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105. Live broadcast begins

The most urgent thing is to think about something to take pictures of.

Song Tan thought and thought about it, looked for several angles, and finally found that there was nothing to take pictures of such things as fields, so she decided to live broadcast the scene in front of her.

After all, beauty is still beautiful.

A patchwork of countryside with mountain and forest characteristics.

Above the vast swaths of pink, purple and green milkvetch, chickens and ducks were scuttling in the fields, chirping and quacking.

The old scalper below was chewing its cud slowly, and from time to time it let out a leisurely "moo——"

As for herself, she was wearing a gown that Wulan dug out from the closet, a pair of green rubber shoes on her feet, and a decent-looking straw hat on her head...

What can I say? Just get to work.

Starting tonight, there will be no milkvetch in the fields.

And at a moment she didn't know.

What a coincidence.

A meeting has just been held on the live broadcast platform.

There is not much to talk about in this meeting. Live broadcasting is popular nowadays. All major companies are thinking about how to create more innovative content and attract more users. Users are money.

Of course, this time there is also an important point, that is, the country now supports agriculture, rural areas and farmers and promotes rural revitalization. The daily reputation of their live broadcast platform is not good, so they must pay special attention to this aspect and keep up with the pace of the country.

"...the most recent recommended resources can be appropriately tilted towards aspects such as rural life, pastoral plants, and popular science in the humanities."

The person in charge makes a decision at the top, and the operations below are thinking: There are many rural videos of farming, but the representative one...

Forget it, as capital, they have no right to say anything about capital.

It’s better to run the content of this stage first.

Nowadays, there are many pastoral bloggers. It is the good time around the Qingming Festival, and there are girls picking tea in the mountains, grandmas carrying baskets digging wild vegetables, and farmers working hard in the fields...all kinds of colors and scenery.

Among them, one angle is so far away that even the human face cannot be seen clearly, and only the cluster of pink-purple flowers trembling in the wind in front of the camera and the video of the chubby bees on the flowers become even more inconspicuous.

It wasn't until the fat bear peaked and bent the flower again that it couldn't get in even though its buttocks were arched back and forth, finally!

It attracted its first audience.

"What kind of live broadcast is this? The name is too perfunctory. Is it just called Grass Cutting?"

From this angle, the phone seemed to be placed in the corner of the field, taking in an unobstructed view of the distant scene.

Forget about Xiao Du's scrawling.

No one is talking yet, there is no soundtrack, and there is no eye-catching content.

There was only a milkvetch plant in front of me, with an unknown species of bee on it. It was extremely large, round and fat. Its furry buttocks with yellow and black stripes swayed and swayed, taking up half of the shot.

The other half of the shot is occupied by a blue sky, a lusher field of milkvetch flowers, and an old cow lying leisurely in the field.

This scene...seems quite boring.

But for some reason, the spectators who came in became more and more curious when they saw the bumblebee perseveringly choosing a thicker flower and trying to stick its head into it——

“Can bees really eat so fat?”

Until then, another viewer walked into the live broadcast room. He was shocked by the fat butt covered with pollen at first, and then he couldn't help but send out a barrage:

"Damn it! This bee is magical. I've been staring at its butt for a long time."

Hey!

The first audience member to come in couldn't help but follow suit.

With the discussion, the popularity seemed to gradually increase, and before long, hundreds of people crowded into the entire live broadcast room.

Judging from today's traffic, this data is not too much, but for newcomers, it is really not too little.

The backend operation took a second look and found that there was still no protagonist in this live broadcast, but the response seemed to be good, so they put it into a traffic pool with more preferred users...

Zhao Lei is such an ordinary user.

I signed up as a member and took a quick look at it when I was fishing at work. I didn’t choose any content, but just read what I found interesting.

Recently I watched a video of a blockbuster shot of pastoral scenery. When I scrolled through the homepage today, it was either about photography skills or pastoral scenery.

Among them, the purple vetch taking up half of the screen and the fat bee are particularly noticeable.

Zhao Lei doesn't like insects, including bees.

Anyone who was stung by this thing as a child would probably not like it.

But...but that is to say, no one has ever seen such a fat bee, right? And it looks very small. The whole milkvetch can't carry it. The little wings are fluttering, not to mention how pitiful it is.

.

Still very cute.

The old man's heart seemed to have been brushed by the fluff, and now he was trembling, so he subconsciously reached out and clicked in.

Yes, after the screen is enlarged, the scene is still the same as before.

Quietly, with a slight sound of wind, the rustle of grass blades, and the indomitable tossing of this fat bee...

There was nothing interesting to see at first, but for some reason, he couldn't get out even after looking at it twice!

Instead, my mind became calmer.

At this moment, there seemed to be a sound slowly coming from a distance, like the soles of shoes rubbing against the blades of grass.

Then, Ziyun Ying in front of the camera made a slight lodging movement, and an old-fashioned bamboo basket passed in front of the camera, and then an old man carrying a bamboo basket appeared.

He was wearing a black cloth jacket, a very old style, and the clothes were very old, and seemed to be from decades ago. A pair of old-fashioned camouflage shoes on his feet were stained with a little mud, and they looked particularly dated.

The other party didn't seem to know that the live broadcast was going on. At this moment, he followed the direction of the camera, picked up the basket and walked forward to the edge on the other side before putting it down.

Then he squatted down and began to pick up the milkvetch in the field.

Zhao Lei couldn't help but move his butt - this is the video, it's really muted, right?

Not even a word was spoken.

But this old man is so nimble in his movements, and he looks like he is a good worker at first glance.

The left and right hands kept moving, and the milkvetch in the basket in front of me was one after another!

Only then did Zhao Lei react: "What are you talking about?"

Before I could get the answer, I heard a faint cry from a young man in the distance: "Sister! Sister -"

The speaker has a dialect accent, but it is not difficult to understand and is very close to Mandarin. The voice sounds very boyish, but the tone is very childish.

Not long after, the footsteps pressed against the grass, getting closer and closer again.

Until the simple cloth shoes stopped in front of the mobile phone, and then a white palm stretched out and lightly dragged the fat bee's butt covered with pollen.

"Big Bear, so you are here!"

------Digression-----

Ah, I’m so sleepy. I’ve finished writing the rest but haven’t revised it yet... I’ll fix it tomorrow. Tomorrow morning, for sure!

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