Her Cultivation Diar Chapter 1482 - 1357: Mao Mao and Rongrong

Chapter 1482: Chapter 1357: Mao Mao and Rongrong

Song Tan and Qiaoqiao were wielding hoes in the bamboo forest, while Qiaoqiao was sowhat regretful about digging up the spring bamboo shoots: "Can’t we do a prize drawing with these?"

She shook her head: "These spring bamboo shoots are a bit late; they’re too old to eat now. If we send them out, so people might receive good ones, others bad ones, and that would be so disappointing for them, right?"

So it’s best for consistency to just dig up the ones in the soil.

At least the winter bamboo shoots that haven’t surfaced are round and hefty, giving one to each person wouldn’t be shabby.

Qiaoqiao nodded, then happily asked, "Sister, tonight I’ll make spicy bamboo shoot slices with minced at for you, do you like it?"

"Sure!"

Song Tan swung the hoe without changing her rhythm.

Qiaoqiao also swung down the hoe, pried upwards, and a plump bamboo shoot was dug out.

In the unnoticed live streaming room, the crowd’s shouting seed to burst through the screen—

[Ahhh, digging bamboo shoots!! I want to do it too!]

[Please put them up for sale ahhh!]

[Is it true that they’re going to be given out as prizes as the preview said?]

[The title says it: prize drawing for bamboo shoots! Just need to follow, no other requirents!]

[I object, at least check fan levels! So many people, the winning rate is lower, boohoo]

[From the preview, it’s definitely that dark-browed, heartless gang leader writing it—don’t announce such good things!]

[You folks fight, just fight, only fifty are drawn from so many people, never have I been so resigned as an Unlucky Person]

[A girl who has never won quietly breaks down at this mont]

[Ahhh Qiaoqiao! Qiao Bao! Send

the spring bamboo shoots you’ve dug up! I’m not picky!]

[He really cares about quality in prize drawings... I don’t care myself, please, give them to ]

[Are there any old fans who were there since last year’s bamboo shoot digging?]

[I rember Top Brother tipped several thousand during the Five Hundred Years bamboo shoot digging stream]

[Ever since Top Brother went to work, his presence in the streaming room has dwindled...]

[Co off it, seeing his updates in the group, he’s living it up, isn’t he]

The phone was set at the edge of the bamboo forest, while those digging kept venturing further, likely to forget about the audience soon. The live streaming platform staff sighed:

This rural strear is great at attracting followers, with astonishingly high fan loyalty, and their consur habits are superbly cultivated—the converted users are simply the best batch...

But!

This strear doesn’t know how to maximize the monetization of traffic at all!

They don’t have products themselves, why not consider assembling a team to collect quality goods nationwide? With better quality control, it’s better than watching vast fortunes slip away!

The strear doesn’t even respond to backstage ssages or collaborate with other strears... they’ve promoted the village’s streaming rooms though, streaming sales of vegetables daily for over half a month.

But each stream only lasts half an hour to an hour... ah!

Truly, an emperor isn’t worried, but the eunuchs are frantic.

At this mont, Qiaoqiao had already put down the hoe and grabbed a large sack beside her, tossing the dug-up winter bamboo shoots into it: "Sister, Aunt’s should be enough."

Song Tan glanced over: "Our uncle drove here, later go to the sand pile behind the inn and shovel two more bags of sand to take with her."

Qiaoqiao was a bit bewildered: "What does Aunt want sand for? Is she building a house too?"

Song Tan looked at the scattered winter bamboo shoots at her feet: "These shoots are delicious, drying them into bamboo shoot shreds is too wasteful, fresh is the best taste."

"Take the shoots back, place them upright with roots down in a pile of moist sand, they can stay fresh for another month. Aunt’s neighborhood isn’t convenient for collecting sand, Mom specifically asked to pack two bags for her."

The comnts were lively:

[Learned sothing, learned sothing! I’ll keep bamboo shoots fresh like this too. Oh right, I don’t have bamboo shoots...]

[Boohoo, this knowledge suddenly seems useless]

[Teacher Qiaoqiao, can you send

two more if I write an experint report?]

[It’s a pity this bamboo forest doesn’t have a giant panda]

[The geographic environnt isn’t suitable for giant pandas, is it? Darn, where exactly is this place!]

[Why is everyone so enthusiastic, are these shoots really that good?]

[Indeed, I’m curious: can’t better bamboo shoots be bought in the market?]

[Such familiar questions from such fresh newcors]

[That’s right, can’t be bought]

[Not recomnded for newcors, not good for saving money]

[Not recomnded for newcors, too draining on luck]

[Recomnded for newcors, easy to see your Unlucky Person essence]

[If newcors don’t appreciate it, can’t they stop being the denominator!]

[Would a giant panda like these bamboo shoots?]

[Whether a giant panda likes them, I don’t know, but I’m called the giant panda, and I like them]

The comnts were full of banter; a tall girl far away sighed, set her phone on the table, and prepared to keep waiting.

Thinking about it, she couldn’t help but send a private ssage: [Hello, can you also send

the broken spring bamboo shoots? I’ll cover the shipping.]

Because the bamboo is relatively dense, inevitably so growing spring bamboo shoots get broken during digging; she saw it happen and thought it was a pity.

However, the private ssage was clearly sent in vain, as aside from Zhang Yanping periodically checking for any issues, no other ssages were replied to. Moreover, these spring bamboo shoots wouldn’t be wasted; the tender ones get fed to pigs, cows, and sheep, who love them too.

The girl squatted quietly for a while, found no one replied as the two strears continued filling the sack with bamboo shoots, clearly too busy to check backstage.

She sighed again and then started gearing up, deciding to try her luck in the prize drawing soon.

The girl, nad Qiao Yu, worked at Mountain City Zoo, which had considerable national fa due to housing two giant pandas, Mao Mao and Rongrong, the zoo’s cherished treasures.

No, to be precise, they’re the cherished treasures of all Shan City, with millions of fans online.

Anyone visiting the zoo wouldn’t miss them.

But recently, the pregnant Giant Panda Rongrong suddenly showed signs of moodiness, losing appetite, making everyone anxious!

Mind you, a pregnant giant panda is truly a treasure among treasures! So any unusual grunts or skipped apples make everyone uptight.

Now, it’s bad! She eats very little every day, even reluctant to drink milk. Yet all tests show nothing wrong—it’s just inexplicable loss of appetite.

Probably due to pregnancy hormones; anyway, it’s unclear and frustrating—from caretakers to coordinators, who wouldn’t worry?

Thus, the zoo spent a lot, airlifting various bamboo shoots and species from her hotown, but Rongrong only nibbled on a few favored types, then lay down unmoved.

Among them, Qiao Yu, as the breeder, felt imnse pressure and tenderness for Rongrong, making her vacation heavy with concern.

Therefore, she could only aimlessly browse streams to ease her troubled mind.