I live in the wilderness of interstellar live broadcast

How did the fish and the bird far away light-years turn against each other because of "who is the anchor's first cute creature", and almost reproduced the sea and air battles in the early days? He didn't care about this at all, and he didn't realize that some viewers threw gifts at him until the system couldn't see it and swiped a message.

Qi Guang canceled the Do Not Disturb mode on the live broadcast interface, and saw a long list of gift reminders in the message bar.He has never done a live broadcast before, but he still understands the general routine.

"Thank you [Heath Weiss] for the starship, and thank you [Phillo] for the starship." Qi Guang read aloud emotionlessly to the gift list. Satisfied, he shook his feathered wings and flicked his scaled tail, and smashed ten or eight starships for Qi Guang.

Phil is an ancestral rich fish who owns a sea of ​​private fish, and Heath, who is older than him, is a rich bird who owns several private sky cities. The two of them with small coffers are very happy to give gifts to their favorite anchors. In minutes, Qi Guang smashed out a starship formation.

——The gift of fifty starships is a starship queue. The anchor who gets the starship queue can not only share this wave of revenue with the platform fifty-fifty, but also temporarily have a name on the small broadcast on the whole platform.

Even though Qi Guang's live broadcast room only flashed on the small radio for less than a second, he immediately saw that the number of viewers in the upper right corner jumped from a few to dozens, but for some reason, the barrage and comments were still quiet. It was as if he was competing with him whose concentration was better.

Audience: Ahhhhhhhh I am the anchor! ! ! !

Looks good, think...

Of course, Qi Guang didn't think that it was his appearance that caused the silence, so he could only face the camera and no one said a word. Seeing that the number of viewers increased but the live broadcast room was dead silent, he also gave up wasting time in directions that he was not good at at all.

It is rare that the system is quite generous and gave him the novice benefit of being proficient in the language. It translated the comment bullet screens of the interstellar audience into a language that Qi Guang could understand in real time, including various catchphrases and jokes, and replaced them with confidence and elegance. sentences with similar meanings.

At this time the sun has fully come out, today is still a beautiful sunny day.Qi Guang looked at his white and clean self for the last time to the camera, and honestly took river mud from the river to paste on his face and body.

The river mud is delicate to the touch, without too many rough impurities such as gravel. It feels a bit like a mud-like cleansing mask, covering the skin softly and slightly sticky.

At this time, there were one or two "!!!" barrages floating over, and Qi Guang wiped the river mud on his body, not at all connected to the signal that the audience on the interstellar side was "disfigured" and heartbroken.

On the contrary, Qi Guang was very satisfied with the feeling of using the "sunscreen", and within a minute he recovered his muddy and dusty appearance.

The live broadcast where no one is talking is put on hold first, and it is important to hurry up and work.

Qi Guang lit the fire with his three-piece fire suit.There is no need to pick up firewood specially. The nearby forest is full of flammable branches and dead leaves. However, Qi Guang was extra careful when adding firewood to the fire. He specially used stones to surround the fire to prevent sparks from splashing outside.

The so-called fire on the mountain, the police station under the mountain.

In Qi Guang's situation, if you don't pay attention, it's not a police station, but a real crematorium.

Qi Guang only maintained the minimum flame in the fire. While roasting the shrimps and crabs caught yesterday by the fire, he took out the roughly polished stone chisel, stone knife and stone axe, and found a large flat and wide stone around him as a sharpener. The stone was wetted with water and sharpened the blade of the knife and axe.

The rocks in the cave are hard and rough, which is suitable for rough grinding the shape of the cutting edge. The stones by the river have a fine texture, and the water can be poured on it to evenly rub the force, and a sharper cutting edge can be polished.

Qi Guang rubbed the edge of the stone ax that had been polished again. Compared with the various tools in the civilized era, the edge could only be said to be rough and blunt, but it was already a good finish that could meet his daily needs.

The shrimp and crab for breakfast are hastily eaten during the break between grinding stone tools.After experiencing the dark grilled fish last night, even the shrimp and crab without any seasoning looked extremely delicious. Qi Guang treasured the shrimp head and shrimp shell, washed and put away the inedible crab shell, and the inedible crab The lungs are used as bait.

The harvest of the two fishing traps set down yesterday was not bad, and there were also two fish and a few shrimps in total.

As usual, Qi Guang stuffed the fish and shrimp into the fish basket and put them in the water to keep them fresh. He found a suitable thick branch from nearby and dragged them back.

He's going to use this for the handle of his stone axe.

