faster.

But he did not forget that this is a slow travel variety show. Logically speaking, there must be no particularly complicated game links. The tips given by the program group should be more obvious.

However, the program group also stipulates that each group can only stay here for five minutes.

Seeing that there was not much time left, Song Yunran had an idea and handed over the choice to Qin Ke: "You come."

It was great, he thought, standing next to him was the protagonist of the original.

A golden finger who can easily achieve success by virtue of its inherent advantages!

Without hesitation, Qin Ke picked up the blue paper box before the time of writing the report and showed the camera to the camera!

The choreographer is noncommittal: "Then please go to the next location."

"Where to go?" Song Yunran asked.

The choreographer smiled without saying a word, with a look of "I know, I won't tell you".

Song Yunran left the small square with Qin Ke in a daze, and subconsciously glanced at the blue paper box in Qin Ke's hand, staring at the wrapping paper on it for a few moments, suddenly a flash of inspiration!

The answer turned out to be hidden here.

Song Yunran was extremely proud. He guessed that Qin Ke hadn't noticed the stolen door, and he couldn't help but secretly delighted in his heart. He cleared his throat pretendingly, and then slowly said, "I have understood the answer."

Qin Ke asked cooperatively: "Where did Zhi ヒ go?"

Listening to this dazed tone, Song Yunran shook his head and sighed, extremely disappointed by Qin Ke's ability to observe the barren land.

But after thinking about it, he was still in the mood to answer questions for his mentally retarded son, leaning forward, pointing to the carton and saying: "The patterns on this wrapping paper seem to be irregular at first glance. In fact, they should be connected to the map of Tonggu Village."

"Then what?" Qin Ke asked.

Song Yunran took out the folding fishing rod, carefully removed the wrapping paper completely, and looked at it several times in the sun: "On the front layer where the pattern is printed, there is a small icon for each location, fan, pen, and fishing rod. It’s all up there, which must point to the next place we are going."

Qin Ke was quiet for a few seconds before moving his gaze away from his eyelashes: "Where are the numbers in the wrapping paper?"

Song Yunran glared at him with hatred for iron and steel: "The number is not greater than 24, it must refer to time. You see, each icon can correspond to a number, maybe it is the reception time of these places. So combine From the perspective of distance and business hours, we should choose the one that is open now..."

The endless explanations suddenly got stuck at this moment.

Song Yunran's volume was inexplicably lowered a few degrees: "Fishing rod."

Qin Ke curled his lips: "Awesome, you have guessed it all."

Song Yunran was speechless. He remembered Qin Ke's attitude of choosing a fishing rod without hesitation just now, and immediately realized that this person had discovered it a long time ago!

All the reactions just now were just in line with his performance!

The insult was too strong, and Song Yunran's fist was hardened.

Had it not been for a camera next to him, he would really want to use a paper box to cover Qin Ke's head and drag people into the alley for a painful beating.

"Are you deliberately watching me joke?"

Song Yunran put away the wrapping paper, threw the fishing rod into Qin Ke's arms, gritted his teeth and asked.

Qin Ke endured a smile and said as he walked, "No."

"you have."

"Really not."

"I said you have it!"

"..."

"Look, you don't speak anymore, you have a guilty conscience."

Follow the photographer: "..."

It's hard to imagine a president who would launch such an attack from elementary school chickens. He is so afraid that if he continues to shoot, Song Yunran will say "rebound".

Fortunately, Qin Ke finally took into account the feelings of the audience in the future, and calmly changed the subject: "Speaking of which, when in the car, how can you calculate the correct answer so quickly?"

Good question, I want to know the photographer too.

He pointed the camera at Song Yunran in time, wanting to see what kind of rhetoric the master mental arithmetic would make.

However, unexpectedly, Song Yunran was silent.

He blinked, bowed his head and pretended to look at the map, and after a long time he finally suffocated: "Because I am strong."

Qin Ke: "?"

Song Yunran met his gaze, and suddenly became nervous for a moment, lest he reveal the fact that he had seen Tangdian's summary.

He tried to calm down: "You don't understand the world of the strong."

Qin Ke watched the sign of "fishing spot" finally appeared on the side of the road, and then Song Yun suddenly accelerated, like an avid fishing enthusiast, rushing into the log cabin next to the fish pond, and found that he really didn't understand.

What can I hide from this?

There was a fishy smell in the cabin.

The old man guarding the fish pond was a villager in Tonggu Village. He saw two young men coming in one after the other, so he said dryly: "My new fishing rod is gone."

Qin Ke understood, and put the folding fishing rod on the table: "Is it this?"

The old man’s face was full of performance marks, and he took the fishing rod happily: "Thank you, thank you, you are really kind people. The weather is fine today, do you want to stay for fishing?"

The two "goodhearted people" looked at each other, and Qin Ke asked again, "Do you have a key here?"

"The weather is very good today, do you want to stay and fish?" The old man seemed to have not heard him, and repeated ァ

Song Yunran understood. This old man is like an NPC in the game. After triggering the task, he must complete it before he can get the reward.

