After reading through the book, I became popular all over the world with a variety of drugs

The air-conditioning is turned on indoors, and the summer heat is blocked outside.

The afternoon sun jumped in through the small window next to the kitchen, and the warm yellow light shone on Jian Xinglan.

An Ran's leisurely expression matched with the melody hummed softly in his mouth, there was a kind of warmth in it.

The song is over.The barrage just started to get lively, and the netizens couldn't get enough of it.

"Is this a new song? It's so good!"

"It's so healing."

"Being scolded by the leader all morning, I feel depressed, and now I don't feel too uncomfortable."

"Me too, too much pressure and insomnia, but I feel like I can sleep until dawn now."

"When is the host going to debut? Hurry up and publish the new song on the platform! I can't wait to play it on a loop."

"I agree with the previous one, and I also want the song from last time!"

The barrage was full of applause, and the number of fans on the personal homepage was gradually increasing.

"Thank you for your likes." Jian Xinglan raised her eyes and scanned the comments on the bullet screen, her peach blossom eyes slightly curved, and she smiled.

He picked out a few bullet screens and replied: "I didn't make my debut, this is not my composition, it was hummed by my grandfather when he was putting me to sleep when I was a child, it can be regarded as a soothing song."

After his parents passed away suddenly, his grandfather came from his hometown to take him away.

He was only three years old when the accident happened, he was terribly frightened, and he missed his parents, so he couldn't sleep at night, and kept crying under the covers.

This matter was soon discovered, and the grandfather who can heal and be good at music specially compiled a few tunes and hummed them differently every night to lull him to sleep.

Jian Xinglan's face was soft, with nostalgia in his eyes.

The discussion of the song was almost over, Jian Xinglan changed the subject and talked about the various methods of sweet potatoes again.

"Wow, that sounds great!"

"Understood, where can I get sweet potatoes?"

"Where was this melon dug, I'll try it too."

"Naturally edible plants are so rare that a meal in a restaurant can cost a month's wages. When you dig it, you earn it."

"I also want to try my luck."

"Consider the possibility of digging through the nearby ground."

Jian Xinglan was taken aback, and quickly said: "This is a special product, not many in quantity. After I cultivate it, I can buy it in the live broadcast room. It's not expensive. Don't mess around!"

"Is there a possibility that the anchor may really not want to debut, he wants to sell goods live."

"Laughing to death, then I'll sit and wait to eat melons."

"I want to talk straight, what excuses do I have? I'm stingy"

"Is there something wrong with the front? Is it possible that someone discovered it by themselves and gave it to you for nothing?"

"Leave him alone, let him be himself."

"Wait for the host to sell sweet potatoes +1"

Time passed slowly in small talk.

After the sweet potato scum in the bag was washed out of the milky white liquid, Jian Xinglan dumped the scum in the cloth bag into a special trash can.

Then put the board into the pool, cover the vat filled with water, and put it aside to settle.Then go to clean the wooden board that looks like a chessboard.

Since he took over the kitchen, robots have rarely been in the house.Jian Xinglan is still used to doing these things by herself.

At this time, a bullet screen slowly drifted past, and the peaceful live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

"This board? It seems to be an ancient earth chessboard? It is the one that Mo Lao imitated according to the ancient books."

Mo Lao is not only a famous engraving master, but also a researcher of ancient earth history and culture.

The bullet screen was full of "hahahahaha" at first, most people didn't take this seriously.

After someone went to the spokesperson's homepage curiously, they came back and commented in shock: "My family, wait a minute, don't laugh, you seem to be a historian?"

The atmosphere of the barrage froze instantly, first there were a few sporadic "??" and then the entire barrage was filled with greetings.

"Impossible, did you see it wrong?"

"No, I also checked their homepage, and it's really amazing."

"Then what he said is true?!"

"Fuck, is that the chessboard I know?"

"Isn't that a treasure?"

"Some time ago, Mo Lao made a more restored one. This is probably the one that was auctioned to raise research fees."

"That's right, it is said that it was auctioned for a high price."

"The wood used by Mr. Mo is very rare ancient wood, which is easy to recognize."

"Just see if there are any patterns on it! Mo Lao will carve ancient objects on his works."

Only then did Jian Xinglan notice the heated discussion on the barrage.

After seeing the comments, he subconsciously turned sideways to block the camera, then lowered his head slightly, staring blankly at the chessboard in his hand, what did the original owner buy this for?

Trying hard to recall the memories left in the original owner's mind, it was only then that he realized that the original owner spent a huge sum of money to buy it to curry favor with Li Xiao.

Because collecting things from the ancient earth is one of Li Xiao's few hobbies.

Jian Xinglan was stunned in place, using Li Xiao's money to buy things for Li Xiao as gifts...and hoping to please him...it was a beautiful idea.

What made him even more astonished was, is it even rare to see the chessboard now?

Jian Xinglan slightly flipped the wooden board in his hand, glanced at it quickly and put it down again.It's like a chess board.

Although he is not proficient in chess, he still knows the basic rules and board shape.

At first glance, the chessboard in his hand lacked rows and columns, which was quite different from what he had seen before.

