Her Cultivation Diary

Chapter 125: 125. Qiaoqiao’s Live Broadcast_1

So Zhang Yanping, who had been idle for several days, picked up his hoe once more.

The bamboos in the forest were too dense, many not growing thick but just squeezing together in the gaps. Digging for bamboo shoots thus became an even harder job.

With a swing of his hoe, he didn’t uncover any bamboo shoots; instead, he chopped through a bamboo root. Those roots were deeply entrenched and interwoven, resisting any attempt to be dug out, which was truly frustrating.

Song Sancheng laughed out loud, “Yanping, you’re just not cut out for farm work, not even as good as Tantan! Stop digging, the tender shoots are sprouting over there; just snap those off.”

“That’s easier.”

Now the bamboo shoots in the forest, stimulated by Song Tan’s Spiritual Energy, had sprouted aplenty, some still underground, others having already emerged a bit.

Logically, the ones in the soil should be more tender, but the spring shoots had a unique flavor, too. Therefore, Song Tan, eager to make money, asked for all of them to be harvested regardless.

Spring shoots could be effortlessly snapped off by hand, incredulously crisp and tender. Those that were just poking out from the soil with a sharp tip, however, required the swing of a hoe.

An old and a young working in collaboration; the efficiency was passable.

Zhang Yanping sighed, “If it weren’t for these things fetching twenty a piece, they truly wouldn’t be worth my labor.”

When Song Sancheng heard that bamboo shoots were going for twenty yuan a jin, his brows knitted tight enough to catch flies:

“Tantan, how much of these shoots is left after peeling the shells? Isn’t it inappropriate to price them so high?”

Zhang Yanping cast him a resentful glance, “Uncle-in-law, I’ve put my precious labor into this, what’s wrong with twenty yuan? Isn’t Milk Vetch cheap and still sold for twenty?”

Song Tan didn’t say much, simply took out Zhang Yanping’s cellphone, opened up Peach Peach Treasure’s page, and saw that the online price for spring bamboo shoots was indeed upwards of fifteen yuan a jin.

Song Sancheng: …

He didn’t quite understand the current prices anymore.

He sighed, “Had I known bamboo shoots could make such money, I would’ve dug more and sold them in the market years ago…”

However, this added motivation to the work of hoe wielding.

Zhang Yanping snapped off bamboo shoots with crisp sounds, finding some release for his stress at that moment.

He sighed again, “If this was in the suburbs, I’d just rope off this area, pop a message to some parent-child groups, and a swarm of free labor would come running.”

“After the deeds are done, they might even buy up the bamboo shoots on the spot. Both earning money and saving on wages, how great is that!”

But their remote backwoods location… forget it, even those with poor driving skills wouldn’t dare venture in here.

What’s more, with that narrow village road, two cars meeting means one car must back up to a turning point to pass… there’s nothing good to advertise!

The dense bamboo made getting around rather cumbersome. After digging for a while, Song Tan simply threw down her hoe and went home to fetch a machete.

She was strong and, after eyeing a bamboo of suitable thickness, grasped the pole with one hand and “chop” went the machete, leaving a smooth cut in the hard bamboo.

The motion was as smooth as silk.

Zhang Yanping watched, dumbfounded, and then looked at the hoe he had cast aside, thinking he just couldn’t compare.

Could it be that a city life had truly wasted away his physical strength? Just like his sister could knock out a ‘Brother Yanping’ with each punch.

Song Sancheng had experience handling bamboo. Seeing Song Tan chop so efficiently, he was pleased and advised, “Put on some gloves, or else your hands will get numb. Cut off those twigs and branches too; you can bring them to Tian Yuan later, and I’ll build you a cucumber trellis.”

“Not just that, Dad, I plan to surround the Peach Forest with it as well.”

This way, the beanstalks could climb easily without the wire mesh being too tight and causing them to twist and deform.

Never underestimate the strength of crops as they grow. To put it this way, if you put a handful of soybeans under a stone slab, they could even lift it up.

Anyway, if the family lacked anything, it wasn’t bamboo, so it wasn’t a pity to use them.

She spoke lightly, but Song Sancheng’s heart skipped a beat whenever she casually arranged work nowadays!

He quickly turned his head away, adopting an ostrich-like attitude with remarkable naturalness.

Song Tan, looking at the two grown men with pained expressions on their faces, understood as well.

But this wasn’t something she could fix with a wave of her hand like before, had she become too accustomed to it?

As for now… waving her hand wouldn’t do; it was time to activate the power of money.

Bamboo shoots, oh bamboo shoots, you’ve got to put up some fight!

They had only just started digging when Zhang Yanping’s phone rang.

He took it out and saw, “Tantan, the truck bringing the peach trees said they have already reached our village road. They messaged you but you didn’t reply. You should take back your phone. Otherwise, it’ll be inconvenient to contact them later.”

Song Tan nodded, “Just so happens Qiaoqiao is live streaming. I’ll go see how it’s going.”

Zhang Yanping was surprised, “Qiaoqiao is live streaming and chatting with people? Don’t let him scare off all the viewers in the live streaming room.”

Song Tan waved her hand, unconcerned, “The live streaming room didn’t have much of an audience to begin with, loss and gain are decreed by fate, we’ll go with the flow.”

Zhang Yanping thought about it and agreed, “He’s just started live streaming, how many people could be watching?”

After finding out which live streaming room it was, he asked her, “What’s it called?”

Song Tan casually replied, “Tian Yuan Notes.”

That name…

How should one put it? As ordinary as it gets, offering no attraction whatsoever to the audience.

Zhang Yanping had experience with these things, and readily came up with a reliable suggestion, “If you’re going to stream, you need a gimmick, a viral moment, you have to keep up with what’s trending—”

Song Tan didn’t really have any talent for naming, so at this moment she was all ears, waiting for him to give some specific examples.

Unexpectedly, she saw him staring at his phone in a daze, his mouth suddenly not moving.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Why did you stop?”

Zhang Yanping looked up dejectedly and handed her the phone:

“If you open the Tian Yuan category, the top-ranked newcomer in terms of popularity is Qiaoqiao, with 6,700 people following the live stream. Didn’t you say it just started?”

Did he just plunge into a pool of traffic?

Song Tan was stunned, beginning to think that perhaps Qiaoqiao was the true darling of the audience.

Where bees congregate, Daxiong should avoid. With Qiaoqiao’s face wrapped in a net today, how could either person or bee sell their looks?

“What live stream?”

Song Sancheng was also a short video enthusiast with idle time on his hands, now curiously leaning in.

Zhang Yanping turned up the volume, and in the serene bamboo forest, Qiaoqiao’s earnest voice sounded unusually clear:

“…Kids, that was just bee wax cutting. Have you all learned it? If you have, the teacher will show you the next thing.”

His pure and youthful voice was especially distinctive, and Song Sancheng saw the barrage of comments flying:

[Came here on a friend’s recommendation, is the host really mentally challenged?]

He frowned immediately.

Then the next comment lit up with sparkling fireworks:

[Not bad, learned how to cut bee wax now. What’s the next step? Spent over an hour just on cutting bee wax. But hey, surprisingly it helped me have a good night’s sleep.]