"Okay, can you lend us your fishing rod?" He answered the words graciously.

"Choose it yourself."

The old man pointed to the various fishing rods on the wall, "My fishing rods are very useful, at least I can catch ten catties of fish."

Song Yunran paused: "Ten Jin?"

He turned his head and looked at the photographer next to him, "Don't you really want us to fish so much?!"

The photographer remained silent, using practical actions to show that he was just a shooting machine with no emotions.

"Speak, what are you afraid of? Anyway, it will be cut later."

Song Yunran seriously confirmed, "Do you really want to catch ten catties? Who would want to see us sitting there fishing."

Photographer: "...We are a travel and leisure variety show."

The implication is that the audience originally came to see you for a tour of the mountains and rivers.

Not to mention fishing, even if you climb the mountain out of breath, that is in line with the purpose of the show.

Song Yunran succumbed. With his instinct, he chose the most brightly colored fishing rod and went to the fish pond with Qin Ke to sit down.

Don't you just go fishing?

Song Yunran thought, just hang up the bait and throw it into the water, and then wait for the fish to get the bait. An old man in his 60s or 70s can do it. He is so young that it’s hard for him to go to school together.

Thinking about this, Song Yunran did something that he regretted later.

He turned his face to Qin Ke and said, "Why don't we come to the game."

"Huh?" Qin Ke put on the bait slowly, "Are you sure?"

Song Yunran was stunned, and was aroused by just three words, and asked directly: "Aren't you gamble?"

Qin Ke smiled: "What are you betting on this time?"

"..."

Song Yunran's heart was stunned, and finally remembered the result of the last bet, that he was forced to call Qin Ke's brother.

Don't repeat the same mistakes, he thought for a while, and be cautious. If there are more troublesome links in the following program groups, whoever loses will play. "

The photographer really wants to complain.

That's it? Do you dare to play a big one!

He pinned his hopes on Qin Ke, hoping that the other party could deny this proposal and stir up the atmosphere.

It's a pity that Qin Ke nodded: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Song Yunran looked at Qin Ke's calm expression, vaguely feeling a little bit bad.

Oops, I accidentally forgot that Qin Ke is the protagonist in the book.

What if the author secretly adds fishing skills to him? !

"...Have you ever fished before?" he asked in hindsight

Qin Ke recalled: "I learned it for filming."

Although it was also a matter of the previous life.

Song Yunran secretly stunned his wrists when he had made a mistake.

He had only gone fishing with his parents before. The crew helped to set up the fishing rod, the crew helped to stare at the sea, and the crew reminded him that he could retract the rod. It was a fully automatic fishing experience.

Don't want to lose, he frowned, then consoled himself instead, don't panic.

Maybe Qin Ke was just bluffing?

…

Ten minutes later, Song Yunran rubbed his eyebrows: "There may be a problem with my fishing rod."

Qin Ke put the big fish that he had just caught in the bucket: "Shall I change it with you?"

"It doesn't have to be."

Song Yunran let out a cold snort, glanced at the bucket uncontrollably, with a current record of 3:0.

It's very shocking.

Song Yunran held his chin and looked at the calm water, as if he had already seen how wicked netizens would laugh at him in the barrage when it was broadcast in the future.

[Is this the world of the strong? Loved love. 】

[Choose the most beautiful rod and catch the fish that never hooks. 】

[Whoever reads it without saying a word, what a miserable fishing rod. 】

Song Yunran was puffed up by his imagination, and at this moment he finally saw the water at the end of the fishing rod move.

He hurriedly sat up straight and pulled back hard!

The bait sank instead.

"...?"

This was afraid of catching a big fish, Song Yunran didn't want to waste the opportunity, so he quickly asked for help: "Help me, this fish is too heavy."

Before he finished speaking, a hand with well-knotted joints quickly covered the back of his hand.

Qin Ke put down his fishing rod, a clear blue vein appeared in his wrist, and he took his hand to the recovery line.

When the two of them worked together, a **** fish jumped out of the sparkling lake, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

It can be seven or eight catties visually, it is indeed a big fish.

Even the photographer next to him was shocked.

Song Yunran finally felt ashamed. He threw the fish into the bucket and asked exasperatedly: "Have you seen my real strength? I just let you just now!"

"Well, I can see it."

Qin Ke turned his head, with a smile in his words, "Thank you, Mr. Song, for taking care of me."

The whisper close to the ear made Song Yunran's head a "buzz" in confusion.

He subconsciously covered his chest and looked down at the back of his hand that Qin Ke had touched, as if there was still a trace of warmth and touch remaining on it.

After a moment of silence, Song Yunran realized it, and he realized it again.

This is definitely a link that Shen Yiyi didn't have time to modify, and he used the name of fishing to show his affection.

Song Yunran blinked slowly, feeling that he had to ask Shen Yiyi when he went back, how he came up with such a meticulous plan.

It's really hard to defend against.

The author has something to say: Yu Tiantian: wuliyyy1005 Shen Yiyi: Is this the world of back-to-back, love, love