Song Tan Jishi

  Chapter 170 170. Tremella and live broadcast

  The job of picking white fungus is not for rushing to sell goods, but it is actually very interesting to do.

  On the black-brown chestnut trunk, inlaid with jade-white white fungus, the edges are slightly transparent, and the blossoms are wrinkled. It looks plump and very pleasing.

  It feels a little slippery to the touch, and has a Q-bomb feel, which is even more addictive.

  Jojo shuttled back and forth under the chestnut trees. On the rows of regularly erected trunks, every time he found a grown flower, it was like discovering a treasure.

  Song Tan's heart skipped a beat—

   "Jojo, are you still in class today?"

   While asking, he took out another mobile phone and opened the live broadcast software.

   Qiaoqiao really got excited: "I want to go, I want to go!"

   "But I haven't learned the knowledge about tremella yet..."

  If you don’t learn well, how can you be a teacher?

   "It's okay." Song Tan said calmly: "If you don't know how to talk, don't talk about it. The main thing is to show everyone that we, Qiao Qiao, can pick white fungus."

"okay!"

  Jojo was extremely excited.

  Since there were no children in the village, he hasn't played house with anyone for many years, and now he plays with the children on his mobile phone, which is quite fun.

  I can't wait now.

  Speaking of which, Song Tan has forgotten about the live broadcast these days because he doesn't sell goods now, and it shouldn't be true.

   After all, even if you don’t sell goods, you can still attract popularity first. Let's not talk about vegetables at that time, there should always be places to sell those fruits.

  The more customers you have, the more confident you will be in negotiating prices with later generations, right?

  She adjusted the angle, watched the dark live broadcast room slowly pouring in popularity, and then opened the live broadcast:

   "Jojo, it's starting."

  Seeing this, Zhang Yanping hurriedly ran to the other side.

Song Tan didn't intend to show his face either. Seeing that Qiao Qiao had already entered the state with his head held high and his chest held high, he looked at the place again and guessed that there were not too many white fungus. Lan.

   After walking far away, I took out my mobile phone and opened Qiao Qiao's live broadcast room—

  【Pastoral Notes】

  The anchor's going his own way and not playing cards according to the rules, the viewers have probably seen it. It is estimated that many people clicked the notification message, so that Qiao Qiao just started the broadcast, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room has already started to exceed 2,000.

  The screen turned on, and it was Jojo's big fair face.

   It was not that big, but it was too close to the camera.

  He took two steps back, and then he said to himself: "Kids, today we are in labor class, picking white fungus, can everyone see the white fungus?"

  He carefully cut off one and held it up to the screen.

   "Look, isn't it beautiful? Tender, smooth, and crunchy."

   "It must be delicious when stewed."

   Whoo!

  The barrage is interesting.

  【Is picking tremella live broadcast today? That's sure to get a good night's sleep again, wait, I'll get a pillow first. 】

   Others swear: [I waited until the end of the live broadcast last time and didn't wait for the anchor to link. This time I definitely didn't run away. Based on my experience of spending a lot of hard-earned money in the live broadcast room, today's shopping cart must be white fungus! 】

  【Anchor, what's so great about doing farm work, if you have the ability, please post the link! 】

  Song Tan was watching from the edge of the tea mountain, and now he let out a muffled laugh—

  Up link?

  What link?

  Jojo doesn't know at all. Besides, the output at the moment is not enough to cook two pots at home, where can I get the link?

   Has no one noticed that even though the ball of white fungus that Jojo took just now is the largest on the tree trunk, it still doesn’t exceed his palm?

  The audience did find out.

  【This tremella hasn't been dried yet, is it only this big? This is much smaller than the ones I bought in the supermarket. 】

  【Nonsense! Duan wood tremella, originally much smaller. 】

  【Ah, it’s actually Duanmu Tremella! Now many of the mushrooms we buy in supermarkets are grown in fungus bags, which are big and round, but they don’t taste as good as this. 】

  【Click on the link! 】

  【The anchor's eating looks are too ugly, this is obviously the first white fungus, so I can't wait to start selling it. 】

  Pull it down, since Jojo started broadcasting till now, he hasn’t said a few serious words yet.

  On the contrary, they were discussing in full swing, and many of them spoke harsh words. This is the case in the Internet age, and no one can achieve peace.

  However, they can say whatever they want, because Qiao Qiao doesn't know many characters now, and he doesn't have time to read these speeches at all.

  He is a typical single-threaded mind, doing only one thing at a time.

  The mobile phone live broadcast is on, but since he is going to pick white fungus, he will carefully look through the trees at the moment, lest he miss the fish that slipped through the net.

   No matter how noisy the barrage is, to him, it's just a punch on the cotton.

  So everyone discussed on their own, but found that the anchor in the camera was getting farther and farther away with the progress of picking white fungus.

   At this time, in the entire live broadcast room, neither a shopping cart popped up nor a detailed introduction of the host, from history to feelings.

but…

  Suddenly felt very interesting, what's going on?

  Song Tan also discovered that there is really a reason for Qiao Qiao's popularity.

   First of all, the rhythm of his live broadcast (if there is such a thing) is neither urgent nor slow, and he always follows his thinking, and is never affected by barrage.

   In short, very stable.

  The other thing is... His content is simple enough, and it doesn’t pull emotions. It belongs to high-quality content that people who have lived in the countryside or not can’t help but want to read it (if teaching everyone how to shake honey is also counted).

   It really looks like hoof trimming or planting flowers and grass, quiet and stable, it belongs to serious study and has dry goods, and those who want to sleep can also passively accept hypnosis.

   As for other things, Song Tan, who has lost all his professional skills, has no way of evaluating them, so he can only analyze so much.

  She was just about to put away her phone cheerfully, but another ball of fireworks exploded from the barrage—

  【The anchor rested for a few days, I almost forgot, what kind of breed was that big dog last time? 】

  【Good guy, I remembered it too! Do you sell that big goose? 】

  【Is the dog for sale? That dog's head is several times bigger than a human's head, so handsome! I can drive to pick them up, the price is easy to negotiate, and I will never treat you badly! 】

  Compared to the crackling and exploding fireworks and various gift-giving special effects, the bottom line of free barrage looks ordinary—

  【Anchor, the honey you broadcast last time, is it for sale? 】

【that is! The anchor ate it, the dog ate it, and the geese ate it, so why can't I eat it? 】

  Song Tan just remembered that at the end of the last live broadcast, Qiao Qiao was secretly giving Dabai and Dawang a small meal, and the three gluttons shared two pieces of honeycomb...

   Maybe before she knew it, all the pigs in the mountains had been eaten!

   Otherwise, Qiao Qiao is now feeding pigs three meals a day, why does he have to increase the amount each time? Xiaozao must have gotten used to it.

   See you tomorrow, I really can't do it tonight.

  (end of this chapter)