Qiao Qiao squatted down, held the stem of a milkvetch flower with familiarity, and then carefully placed the big bear on the flower.
Seeing it penetrate its long mouthparts into the heart of the flower, it let out a long sigh like a little adult:
"Big Bear, eat less. You can't be so fat anymore. If you get fatter, you won't be able to collect honey in the future... Where is your baby? Give the baby more food!"
This voice is very close at hand, full of sunshine, all conveyed through mobile phones, making people unable to help but smile when listening to it.
But there was a strange feeling in my heart - this hand should look like a big person, but why does it sound like a child's words?
The next moment, a fair face suddenly came to the camera, its bright black eyes looked at the camera curiously, and its thick and long eyelashes fluttered like a butterfly quivering in the wind.
Looking at it from a close distance, the childishness and innocence in the corners of the eyebrows and eyes are like the gurgling cold spring flowing down from the snow-capped mountains, making one's heartbeat freeze for a moment.
Everyone in front of the camera was silent.
Then the other party suddenly turned his head and shouted:
"Sister, why is your phone here?"
Only then did Song Tan remember that the mobile phone was still broadcasting live.
But it doesn’t have any impact. The last video I carefully shot multiple materials, then added music to it and edited it in post-production. Didn’t it still turn out like a splash?
Now that I am doing it perfunctorily, there is no way there will be anyone.
Alas, things like flow are really more difficult to figure out than aura.
She didn't pay attention, but asked Qiaoqiao:
"Have you finished shaking the honey?"
Qiao Qiao nodded, and then complained: "My brother is good and bad, he always steals."
"It doesn't matter." Song Tan coaxed him:
"I originally planned to give my brother a bottle when he comes home, but now that he has eaten it secretly, you should write it down. When your brother comes home, you will take out what he secretly ate."
"Take one bite and take a spoonful."
In the spring breeze, Qiao Qiao laughed so loudly.
Afterwards, Qiao Qiao looked at the big bear in her hand worriedly: "Sister, why is the big bear still so fat? If this continues, what will happen if it can no longer fly?"
Song Tan felt a little guilty.
If it hadn't thought it was too cute at first and accidentally gave it too much spiritual energy...
cough.
But Qiao Qiao obviously didn't want to get the answer. At this moment, he just picked another handful of milkvetch from his hand and handed it to Fat Bumble Bee. Seeing it climbing up awkwardly, he laughed:
"It doesn't matter if you can't fly. The big bear is my good partner and I will take care of him."
Zhao Lei, who was in front of the screen, suddenly understood: This boy...should have an abnormal intellectual development.
What he said were all childish words, and what he did was all based on childlike innocence.
He suddenly smiled with vicissitudes of life: Come to think of it, how can an adult who is really burdened with the pressure of life have such pure eyes?
To this day, he is still shocked by that close-up smile when he looked back just now.
"Come on, Qiaoqiao," the faceless girl said again, "these two baskets are full. You can help my sister pick them back. I will send the baskets over later."
"Okay."
The hand stopped rubbing the bee's butt, and then the scraping sound of grass blades gradually began. He seemed to stand up and stepped forward.
The angle of the camera is limited, and all we can see is a basket full of pink, purple and green milkvetch, piled heavily in the basket, slowly walking away in the footsteps of the boy.
At this moment, the old man's voice sounded again in the field:
"Tantan, I think the leeks planted in the corner of the field above are growing very well. You can eat them in the next two days. The leaves are plump and thick, and they are very good!"
"Yeah?"
The girl's voice of surprise came, and then she responded: "I'll go get it cut later. Eating leeks in March and April will help all things grow and replenish yang energy. It's the right time!"
The old man laughed again: "Yes, leeks are very good. Let's take them home and make dumplings. There are so many people in the house recently, so we can eat a lot in one meal."
"The remaining leek roots are too dense. I took a look. After the field is plowed, you have to spread them out quickly. You can plant several ridges."
Chive dumplings…
Zhao Lei watched silently, then stretched out his finger to click on the attention mark above.
He noticed that there were more than 1,700 people in the live broadcast room at this time, but the barrage was clean, as if no one was watching at all.
But when he clicked the follow button, something suddenly popped up in the live broadcast room——
[Congratulations! You are the 999th user to follow, come and witness the growth of the anchor with your own eyes!]
Oops!
Zhao Lei felt a little proud for no reason. He thought that the live broadcast content that I liked was indeed attractive. One thousand, seven hundred people watched it, and 999 people clicked on it. What kind of magic is this?
You know, the number of views on the live broadcast platform can be counted as empty. Clicking in once counts as one time, and clicking on the same account one hundred and eighty times counts as one hundred and eighty times.
What does this data represent now?
It means that only a very small part of the people watching have withdrawn, and everyone is paying attention.
Song Tan, who was in the field, had long forgotten about this matter, and was only thinking about it at the moment——
Should we eat leek vermicelli and egg dumplings at night, leek oil residue stuffing, or leek boxes?
While thinking about it, I didn’t forget to reply to Old Man Li’s suggestion.
"Grandpa Li, what you said makes sense. I will clear it up in two days. By then, half of the field over there will have to be planted with leeks. The vegetables are selling well this year, so I plan to plant more."
But you need to sow some seeds next, otherwise the leek roots will not be enough.
Old Man Li didn't know anything about Song Tan selling vegetables. He even knew the prices!
However, he didn't say anything to anyone, but when he was talking about milk vetch, he chose the field where the cows were eating, and didn't go anywhere else easily, so as not to delay other people's money making.
Now he nodded: "Vegetables are expensive in the city. You asked me to carve out two plots of land to raise vegetable seedlings. After the Qingming Festival, I took off the straw covering them."
"You can see how well they are growing now! When the land is plowed, it will be time to sow the seeds, and I will transplant the seedlings."
At that time, we have to go to the nearby bamboo forest to cut some bamboo to build a frame for cowpeas, cucumbers, bitter gourds, luffa and so on..."
"There is also rice. I looked at it and the seedlings are growing really well! Your rice will definitely be fragrant this year."
"That is."
Regarding this aspect, Song Tan was not polite at all:
"I've been working hard for so long. If I can't make any more money, my father and mother's pension money will almost be lost."
In rural areas, being able to cry out about poverty is the first factor. Otherwise, if you have relatives from all over the country, today this relative will come to borrow some money, and tomorrow that relative will go to the fields to pick some vegetables... What do you say?
It's better to decide from the beginning: This is for sale.
Anyone who is reasonably reasonable will be more cautious when it comes to taking out food.
For example, Old Man Li is.
As for those who are unreasonable, there are naturally unreasonable ways to deal with them.