Her Cultivation Diary-Chapter 105 - : 105. Live broadcast starts_1

Chapter 105: 105. Live broadcast starts_1

The most pressing matter right now is to think about what to film.

Song Tan thought about it over and over, looking for several angles, but in the end, she realized there wasn’t much to film in the fields—so she decided to live stream the scene before her.

After all, it was quite beautiful.

A patchwork of fields with the charm of mountain woodlands.

Over the sprawling patches of pink, purple, and green Milk Vetch, little chicks and ducklings scuttled through the fields, peeping and quacking away.

Down below, an old yellow ox was chewing its cud slowly, occasionally letting out a leisurely “moo—”

And she herself, wearing an old coat Wu Lan had dug out from the wardrobe, green rubber shoes on her feet, and even a straw hat on her head as if she meant business…

What was there to talk about? Better to just buckle down and work.

Tonight, there would be no more Milk Vetch in the fields.

And in a moment she was unaware of,

What a coincidence.

The live streaming platform had just finished a meeting too.

There wasn’t much to say at this meeting; live streaming was all the rage, and every major company was thinking about how to create more innovative content to attract more viewers—viewers meant money.

Of course, there was also a focus attached to this meeting: the country was currently supporting agriculture, forestry, and fisheries, advocating for rural revitalization. Given that the live-streaming platform’s reputation wasn’t great, they needed to pay extra attention in this area and keep up with the state’s initiatives.

“… The recent recommendation resources can be appropriately skewed towards rural life, botanical agriculture, and science and culture education.”

The person in charge made a decision, and the operators below pondered: there were quite a few videos about rural life and farming, but the one with a signature…

Forget it, it’s a matter of capital, and as capital, they didn’t have much right to speak.

They should just focus on managing the content for this phase.

There were many countryside bloggers nowadays, with the clear and crisp time around Qingming Festival. Girls picking tea in the mountains, elderly women carrying baskets to dig wild vegetables, and farmers toiling in the fields… all kinds of scenes and views were available.

Among them, a video from such a distant angle that you couldn’t even see the person’s face clearly, where all you could make out was a cluster of pink-purple Milk Vetch Flowers quivering in the wind and the plump bees on them, became even less noticeable.

Until Daxiong the bear bee once again clumsily bent the flower and, unable to squeeze into it with his wiggling butt, finally!

He attracted the first viewer.

“What kind of live stream is this, and the name is too perfunctory, right? Just called ‘Cutting Grass’?”

With this angle, the cellphone seemed to be placed in a corner of the field’s ridge, capturing the distant landscape in its entirety.

The careless framing was one thing.

But there was no one talking, no music, and nothing particularly eye-catching.

Only a Milk Vetch in front of the camera with an unidentified species of bee, unusually large and round. The furry, yellow-and-black striped butt wiggled and wobbled, dominating half of the screen.

The other half of the screen was taken up by a clear blue sky and even more lush Milk Vetch Flowers, as well as an ox lying leisurely in the field.

This scene… seemed quite dull.

Yet for some reason, as the viewers who came in watched the bear bee persistently pick another sturdier flower and tried to stick its head in, they became increasingly curious—

“Can a bee really get this fat from eating?”

It wasn’t until then that another viewer entered the live stream, startled at first by the pollen-covered fat butt, and then couldn’t help but send a message:

“Holy shit! This bee is bewitching; I’ve been staring at its butt for a long time.”

Hey!

The first audience member who came in couldn’t help but follow up with a comment.

With the discussion unfolding, the popularity of the stream seemed to slowly increase. Before long, a hundred or so people had trickled into the live stream room.

In terms of today’s internet traffic, this number wasn’t much, but for a newcomer, it wasn’t too shabby.

The back-end operator glanced at the stream and noticed it still lacked a main character, but the response seemed good, so they threw it into a traffic pool that catered to users with similar preferences…

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Zhao Lei was such an ordinary user.

He had registered for a membership and would sneak a peek at it while slacking off at work. He wasn’t picky about the content; whatever caught his interest, he’d watch.

Lately, he had been watching more videos that showcased scenic pastoral views, and today when he refreshed his homepage, all he saw were photography tips and countryside scenery.

Among them, the Milk Vetch occupying half of the screen and that incredibly chubby bee especially caught his attention.

Zhao Lei didn’t like insects, bees included.

Anyone who got stung by these creatures as a child would probably not grow fond of them.

But… but who has ever seen such a fat bee? Moreover, it seemed quite large; the Milk Vetch couldn’t even support it. Those tiny wings fluttering pitifully, it was just too sad.

Yet adorable.

The heart of this grown man seemed to be brushed by its fluff; trembling, he subconsciously clicked to enter the stream.

Well, after enlarging the screen, it was still the same scene as before.

Calm and quiet. The faint sound of the wind, the rustling of grass leaves, and the tireless struggle of the chubby bee…

There was nothing much to see, yet for some reason, he couldn’t stop watching!

Instead, he felt more at peace.

And just then, it seemed that sounds gradually approached from afar, like the friction of shoe soles against grass leaves.

Soon after, the Milk Vetch in front of the camera made a slight bending motion, and an old-fashioned bamboo basket passed in front of the lens, followed by the appearance of an old man carrying the basket.

He was wearing a black cloth coat, very old-fashioned in style, looking decades old. On his feet were old-style camouflage shoes with a bit of mud, giving off a strong sense of the past.

The old man seemed unaware that he was being live-streamed. He continued in the direction of the camera, carrying the basket to the other side’s edge before setting it down.

Afterward, he bent down and got straight to pulling up the Milk Vetch in the field.

Zhao Lei couldn’t help but shift in his seat—is this video really muted?

There isn’t even a word spoken.

However, the old man’s movements were remarkably efficient, clearly skilled at his work.

With his hands moving non-stop, the Milk Vetch filled the bamboo basket handful by handful!

Zhao Lei then realized, “What are they pulling this stuff up for?”

Before he could come up with an answer, he faintly heard a young person’s shout from a distance, “Sister! Sister—”

The speaker’s tone carried a regional accent, but it wasn’t hard to understand, and it was quite similar to Mandarin. The voice had a youthful sound, yet the tone was incredibly tender.

Soon, the sound of footsteps, once again brushing against the grass, grew closer.

Until a pair of simple cloth shoes stopped in front of the phone screen, then a fair hand reached out, gently poking the pollen-covered, plump rear of the bee.

“Daxiong, so you’re here!”