Song Tan Jishi

"what is this?"

  Song Sancheng frowned: "Why are his characters larger than others', and they are also colorful?"

  Zhang Yanping also had a complicated expression: "Because this person rewarded Qiao Qiao with a hundred dollars."

   Pointing to the list next to it again: "Uncle, look at our Qiao Qiao, we can make money now! After a live broadcast, I received a reward of 1,600 yuan, and at least I got more than 700 yuan—"

  However, Qiao Qiao, who was broadcasting live, couldn't read too many words at all, and he was so absorbed in packing honey that he didn't have time to watch it at all.

  At this moment, I saw him wearing gauze on his head in front of the screen, heaved a sigh of relief, and then put two pieces of honeycomb into the honey shaker bucket.

   Then, his relieved voice sounded: "Now, Mr. Qiao Qiao is going to shake the honey."

  Song Sancheng:? ? ?

That's it?

  Is it so easy for young people to make money now?

  Zhang Yanping's expression was complicated: It's really not that easy.

   But what about making money? Sometimes, just like farming, there is a little bit of metaphysics.

  Song Tan didn't leave at all, and the three of them watched the live broadcast in the bamboo forest head to head.

  Zhang Yanping listened to the colorful fireworks exploding in the live broadcast room, and Song Sancheng looked at Qiao Qiao, who could only vaguely see his head and face on the screen, and his serious movements.

  And Song Tan looked at the barrage seriously, wanting to see the secret to making a fortune and the password to open the traffic.

   Then I discovered that the top few on the list all spoke, saying that this live broadcast has magical powers, and it makes people drowsy after listening to it, and then a good sleep...

  She checked the time again, and it was less than two hours in total. How long can this good sleep last?

   Look at their names again—

   Okay, the first brother on the list is called [I really want to sleep for another five hundred years], the second one is called [Insomnia Anxiety Patient], and the third one is called [I don’t want to roll but I can’t sleep].

  Looking at the labels posted on the live broadcast room, one of them is actually [White Noise].

   Okay, this is not only a pastoral video, but also a sleeping video. One category, two audience groups.

   But why?

  Although Qiao Qiao has been nourished by the aura during this period of time, he is light and healthy, but it cannot be transmitted through electromagnetic waves!

   Now that he has this ability, thinking about it, it is really his unique charm.

  This little voice is clear and bright, and because he has no other distractions, the rhythm of his speech has always been very stable, neither rush nor slow, on the contrary, he has the rhythm of sleeping more and more.

  In the camera, Qiao Qiao is stirring the handle of the honey bucket, and the spleen inside is rumbling, and there is also a rhythm that is neither fast nor slow.

  He didn't speak any more, but the expression on his face was extremely serious. When the rotation finally ended, Qiao Qiao spoke again:

   "Okay, the honey shake is over, we are going to take out the bee's home."

  He lifted out the honeycomb on the shaking honey bucket, and there were strands of orange-brown honey flowing down from it. Under the unremarkable camera lens of the live broadcast room, it appeared crystal clear.

  The drop of honey fell down for a long time, and then fell decisively into the bucket.

  At this moment, Zhang Yanping, who had tasted honey, couldn't help but roll his throat.

  The barrage was indeed a salivating voice.

   Then someone asked:

  【Anchor, do you sell honey? How much is it? 】

   More and more people asked, but Qiao Qiao didn't look at the screen at all.

  Just a more serious voice came:

   "There's still a little honey on top that hasn't been shaken, but it doesn't matter, we'll leave it to the baby bees."

   "Okay," he put the two combs back into the beehive, and rearranged the beehive before returning to the camera.

   "Now Teacher Qiao Qiao is going back to put away the honey. The honey costs 1,000 yuan a catty. My sister said it is very precious, so it should be kept well."

   "Children, Teacher Qiao Qiao is over."

   After he finished class, he didn't realize that the live broadcast needed to be turned off, so he still packed the honey bucket on his own.

  The barrage froze for a short time.

at this time!

  A huge dog's head suddenly emerged from the bushes beside it.

   Then there was a soft "Wow".

  Qiao Qiao immediately put back the basin that was packed aside: "My lord, why are you here?"

  The king slowly emerged from the bushes. His huge body made everyone in the live broadcast room forget the shocking price before, and then let out a series of exclamations again——

  【Is this a dog? is this a dog How can there be such a big dog? 】

  【Fuck, it's so big! What kind of dog is this? 】

  The king didn't speak, but just stood up, with his two front paws resting on Jojo's shoulders, looking a head taller than Jojo.

  In the live broadcast room, all the audience who saw this scene were shocked.

  However, at the next moment, the mighty and huge dog suddenly snorted, and then put its huge head on Qiao Qiao's neck, causing the gauze on his head to be squeezed out of shape.

  Qiao Qiao laughed, and then couldn't help but hugged the king's chest and rubbed against it.

   "I see, do you smell honey?"

  He looked carefully like a thief, then lowered his voice:

   "Then let's eat a little while my sister is away."

  The king immediately withdrew his front paws, then stood there again, raised his head and let out a cheerful "Wow", his tail wagging like a hot wheel.

  Song Tan: …

   It stands to reason that she has aura, these dogs should be more humane and gentle in front of her, right?

   Zhang Yanping coughed in embarrassment, looked left and right, but didn't dare to meet Song Tan's eyes.

  Song Sancheng frowned: "This silly boy, how can such expensive honey be given to dogs? His own father and I have to rinse the spoon to drink honey water."

   "That's it!" Zhang Yanping shared the same hatred:

   "How can you give it to dogs?"

  The next moment, Qiao Qiao fished out a piece of crushed honeycomb the size of a palm from a basin beside him.

  There is still brown thick honey in the milky yellow honeycomb.

  He broke off piece by piece, like feeding jelly beans, and let the king carefully stick out his tongue and roll it away from his palm.

   Then he broke off a piece with his fingers, lifted the gauze and stuffed it into his mouth.

   "You are together, I am together, don't let my sister know."

  Looking at it like that, it's exactly the same as when he shared the biscuits with Dabai.

  Song Sancheng felt distressed and sour again:

   "The honeycomb is a good thing, why did you just feed it to the king? I didn't even eat it!"

  Zhang Yanping felt even more sour: "Exactly! I didn't eat it either, he just gave it last time—"

   Halfway through speaking, he paused again.

  But Song Tan sighed: This silly boy, he said he couldn't pick the gauze.

   This is great, although there is some distance away, but half of his face can be seen again in the live broadcast room!

  Looking at the live broadcast room again, it was indeed "bang bang" that several fireworks bloomed—

  【Anchor, what kind of dog is this? Seek variety. 】

  【Anchor, what does this dog eat every day? 】

  【This honey looks delicious, anchor, how much is the honey? The last link chant. 】

  【The anchor looks so good-looking! 】