Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 259 - Chapter 259 259. Big White Sparkling Debut_1

Chapter 259: 259. Big White Sparkling Debut_1 Chapter 259: 259. Big White Sparkling Debut_1 Sell peaches?

Internet celebrity check-in spot?

Song Tan shook her head:

“Brother Wu Lei, you grew up here as well, and even riding a bike over this morning scared you half to death. Even if I were to open this place up as an internet celebrity check-in spot, with the mountain roads being so rugged, if something happens to someone visiting, would it be you, promoting this place, who takes on the bad name, or my reputation as the operator of the check-in spot that gets ruined?”

If we don’t improve the basic infrastructure, can we talk about responsibility?

Especially since we have few traffic police in the countryside, and it’s even less likely for someone to check for drunk driving on this rugged stretch of mountain road. What if someone has had a bit too much to drink and has a full belly…

Let alone the fact that the crops Song Tan grows are economic crops, and she doesn’t plan to make them accessible. Even if she wanted to open it up, now is not the right time. It would just lead to a waste of popularity and attract negative reviews.

Wu Lei still wasn’t satisfied. He felt that Song Tan was simply too cautious and overthinking it. There were so many internet celebrity check-in spots, and no one had ever encountered this many problems!

And furthermore–

“In places where the roads are difficult, there are many who drive, they’ll surely be cautious and careful.”

That’s right, you want hot topics, and that naturally results in a quick deal. Yet she wanted a steady, methodical development.

Otherwise, with the little capability of their village’s young party secretary, why hasn’t he ever suggested making it an internet celebrity marketing spot?

“Yes,” Song Tan had lost interest in lecturing and simply added indifferently:

“The problem is, I haven’t agreed to open this place up as an internet celebrity check-in spot.”

This statement was a total checkmate.

Before, Wu Lei might have wanted to discuss with her the matters of vision and breadth of thinking.

But now, all he could do was hobble behind Song Tan, nursing his butt and moving slowly.

What Peach Garden, what falling blossoms in full splendor–they have nothing to do with him anymore.

Zhu Li indeed stomped her foot angrily in the back: “Leilei, no one has taken the reflector board and the tripod!”

She picked up the tripod, and Wu Lei silently turned back to take the reflector board, folding it up like an umbrella.

When Zhu Li turned back to check her live stream, she found that the followers she had gained today had vanished without a trace.

Not only had today’s new followers disappeared, but even her original number of fans had decreased!

However, the number of visitors labeled in the live stream was increasing.

What does this mean?

They unfollow, yet they still want to watch her. Is that it?

It is–

In her previous live streams where she instigated conflicts, some of the silent viewers who just liked to watch without commenting became uncomfortable. After struggling to watch for so long and realizing that the problem still lies with the host, it’s hard not to feel a lump in their hearts and impulsively hit unfollow.

But they still haven’t seen the outcome of this issue, and after unfollowing, they couldn’t bear to leave, still lingering around.

Of course, some of the viewers followed the previous guidance and made their way to Qiaoqiao’s live stream.

What is Qiaoqiao doing?

Sorting out the many pumpkin vines, blanching them in hot water, cooling them down, and squeezing out the water.

Song Tan had bought a roll of supermarket-specific cling film, and now Qiaoqiao was stuffing the dried pumpkin vines into bags, packing them neatly.

When they’re put back in the freezer, they can last until the end of the year–if there aren’t too many mouths to feed at home.

This was completely different from Zhu Li’s style of live streaming.

Zhu Li occasionally showed scenes, but those were either internet celebrity spots or had a petty bourgeoisie atmosphere, depicting a refined life, totally different from this honest kitchen stove and these down-to-earth pumpkin vines right before their eyes.

To the new viewers–

[What a dull shot, though the vegetables look nice, I’ll take another look]

[Kind of strange, I’ll take another look]

As they continued to watch, everyone couldn’t bear to leave.

Xin Jun watched both livestream rooms simultaneously, her eyes witnessing Qiaoqiao’s fans surge from just over 4,000 straight toward the 5,000 mark, and she couldn’t help but curl the corners of her lips upwards.

Counting the donation earnings from the back end today, hmm, thanks to the generous support of distant relatives, so many people felt that Qiaoqiao had been wronged that the donations again surpassed 2,000 yuan.

Looking at the historical earnings, although not yet submitted, when added together they were almost reaching 5,000 yuan.

As Qiaoqiao’s teacher, Xin Jun really felt happy for him at this moment and even took the initiative to remind him:

“Qiaoqiao, you just taught the kids how to pack parcels, why don’t you teach them how to store and tidy up pumpkin vines now?”

Only then did Teacher Qiaoqiao realize her oversight.

“Sorry, kids, I forgot. But we learned quite a lot today, can you remember all of it?”

[What the what?]

New fans were excited: [What was taught earlier, what dish was made?]

[Nothing much]

Old fans spoke with an air of calm and inexplicable superiority: [Earlier, we learned about packing parcels, and before that, it was pulling up pumpkin vines. As for earlier, you should watch the replays when you have time, learn some more knowledge, it’s better to have more skills under your belt.]

New fans: …

So, are you guys really rolling with it or just anxious in spirit? Can you really use what you learned?

But for some reason, watching the livestream, they slowly got immersed in it too.

Meanwhile, on the mountain, as she watched Song Tan secure the wicket gate once more, Zhu Li thought about her own morning of losses and felt incredibly gloomy, even Wu Lei couldn’t muster any spirits.

She forced a smile at the camera:

“Sorry, everyone, because of my carelessness, there were some issues with the livestream. But don’t worry, I’ll find more interesting things to stream for you in the future. For today, we’ll just–”

She was about to end the stream, but just as she brought the selfie stick closer to herself,

she saw, halfway down the mountain, a large white goose, wearing a little yellow hat, flapping its medium-length wings and charging straight down the hill!

It was just like a gliding little cannonball!

Instinctively, thanks to her experience with livestreaming, Zhu Li quickly turned the camera around to capture this scene, drawing a wave of astonishment from the live audience!

[Damn! That’s a big goose!]

But the astonishment had hardly ended before the goose got closer and closer, to the point where Zhu Li instinctively stepped back twice, only to see on camera the white goose suddenly stretch its neck to aim at her boyfriend’s dust-covered buttocks, and bite down hard!

Wu Lei: !!!

“Ow, damn it, hurts hurts hurts!!!”

“Quick, quick, Song Tan–”

In that moment of agony, Wu Lei was nearly on the verge of tears.

Seeing the goose bite, it really hurt!

It didn’t just bite; it twisted and turned its head, refusing to let go for a long time!

Not until Wu Lei shouted Song Tan’s name did the goose, with its beady eyes looking guiltily at Song Tan, quickly release its grip and, without turning back, spread its wings and rushed back into the forest below.

The audience: …

The livestream room somewhat froze over.

After a long while, a comment slowly floated across the screen:

[So, they really shouldn’t have come to this mountain, should they?]

[Being Lili’s boyfriend does come with its own set of risks. ThoughtfulFace.jpg]

Zhu Li herself, mouth agape, stared dumbfounded at her boyfriend as he struggled to crouch down, dropping his head down fiercely.

Don’t ask.

If you ask, it’s that real men shouldn’t be seen crying.