In the age of rebirth, I became popular in the pastoral live broadcast

"Is this enough filming?" She used her consciousness to communicate with the system. "This is the most realistic scene of riding a train in the 60s. It can't even be acted out."

In her past life, she also watched a lot of nostalgic life videos. The backgrounds were basically from the 80s and [-]s, which brought back many people's memories. At that time, she didn't think they were all that interesting to watch. But now when she compares them, she suddenly feels that the traces of those performances are too heavy. , without it, the fake is just fake. No matter how many props there are, people can't pretend to be that kind of worrying sallow complexion, that kind of numb eyes, that kind of desire for food. Only by immersing yourself in the scene can you face the shock.

The system seemed to be shocked, and said with emotion, "It's real, it's too real. No matter how good the director or actor is, they can't capture this kind of scene. They can only be similar in appearance but not in spirit. Host, you should be popular soon." ”

"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and upload it to earn points." She was still waiting to buy food and toilet paper.

"Well, let's wait for the editing later..." The system was very excited and kept nagging, "There are so many people. Isn't it uncomfortable to be crowded together? What supports them to endure it? And they He's so thin. I didn't take photos of anyone with a little flesh on his face during the entire process. Some people's eyes seemed to be protruding. The look in their eyes when they saw others eating was like a wild beast about to pounce and bite. I'm all hungry..."

"Kneel down, Xiao Tiantian." Song Hongguo is not in the mood to listen to it. Who told her to live in such a life from now on? Outsiders can sigh with emotion, or make it fun, or spread some sympathy, but she But you have to struggle in it.

Thinking of this, the thought of shooting a video faded away. After all, no one wants to be watched and commented on for fun.

It wasn't until two hours later that the system reminded her that points were starting to be credited to her account, and her depressed mood increased.

"So fast?"

"It's not too fast. This is the first time for the host to upload the work, and the recommendation will take a little time. If it becomes popular in the future, you can earn points instantly after uploading." The system explained with a hint of vague urging, "Your account The points in it are constantly changing, and there is no one-day or one-month settlement. As long as someone clicks on the video, the points will increase immediately, so you can withdraw them for shopping now."

Song Hongguo stared at the number in the account on the interface that took a long time to change, and asked curiously, "How are these points calculated?"

"One point is awarded for one thousand clicks, repeated clicks do not count."

"So, with your recommendation, only more than 2 people watched it?" With 20 points, the traffic is really bleak. She looked at the price of food again. Well, one point is equivalent to one dollar in the previous life. , it’s enough to buy food.

"Well, more than 2 is quite a lot. Maybe it's not popular yet..." The system coaxed without confidence, "When you shoot some videos of cooking or renovating old houses in the future, people will watch it."

"Haha, cooking? Remodeling an old house? I think, then I also need pots and pans and a house. How many points can I buy?"

The system immediately stopped talking. He was still feeling distressed about the medicine he had given away for free.

Song Hongguo stopped paying attention to it, looked at her watch, and started packing her luggage. Zishi was finally here.

"Comrade Song, are you getting off the bus?" The bespectacled man on the opposite bunk pointed at the two large boxes she dragged out from the lower bunk and asked enthusiastically, "Do you need help?"

Song Hongguo shook her head and said "thank you" and pulled a small cart out from under the bunk. Yes, it was similar to the trolley in the previous life. It had four small wheels and was covered with thick wooden boards. It contained two boxes and was easy to push. Not much effort.

This was made by the adoptive father who worked in the provincial machinery factory. He spent a lot of effort just to make it easier for his daughter to go out. Song Hongguo sighed while cleaning it. With such emotional support, it seems that the original body agreed to his entrustment. It is not difficult to understand and accept it.

"This stroller is so convenient." The man with glasses praised, with an envious tone, "It's so easy to go out."

"Where did you buy this from?" The older woman's eyes were glued to the car and she couldn't help asking sourly, "Isn't it a lot of money?"

"My dad did it." Although she was an orphan in her previous life and had no chance to call her daddy, at this moment, Song Hongguo shouted without stuttering and was extremely natural.

"...Then your dad is quite clever with his hands." Her tone became more and more sour, "Let's go together later and pack a few bags for us along the way."

This matter-of-fact tone made Song Hongguo laugh angrily, "The car has a load capacity. Sorry, I can only put my two boxes. If there are more, I'm afraid they will fall apart."

"you……"

Seeing that her mother was sullen and about to get angry, the young woman hurriedly put on an indifferent look and smoothed things over with a smile, "It's okay. My mother just said casually, it doesn't matter whether I can help or not. She didn't expect you to be so... …hehe."

While chatting over tea, Song Hongguo looked at her with a half-smile and said, "You didn't expect me to be so honest, right? Helping is a matter of friendship, not helping is a duty, just like the apples and eggs I gave you before. , I was happy to give it away for free, but now I’m not happy to let you continue to take advantage, it won’t become my fault, right?”

The other party's face turned red at the rebuke, and the mother couldn't stand it anymore, so she immediately said, "Girls are so talkative, be careful not to get married."

"I'm so good-looking and have a formal job, so why would I worry about getting married?" Song Hongguo made an incredulous expression, "Then your daughter won't have to get married?"

"you……"

"As for being so talkative..." Song Hongguo opened the green canvas bag, "If I were really good, how could I still coax you two to the point where my bags were empty? Fortunately, I only took the train for two days, no matter how much I did, In a few days, the contents of my two boxes may not be saved.”

"you……"

The other party had never suffered such a big loss. He stood up and wanted to quarrel with her. At this time, the flight attendant came over and reminded her in a loud voice that it was time to stop, "Pack everything quickly. If you are ready to get off, go to the door. Don't If you leave something behind, hurry up and don’t push anyone!"

With this interruption, no one had time to do anything else.

The crowds were crowded again. Many people were not walking by themselves at all, but were being carried forward. All kinds of curses and curses were heard constantly, making it noisy and lively.

Fortunately, there were few people in the sleeper car, so Song Hongguo didn't suffer this fate. She checked her luggage one last time to make sure nothing was left behind. Then she put on her military coat, casually wrapped her scarf around her neck twice, and put on her glasses. The man said hello and pushed the cart to the door.

The door was wide open. When I got closer, the cold wind suddenly hit my face. The cold in the north is the kind of dry cold. The exposed skin feels like it is being cut with a knife. If you wear it thinly, it can penetrate into the bones. Song Hongguo couldn't help but feel glad that she had managed to travel quite well. After all, these days, she has sweaters, leather shoes, and thick military coats. Not everyone has these configurations.