Chapter 1692: Chapter 1549: A Touch of Mysticism
Qiaoqiao wasn’t paying attention to what the live stream was arguing about.
At the end of May, the weather was quite warm for harvesting wheat, but not unbearably so. He wore a straw hat, his cheeks flushed from the heat, and his boots made a rhythmic clattering sound as they thudded against the ground, with the wheat grains being pushed aside in layers...
No matter how you looked at it, it made you feel as if ti was peacefully passing by.
Yang Zhengxi found it rather peculiar.
He thought, while everyone was discussing big data analytics and the myriad of highlights in short videos that attract people... sotis, it’s just the connection, the feeling that matters.
It truly is a mystical elent whether you can retain the audience.
Take Qiaoqiao’s current live stream, for instance. If it were anyone else, even spending real money wouldn’t boost it.
But him?
Although the fan count wasn’t growing rapidly, it had surpassed 1.3 million.
And then, counting how many were newly registered, and those things listed in the shop linked to the live stream...
The 8 million signing fee was already a bargain just for these registered viewers.
Qiaoqiao had no idea that his friends, about his age, were already pondering such deep issues. He just walked along, rembering to share sothing with his pals, so he excitedly turned around to wave at him:
"Wanna co and kick the wheat too?"
Yang Zhengxi shook his head: "I still have to chat with the live stream viewers."
He glanced at the comnts and found that after just a couple of sentences, the noisy crowd had quickly cald down.
After all, there wasn’t much to argue about.
The Baijiu Tasting eting was on May 29, but it was already May 20. Arranging ti off this late would be difficult for many working people.
So, even before the draw, more than half of the fans were already unable to participate.
The remaining group secretly rejoiced.
No matter if they were the Luck King, as long as the participants were few, wouldn’t their chance greatly increase?
They washed their hands and waited eagerly.
The lottery thod was still so simple and unadorned—
"Okay, I’ll say the code word, and everyone types it in the comnts."
"In the end, I’ll randomly take a screenshot with my eyes closed, and the first four are it!"
"The code is ’Qiaoqiao’s Baijiu’."
Wow!
As soon as he said this, the screen burst into laughter.
Not fearing complicated codes, just fearing repetitive ones. With so many "Qiao"s in the code, everyone had to pause for a mont to count.
In the process of counting, they were probably anxious enough to sweat.
Along with Yang Zhengxi’s final screenshot, the prize winners were finally announced.
...
anwhile, in the wheat field, Wu Lei’s cheeks were slightly tanned, but his expression was noticeably more composed. Clearly, for soone like him, interacting with animals was effortless.
"Tantan," Wu Lei said while tidying up the straw, "your grandpa said that recently the baskets have been selling well. He will give you a red envelope for the Dragon Boat Festival."
"By the way, when will your grandpa make straw mats again this year? His craftsmanship has really improved."
Song Tan couldn’t help but laugh: "Let’s have everyone over for the Dragon Boat Festival. The food at my place is delicious, and Seventh Uncle will join us too. The more, the rrier."
It truly is delicious.
Wu Lei was not bashful at all: "Sure, I’ll tell my mom when I get back."
"As for making mats—tell your grandpa that this year they seem to be making pillows instead, but the quantity is not small. They will definitely ask for his help, so he shouldn’t worry!"
Wu Lei also chuckled: "Alright!"
He added, "Your grandpa really wants to ask about this, but he’s too shy. And don’t expect much from the red envelope; he has no money, it’s all with grandma."
Song Tan was already used to this family dynamic. Aside from being handso in his younger days, grandpa couldn’t compete with grandma in managing the family.
Even Wu Lei felt a bit awkward:
"Do you still rember my friend Zhang Chen? He said he wanted to try so of our family’s fruit. If this year you can spare a box or two, can you sell it to ?"
What’s there to hesitate about?
Seeing that an ex-girlfriend’s ex-boyfriend can still get along well with him, this friendship is invaluable.
No matter what, Song Tan had to uphold this friendship.
He nodded: "Don’t worry! Whatever seasonal fruits we have in sumr, just co by and take them."
As they spoke, Wu Lei proficiently packed a sack of straw, pressing down until there was just a little space left at the top. He then skillfully picked up a piece of plastic twine and tied it.
The way he did it could make soone believe he was a farr with decades of experience.
This year, his family had raised ten cows in succession. Every day, he led the cows across the ravine and onto the grasslands, constantly searching for fresh plants for them to eat, shoveling cow dung along the way...
In terms of prestige, there was none to speak of.
But in terms of practicality, just looking at how his aunt couldn’t stop smiling, you’d know how good it was!
The kids were diligent, knew what needed to be done, and were seriously handling their tasks.
The cow dung they collected was fernted and buried in the vegetable garden, resulting in particularly good greens this year. She even set up a stall by the roadside a few tis!
The price and quality might not match those from Yunqiao Village, but was this harvest all for nothing?
If it weren’t for her rationality, his aunt would have said, "Why didn’t you co back sooner to herd cows?"
Song Tan mused: "Are your cows going to be sold this year?"
When they were brought back, there were two mature cows, and the remaining ones were calves. Their feeding wasn’t exactly the sa as on this riverside, and Chen Xi had prepared a feed plan that was more conducive to growth.
Which ans, under normal circumstances, they would be ready for market in about a year.
Wu Lei nodded: "Yes, but only five will be sold."
"The two mature cows will continue to be raised; I estimate they might reproduce next year."
"The remaining three will be raised for a bit longer. They graze slowly every day, and their growth is much slower than those raised by breeders. If I sell them all now, it won’t be very cost-effective for ."
"That’s great!" Song Tan praised without hesitation: "Brother Wu Lei, your plans are so clear now!"
Just looking at his confident deanor, you could tell that although he had troubled Chen Xi quite a bit in the past half year, at least this cousin had learned the techniques.
However, just as he voiced his complints, Wu Lei turned confident again: "Right! I also think I’ve learned a lot of knowledge now!"
That’s wonderful. Confident people are always happy.
Song Tan didn’t burst his bubble, and instead asked: "Do you need help finding channels for selling by the New Year? Both Old Zhao and Boss Chang could be good options."
Wu Lei shook his head: "Thanks, but no need."
"When Zhang Chen visited my ho and saw the cows, he thought they were great, and reckoned the beef would be delicious too."
"His family runs a supermarket, right? He already ntioned it to his family, and they’ll definitely help
set up a premium booth—called ’Natural Valley Grass-fed Free-roaming Beef’."
He seed a bit shy as he said this: "We haven’t discussed the price yet, but Zhang Chen promised that once he sees the quality, it won’t be undervalued."
"That’s fantastic." His planning was clear, and Song Tan was delighted too.
The calves Wu Lei had selected were all born to cows that had grazed for a while by the riverside, so they were sturdy and excellent.
Now, after such a slow-paced half-year of free-roaming, they’ll be on the supermarket shelves by the end of the year. Surely there will be repeat custors.
Ah, my Brother Wu Lei, he’s made it after all!
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