Jian Xinglan realized that if he didn't give an explanation, his name would be on the headlines of Xingwang tomorrow, with the accompanying text: [Shock!A man actually rubbed sweet potato powder with a chessboard carved by Mo Lao. 】

Can he still have a stable life? !

Jian Xinglan pursed her lips, bit the soft flesh inside her lips, closed her eyes and thought for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry, sorry, everyone, don't get excited, this is me...after seeing the real thing at the auction, I really like...my... imitated wooden board pattern , is ordinary wood, used to make sweet potato powder..."

Jian Xinglan was not good at lying. At this time, her head was hanging slightly, her face was tense, the tips of her ears were turning red, her heart was beating like a drum, and her fingers holding the chessboard were so hard that they turned white.

He didn't dare to face the barrage and the camera, and his heart was full of guilt.Changing the subject slightly stiffly: "Let's go outside to see the scenery and chat, and see how the sweet potato powder is doing later."

Jian Xinglan laid the chessboard flat on the ground so that the camera would not be able to see it.

"Ah...then you imitated it really well." The historian spoke again.

In fact, he felt that he was right, but what could he do if people didn't admit it.He didn't reply again, but just quit the live broadcast room and sent the screenshot to his teacher.

"Okay, okay, maybe the anchor just likes this pattern, so he carved the same pattern himself."

"Let's go and see the flowers."

"Although, if a scholar of this kind can admit his mistake, it should be because the engraving is great."

"In the future, besides autographs, can you also get limited engravings!"

"I'm looking forward to it."

A lie can only be covered up with more lies. Jian Xinglan had no choice but to walk out without talking, while recalling the process just now in her mind.

Fortunately, the chessboard was placed in the water from the beginning, and when the sweet potato powder was washed, the water surface turned white.The camera has been shooting sideways from a long distance, and the two sides of the board happened to be blocked by his hands.

When cleaning, only a small corner can be seen from the angle of the camera.There should be no flaws in his statement.

Who knew the chessboard could be so big.He didn't see the grained side at first, thinking it was just a regular board.

As soon as Jian Xinglan went out, she was completely overwhelmed by the oncoming heat wave.

He shrank back subconsciously, a little hesitant, but it was not good to wander around the house and take pictures.

So after a little slowing down, he went out.With the people in the live broadcast room, they watched the flowers at the door.

Fortunately, it was already evening, and it was not as hot as noon, otherwise the alternation of cold and heat would be so severe that it would definitely cause heat stroke.

Through discussions among netizens, Jian Xinglan learned that most of the flowers in Li Xiao's family were rare varieties.

He was a little surprised.

At this time, the reminder sounded from the brain, and Jian Xinglan looked down, surprised.

The courier has arrived, his silver needle!

Jian Xinglan told netizens that she had something to do, see you next time, and took this opportunity to close the live broadcast.

Looking at the darkened live broadcast, he breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at the favorability points gained from the app. There were thousands of favorability points, but not even one-tenth of the favorability points for the next upgrade.

If this process is followed, it will have to be broadcast at least a dozen times. If something unexpected happens every time, then his future stable life will be goodbye.

Jian Xinglan squatted on the edge of the flower bed, dragged her chin, and stared at the flowers with slightly narrowed eyes.

I still have to gather some of Li Xiao's wool.

Li Xiao likes things from the ancient earth, he is familiar with this stuff!Write something and forge it into an ancient book, kill two birds with one stone, gain favorability, and fill the gap in culture.

What a great idea!

The more Jian Xinglan thought about it, the more feasible it became, and a smile overflowed from the corner of her mouth uncontrollably.His face was a little hot from the sun, as if he had applied a tender pink blush.

It looks a bit naive.

The smart brain rang again, and Jian Xinglan suddenly came back to his senses, by the way, his express delivery!

He stood up quickly, so fast that his eyes flickered and his head was dizzy.Jian Xinglan covered her head and closed her eyes for a while before walking towards the gate.

Mr. Mo is at home on vacation for the past few days, and at this time he is studying the incomplete data of the ancient earth.

This is Zhang's incomplete chapter describing the process of a game of chess, talking about how the horse should move, and how the bishop should move.But this incomplete chapter is so incomplete that even the direction of several moves in it is incomplete.

Mo Lao just followed the incomplete chapter, thinking about how to restore the chessboard.

Previously, he had successfully restored the Go board.

While he was concentrating on the calculation, his old friend Smithson bombarded his intellectual brain indiscriminately.

Mo Lao's thoughts were forced to stop, a pimple appeared between his brows, he picked up his smart brain, and was about to turn on the Do Not Disturb mode, when Smithson happened to call from the opposite side.

Mo Lao paused for a moment, and connected with a stinky face.The face of a middle-aged man with dark hair and blue eyes appeared on the screen.

Before he could yell, Smithson quickly said: "Wait, wait, old man, take a look at the picture I sent you."

Hearing this, Mr. Mo forcibly suppressed his anger and pressed Master Jie Yuyan's face, with a grim expression on his face.He wants to see what is the most urgent matter.

This is a picture of the back of a young man, and when one looks at it like this, one can faintly feel that his appearance must be unusual.Mr. Mo glanced suspiciously. Where is this old guy looking for a son-in-law?

As soon as the idea came up, I heard Smithson ask: "Look, is this the chessboard you made?"