Qi Guang considered making a relatively simple stone hand ax first as a transition, but the good luck of eating and drinking and successfully lighting a fire gave him the confidence to skip this basic version and directly make an advanced version with a wooden ax handle.

A groove of suitable size is chiseled on the wood used to make the handle of the axe. Qi Guang puts the charcoal with sparks in the fire pile into the groove, and uses the heat of the charcoal to burn a hole on the handle that penetrates back and forth to place the stone ax blade. .

The rough wooden handle is quickly pulled over the outer skin with fire to burn off the thorny burrs, and then the stone ax blade is inserted into the hole to lock it tightly. It feels just right, and it is a good ax for work.

Qi Guang wrapped the rope made from vines a few more times to strengthen the fixation, held it in his hand and tried to wave it.

It took more than half of the morning to finish the ax, and finally it was able to kill the thin and easy-to-cut young saplings in the forest.

Although the branch resources on the ground are extremely rich, most of them are thin branches. Qi Guang's future development needs determine that he needs more and better quality wood.

Wood, not branches.

Qi Guang picked a small tree by the river as the target for his first ax test. He raised the stone ax and swung it down following the inertia. The ax blade smoothly cut deep marks on the tree. After 10 minutes, he succeeded. Earth knocked down the tree with a deep groove made by the chop.

It's just that the palms are numb, the arms are sore and weak, and they almost dodge their waists.

It seems that the stone ax has been successfully made, but the skill of using it needs more practice.

Qi Guang shook his arm and crossed out another item in the notepad about tool requirements.

Because the main use of wood is near the shelter, and the trees by the river have to be brought back with great difficulty, so Qi Guang didn't waste his energy on other small trees by the river.

He also made the best use of the trees that had been cut down, and rolled them to the fire a few steps away to make ready-made firewood.

Qi Guang also sat down to breathe a sigh of relief. At this time, the river mud on his body was dry and cracked, and he was about to lose the effect of moisturizing and sun protection. He needed to add some water and add some new river mud.

The river mud is delicate, soft and slightly sticky, and can be easily formed into a large ball without breaking up. It has a more clay-like texture than mud.

Speaking of which, the definition of clay itself is the soil with low sand content and cohesiveness. It is not easy for water to pass through and has good plasticity.

Qi Guang couldn't help but have a bold idea——

Clay can be used to make pottery.

Maybe the river mud is not as strong and durable as the pottery fired from proper clay, but even if it is a low-quality vessel that cannot be called pottery, as long as it can hold water and withstand fire, it is also an invaluable treasure for Qi Guang who started everything from scratch.

It doesn't take much physical strength to dig out the river mud and squeeze the soil. Qi Guang made his first attempt during the rest time after cutting down the trees.

Pick out the branches and leaves from the river mud ball, knead them repeatedly and knead them into the shape of a small bowl, and put them aside to dry.

Undried pottery embryos are easy to crack when fired directly. He has already cut corners on raw materials, so it is better not to be short of weight or two in the production process.

When Qi Guang was squeezing the mud, finally a barrage of "?" and "!" floated across the screen.

At this time, the number of viewers has broken through three digits, and there are a full 107 people watching the scene of Qi Guanglian's face online.

[May I ask what the anchor is doing? 】

The speaker was Xiaomengxin who had just entered the live broadcast room, and asked questions weakly without knowing the situation.

But this question...

The audience fell into a deeper silence in a sympathetic way.

In fact, they don't know what the anchor is doing. In the end, they only have the impression of the anchor's face - the wet half-length black hair is pushed back, which highlights the delicate outline of the eyebrows and eyes, and the steamy eyelashes line the shallow end of the eyes. Faintly blooming red, black and white are distinct in the eyes, and there is a light of cold color.

Even if their faces are covered with river mud now, they can automatically complete and correct their entire faces when they look at those eyes, and they can see the present without knowing it.

They even bought a lot of gifts sporadically.

Qi Guang also saw the barrage.

He thought for a while, pointed the camera at the small mud bowl he had made, and adjusted the angle to avoid discordant parts of the body from being captured.

"That's it." After speaking, Qi Guang paused to organize his words, and the camera angle slowly looked up from the small cup and looked around, "As the name of the live broadcast said, I am now in a state of distress."

He tried to explain the situation he was in to the audience as clearly and understandably as possible-the live broadcast was the only channel through which he could contact the outside world, and the only channel through which he might be rescued.

It is like the shadow of a ship sailing at sea, giving those who live on a deserted island a meager hope of being rescued.

The barrage increased because the anchor spoke, but unfortunately, it was more of a joke.

