Live streaming in rural areas becomes stronger

Chapter 37
Only drinking porridge is naturally lighter. Zhang Xiaoshan remembered that someone in the village was frying fried dough sticks, so he walked out of the yard while live broadcasting.

"Anchor, don't try to fool around and say, what does that beauty have to do with you?"

"That is, don't try to dismiss us with scenery."

"Anchor, if you try to keep it off, we'll cancel it."

Seeing someone threatening him with taking the pass, Zhang Xiaoshan showed a helpless look.

"Hey, I have convinced you people, well, for the sake of your curiosity, let me introduce you."

"Actually, this beautiful girl is my college classmate. Isn't it hot recently? I learned that I went back to the country, so I came back to escape the heat together."

Obviously, most people didn't believe Zhang Xiaoshan's words.

"Tch, anchor, are you lying?"

"That's right, classmate? Classmate will help you carry the washbasin?"

"I think the relationship between the anchor and that beauty is unusual."

Zhang Xiaoshan showed a helpless and shy look again.

"Hey, I let you guess right. This girl has been chasing me for a long time, and I have never agreed. Doesn't she come to my house? This girl is handsome, but there is nothing I can do about it, hahaha..."

Zhang Xiaoshan's words immediately set off a wave of crazy vomiting expressions in the live broadcast room.

"vomit……"

"Anchor, don't you have a conscience when you speak?"

"That's right, the anchor is too...too...too irritating."

"Woooooo... No wonder the anchor doesn't add me on Weibo, so he has such a beautiful girlfriend."

"I don't have any desire to watch the anchor at this time, anchor, you should let the drone go back, I want to watch Dabai."

"Anchor, do you know that there will be retribution for pretending to be aggressive."

In response to everyone's wailing, Zhang Xiaoshan responded with a tolerant smile, and then put the phone back in his pocket, because the fried dough sticks had arrived.

"Yo, Xiaoshan, are you up?"

The person who sells fried dough sticks is one of the people who went to the mountain to collect ginseng yesterday. His name is Zhang Sanyou.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoshan at this time was naturally very enthusiastic. If Zhang Xiaoshan hadn't rescued them, they would have stayed in the paddy field for a while longer.

"Third Uncle, bring me two catties of fried dough sticks."

"Okay... just wait a moment, Uncle Three will fry fresh ones for you. These fritters are delicious just out of the pan, haha..."

Watching the other party cover the deep-fried dough sticks and fry the noodles for himself, Zhang Xiaoshan felt a little embarrassed.

"Third Uncle, that's fine, it's not cool in this hot day."

"What are you talking about? Just because I pulled Uncle out of the paddy field yesterday, I can't let you eat cold food, don't you?"

"Third Uncle, what happened last night?"

Seeing Zhang Sanyou start frying fried dough sticks, Zhang Xiaoshan couldn't help asking.

Zhang San shook his hands, and the fried dough sticks were put out of the pot ahead of time. He looked up at the sunny sky, and seemed to feel that nothing was wrong, so he shortened what happened last night.

It turned out that after everyone went up the mountain, they began to form cliques. After all, everyone was afraid of the deep mountains and old forests at night.

Da Zhuang was not included in these people. Da Zhuang relied on his youth, courage, and the fastest running speed. Everyone had not found Da Zhuang since they entered the mountain.

While everyone was searching in the mountains, suddenly there was an exclamation in the distance.

Everyone recognized Da Zhuang's voice, so they wanted to go over and have a look. After all, they all belong to the same village, so it's not easy to die.

Everyone turned over half of the mountain, and saw Da Zhuang running back stumbling, and hurriedly asked Da Zhuang what happened.

"What happened to Da Zhuang?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was really engrossed in listening, seeing that Zhang Sanyou suddenly stopped talking, he urged him.

Zhang Sanyou frowned and lowered his voice.

"Da Zhuang said he saw a ghost. Although we laughed at him for being cowardly, we felt uncomfortable after being tossed about by him like this. But thinking of ginseng, everyone still plucked up their courage and planned to go to Sandaogou to see it. It's almost there."

Zhang Sanyou picked up another deep-fried dough stick and hung it on the iron hook. He took a deep breath and seemed to be adjusting his thoughts, or thinking of yesterday's scene, his face was a little ugly.

"However, as soon as we arrived at the bottom of the mountain ridge in Sandaogou, we heard some movement not far away, and we were also frightened by Da Zhuang. At that time, all the flashlights shone in the direction of the sound. This photo was frightening. I just sat down on the ground."

"The eyes are all eyes. In the bushes, you can't see the end at a glance. At that time, three people were scared and threw the flashlights away. We didn't care about any ginseng, so we turned our heads and ran."

"what exactly is it?"

Zhang Xiaoshan was also shocked when he heard that, could there really be ghosts in Shennongjia?
Seeing that Zhang Xiaoshan was also affected by his emotions, Zhang Sanyou suddenly smiled.

"Don't worry, it's not a ghost, it's a pack of wolves. As soon as we ran away, the pack of wolves was frightened and started howling, but with so many wolves, how can we dare to stay any longer? This thing is more powerful than ghosts. Good, but there are no bones and dregs left."

After speaking, Zhang Sanyou fished out the last fried dough stick, took out the bag and packed it.

"You also know what happened later. We ran back and fell into the paddy field, and we were rescued by you."

Seeing that Zhang Sanyou handed the bag directly to him without weighing it, Zhang Xiaoshan hurriedly reminded him.

"Uncle, I haven't weighed it yet."

"What do you call it? Just take it and eat it, and come back if you don't have enough."

As he spoke, Zhang Sanyou directly pressed his hand on Zhang Xiaoshan's hand that took out the money.

In this case, it is impossible to accept it even if it is given to the other party. Zhang Xiaoshan thanked again embarrassedly, carried the fried dough sticks and started to walk back. By the way, he took out his mobile phone and wanted to introduce to everyone the simplicity of the villagers.

But at this moment in the live broadcast room, it was like boiling water.

"Oh, I'm so anxious. Doesn't anyone know the anchor's phone number?"

"Anchor...you can look at your phone, you should look up quickly."

"Upstairs, talk like a mother-in-law, anchor, hurry up and see whose house is on fire, is it yours?"

"Yeah, did Dabai play with fire and set your house on fire?"

"Oh my god, the anchor is going to be homeless."

"Depending on the intensity of the fire, I'm afraid it's too late to go back now."

Zhang Xiaoshan was startled, and hurriedly looked in the direction of his home, his face turned pale with shock.

A puff of thick smoke was rising from the position of my home. The thick black smoke was definitely not normal cooking smoke. If the cooking smoke went up the chimney, it should be a wisp, not a large piece like the current one.

Thinking about that unreliable Bai Yuzhu, Zhang Xiaoshan didn't need to think about it, the smoke definitely came from his own house.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaoshan didn't bother to explain to the fans. Holding his mobile phone and fried dough sticks, he ran home for fear that if he returned late, he would really be homeless.

(End of this chapter)