??Chapter 170: 170. Silver fungus and live broadcast_1
Chapter 170: 170. Silver fungus and live broadcast_1
Picking silver ear mushrooms, if not in a rush to sell, is actually quite amusing.
Embedded on the dark brown chestnut tree trunks are clusters of jade-white silver ears, translucent around the edges, each fold plump and delightful to behold.
They feel sowhat slippery and elastic to the touch, irresistibly so.
Qiaoqiao scuttles back and forth under the chestnut trees, each mature mushroom he finds on the neatly arranged trunks is like uncovering a treasure.
A thought struck Song Tan—
“Qiaoqiao, do you have class today?”
As she asked, she pulled out another phone and opened the live streaming app.
Qiaoqiao got excited straight away, “I do, I do!”
“But I haven’t mastered the knowledge about silver ears yet…”
If he hasn’t mastered it, how could he teach?
“No worries.” Song Tan was easygoing, “If you can’t explain it, just don’t. The main point is to show everyone that our Qiaoqiao can pick silver ears.”
“Alright!”
Qiaoqiao was thrilled.
Ever since there were no more children in the village, he hadn’t had the chance to play house with anyone for years. Now, playing with the kids inside the phone was just as fun.
He was eager to begin.
In fact, since they weren’t selling goods right now, Song Tan had forgotten about the live streaming in the past few days, which really shouldn’t have been the case.
After all, even if they weren’t selling now, they could still attract viewers. When the ti ca, they wouldn’t talk about vegetables, but the fruits surely needed a market.
The more custors they had, the stronger their bargaining power would be with future clients, right?
She adjusted the angle, watching as people slowly trickled into the pitch-black live stream room, and then she started the live stream:
“Qiaoqiao, we’ve started.”
Zhang Yanping saw this and scurried to the other side.
Song Tan had no intention of showing her face either. Seeing that Qiaoqiao was already standing tall and ready, and guessing that there probably wouldn’t be too many silver ears in this area, she decided to take a little basket and went looking for Wu Lan near Tea Mountain.
She walked away and then took out her own phone to open Qiaoqiao’s live stream room—
[Tian Yuan Diary]
The host’s idiosyncratic and unpredictable ways must have already been witnessed by the audience, prompting many to turn on notifications, so much so that just as Qiaoqiao started streaming, the number of viewers in the live stream room had already begun to climb over two thousand.
When the screen turned on, it showed Qiaoqiao’s fair and plump face.
It wasn’t actually that big, but he was too close to the cara.
He took a couple of steps back and then started talking to himself, “Kids, today we’re having a labor class, picking silver ears. Can you see the silver ears?”
He earnestly peeled off a mushroom and held it up to the screen.
“Look, isn’t it beautiful? Soft, slippery, crunchy.”
“It must be delicious when stewed too.”
Wow!
The live chat grew interested.
[Today’s live is about picking silver ears? That must an another good night’s sleep. Wait, let
grab a pillow.]
Others vowed solemnly,[Last ti I couldn’t get a link until the live ended, but this ti I’ll definitely grab it. With my experience of spending plenty in live streams, today’s shopping cart will surely be silver ears!]
[Host, doing farm work is nothing impressive. You’ve got the guts, put up a product link!]
Watching from the edge of Tea Mountain, Song Tan stifled a chuckle—
Going live?
What link should I go to?
Qiaoqiao didn’t know how to at all. Besides, the current yield wasn’t even enough for two pots of stew for the household, let alone a link to go live with.
Did nobody notice that the bunch of trella Qiaoqiao just harvested, though it was the biggest on the trunk, still didn’t exceed the size of his palm?
Indeed, so viewers did notice.
[This trella isn’t even dried yet, and it’s only this small? It’s way smaller than the ones I buy at the supermarket.]
[Nonsense! Log-grown trella is naturally much smaller.]
[Wow, it’s actually log-grown trella! The ones we buy in the supermarket these days are mostly grown from spawn bags, big and round, but they don’t taste as good as these.]
[Quick, put up the link!]
[The host’s eating manner is too ugly, these are obviously the first trellas to be harvested, and he’s already eager to sell them.]
Give it up, Qiaoqiao had barely uttered two serious words since he started the broadcast.
Instead, they were engaged in a heated discussion, with no lack of nasty comnts. Such is the nature of the internet age, where no one can expect complete tranquility.
But, no matter what they said, Qiaoqiao didn’t know many characters to begin with and certainly had no ti to read these comnts.
He was a typical single-minded thinker, only doing one thing at a ti.
The phone was live streaming, but since he was busy picking trella, he was seriously checking each and every one, mindful not to miss any that he might have overlooked.
No matter how noisy the barrage of comnts was, to him, it was just a punch hitting cotton.
So everyone went on discussing among themselves, only to find that the host in the cara, as he progressed with the trella picking, was getting farther and farther away.
And at this ti, there was neither a shopping cart popping up in the live room nor a detailed introduction from the host, going from history to sentint.
But…
Suddenly, it seed rather interesting. What was going on?
Song Tan also realized that there was indeed a reason why Qiaoqiao could beco popular.
Firstly, the pace of his live streaming (if there were such a thing) was neither hurried nor slow, always following his own thought process, never influenced by the barrage of comnts.
In other words, very stable.
Another point was… his content was straightforward enough and didn’t play on emotions, it belonged to the category of high-quality content that both rural dwellers and city folks couldn’t help but want to keep watching (if you count teaching how to harvest honey as content).
It really looked a lot like trimming hooves or gardening, quiet and stable, with substantial learning material if you were serious, and if you wanted to sleep, it was almost like being passively lulled to sleep by hypnotic suggestion.
As for other things, Song Tan, whose professional skills were now completely invalidated, couldn’t judge further, this was all she could figure out.
She was just about to put away her phone, happy and content, when the barrage exploded with a burst of fireworks—
[The host has been resting for a few days, I almost forgot, what breed is that big dog from last ti?]
[Right, I rember now too! Are you selling that big goose?]
[Is the dog for sale? Its head is several tis bigger than a human’s, so cool! I can drive to pick it up, price is negotiable, won’t let you down!]
Compared to the crackling fireworks and the different gift effects, the line of free comnts below seed rather ordinary—
[Host, are you selling the honey from your last live stream?]
[Exactly! The host ate it, the dog ate it, even the goose got so, why can’t I have so?]
It was only then that Song Tan rembered, at the end of the last broadcast, Qiaoqiao was sneakily cooking up sothing special for Big White and the King, splitting two honeycombs between the three greedy mouths…
Possibly even the pigs in the mountains had had a taste without her knowing it!
Otherwise, how could Qiaoqiao be increasing the portions for every al he fed the pigs these days? Must be a habit ford from cooking those special als.
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