After all, if Qi Guang said this kind of thing and the audience immediately believed it, that would be hell.

[The 2333333 anchor in Goddamn Earth Distress is indeed human. 】

[Every time the human species engages in a plan to retrieve the earth, I have to be brainwashed by the word earth==. 】

[Stop mentioning, the residents of Weiyang Star expressed their desire to move. I, a beast species, don't fit in among the collectively homesick human species. 】

[But to be honest, the earth has been lost for almost 2000 years, and it is not easy for the human species to not give up until now. 】

[After all, it's the home planet... Although the civilization has basically stopped [cover face]. 】

[The mother planet is lost, the civilization is cut off, and even when it was first discovered, there were only a few hundred people left. This situation can be reversed against the wind. The true human race, the Son of Destiny, does not explain. 】

[The same human species, seeing the anchor trying to pretend that he is Yazi on Earth, couldn't help hugging himself sadly. 】

【Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooty 】

[Even if the earth is killed, it is worth dying on the mother planet. 】

……

Qi Guang silently observed the barrage, drawing the information he needed from it.

The interstellar era is indeed an era when humans conquered the stars and the sea, but it was also an era when humans lost their home planets and almost all civilization inheritance died out.

Qi Guang didn't know how the human beings in the last days embarked on the journey of the universe, just like after a long time, the beautiful home planet Earth in the legend of the human species is as far away as an unattainable dream.

The earliest record of the human species in the interstellar civilization comes from a spaceship, a dilapidated airship that almost disintegrated in space.

The last few hundred human races landed in disintegrated airships, seeking asylum from the interstellar government at the time.Their home planet has encountered an unspeakable and terrible disaster, and they are the last survivors of that beautiful planet.

The detailed records of this period of history are unknown. The human race finally joined the Interstellar Alliance as a third-class refugee, but seized the opportunity to rise rapidly in the following one, two, and three interstellar wars, and became the population that now accounts for more than one-third of the interstellar population. of giants.

As a price, the human species lost the star map that recorded the location of the mother star, and has not found the way home so far.They can only pass on from generation to generation the last reverberation of the civilization of the parent star, and the desire to go home engraved in their bones and blood.

Therefore, every few decades to one to two hundred years, as long as it is not a war or a difficult time, the human species will restart the "Earth Recovery Plan". Countless spaceships set sail with the hope that they know it is bleak, looking for traces of the earth in the vast sea of ​​stars.

It should be a blue, vibrant, beautiful and miraculous planet.

……

Well, it is indeed beautiful.

Qi Guang blinked, and calmly explained the follow-up in his heart - it seems that there is no accident, he really has no hope of being rescued.

Then, no matter how brilliant the future of Interstellar is, it is only related to his points. It is only reasonable to save more resources and work hard to live a few more days.

Qi Guang waited for the small mud bowl to dry and cut some weeds, and weaved a small grass skirt for himself.

Thanks to starvation and starvation in the last days, the fat on his stomach was wiped out, and there is still a little bit of vine rope left to use as a belt.

In summer, there are no soft and fresh weeds in spring, and the little grass skirt we made is slightly prickly, but with limited conditions and a little patience, now he can be in the mirror at least.

Putting on a small grass skirt, Qi Guang collected vines and started weaving fishing traps.

This time he can point the camera at the work he is doing and explain a few words about what he is doing.

Facing a large mess of vines twisting and twisting into two neatly shaped small baskets, and stuffed together (as if) to be able to catch fish, the audience in the era of interstellar black technology made a voice of ignorance.

[What just happened?Why did it suddenly become a basket? 】

[Ten, ten fingers are flexible! 】

[That’s right, it’s really amazing [Standing Chest.jpg], the parts of our first-generation mechs were all hand-milled back then! 】

[Speaking of manual human species, I have never served anyone, making a basket is a basic operation. 】

【Say it like you know how to make it up...】

[If you want to talk about manual skills, the mechanical species will watch you silently →→]

[The mechanical species made a dissatisfied sound.jpg]

[Pfft, don't count the silicon-based races that can modify themselves, okay! 】

The barrage unknowingly deviated from the topic. Qi Guang took the newly made fishing traps and placed them in different positions of the river, and harvested today's lunch from the previously placed fishing traps.

River shrimp*2, small fish*1.

This time Qi Guang did not forget to gut the fish, and the bloody scene was automatically mosaiced as soon as it appeared in the camera.

Seeing Qi Guang cut open the belly of the fish and reach in to pull out a bloody mosaic, Phil shivered involuntarily in front of the light screen, hugging his plump and delicious fish tail .