Let you broadcast live! But you let the koi go beyond to kill pigs?

Chapter 2 I am a big star

"Zhang Chaoyue!"

"Are you serious? It's live!"

The cameraman poked his head out, pointed at the camera, and looked at Zhang Chaoyue as if he was a second-hander.

"Seriously."

"It's just killing a pig. Everyone has seen it. My hometown is in the countryside..."

When the camera turned around, the rough-built house with only one floor was full of traces of life, and then zoomed out, farmland, rice, cattle, chickens and ducks... came into the camera one after another.

The big fat pig raised in the yard is humming and hogging the cabbage, and a close-up shot was also obtained.

"In the countryside, it is very common to kill pigs on any big day."

"The Qingming Spring Festival is a big festival for us. As long as every household raises pigs, they must kill one to worship their ancestors."

"Especially the pig's head, which is indispensable in the sacrifice."

After Zhang Chaoyue finished speaking, the photographer nodded first, and then he was puzzled: "It's the slaughter of pigs, so it's not you who kills it, right? Where is the pig butcher?"

"We are a small place here, and we don't have a dedicated pig butcher, and we also pay attention to things that are enshrined to our ancestors. You have to do it yourself to be sincere. At most, you can help out from neighbors." Zhang Chaoyue spread his hands, and his tone was firm:

"Pig, you must kill yourself!"

After a while, the netizens in the live broadcast room have reacted and started the group mocking mode:
[You can't even sing and dance, and you still kill pigs? 】

[Although you sing out of tune, dance and wrestle, but you are good-looking, why do good-looking girls kill pigs? 】

[Little crying bag, do you think you can lift a knife? 】

[I suggest you kill a fish, attack the koi, and start cannibalism. 】

[I don’t want to make drafts for bragging. The last time the company’s team building threw us on the island, there were a few live chickens on the island, and they told us to eat chicken. After a few days, we picked up people. The chickens were alive and kicking, and people were starving to death.We still eat chicken, we would be fine if we didn’t eat chicken. 】

[Wait for Zhang Chaoyue to be raped by a pig! 】

The cameraman wanted to say something to Zhang Chaoyue again, and wanted her to change her mind.

Well, the No. [-] in China and the first Qingming variety show on the entire network, does it come up with a story about killing a pig?

Before he could say anything, the voice of the program director came from the headset:

"Okay, very good, let her go on."

"director?"

"The popularity of Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room has increased a lot. Although he is not the first, but the stickiness is very high. Many people are really sitting in the live broadcast room waiting to be slapped in the face."

"...Uh, that's okay too?"

The cameraman looked at Zhang Chaoyue, suspicious: "Did she do it on purpose?"

Look left and right, look up and down, no matter how you look at it, she is a silly little girl, she doesn't seem to have such scheming.

He looked past Zhang Chaoyue and looked at the self-built house that was only half seen. It was dilapidated and desolate, revealing a big word "poor".

The photographer smiled self-consciously: "How is it possible, such a family can't support it?"

In the next second, he saw Zhang Chaoyue's mother, a middle-aged woman who looked like an old woman in her early 40s, came out of the self-built house.

Chaoyue's mother was holding a large pottery pot, with a strong meaty smell coming out of the pot, she walked towards the photographer team and greeted enthusiastically: "Why are you standing there, take the bowls and chopsticks, and pour water.

Everyone has worked hard, the stewed goose is ready, come and eat some. "

Zhang Chaoyue looked at his mother who put down the stewed goose, rubbed her hands together in embarrassment, and her eyes were sore as she didn't know how to talk to others.

very nice.

Mom, still the same mom.

Even though she has little knowledge and ability, she still tries her best to help her children.

Zhang Chaoyue took the bowls and chopsticks silently and poured the tea.

The photographer team refused, but it was also useful for the effect of the program after thinking about it. After consulting the director, they simply filmed the scene of eating stewed goose together.

As they ate, they discussed:

"Auntie is really good at craftsmanship."

"Did you see the craftsmanship? This is the heart."

"It's just a big goose, what's the matter?"

"Look at this house, not to mention geese, except for one pig, two chickens, and not even a dog, this goose should be bought by someone."

"That's right, I didn't expect Zhang Chaoyue's mother to be pretty nice."

"I heard that she is divorced. Maybe it's her father."

The photographer scolded: "Eat yours, can't you keep your mouth shut?"

He saw Chaoyue's mother and Zhang Chaoyue walking over.

"Kill pigs?"

Chaoyue's mother exclaimed: "This...can't be killed!"

The cameraman silently aimed the lens, and the radio started.

Zhang Chaoyue had a strange look on his face: "Why can't I kill it? In the past, it's not just a matter of asking a few neighbors for help."

Chaoyue's mother couldn't laugh or cry: "Chaochao, there are no young people in the village now, they all go to work in the city. The rest of the old men and women can't kill their own pigs, how can they come to help?"

"Uh……"

Zhang Chaoyue opened his mouth wide, unexpectedly.

Looking at the approaching camera, Chaochao's mother finally came to her senses, and hurriedly asked, "Chaochao, have you already spoken?"

Zhang Chaoyue nodded depressedly: "It's still a live broadcast."

"Oh, it's a mess."

Chaoyue's mother rubbed her hands, and stammered an explanation to the camera: "Well, hello everyone, my family has been busy for the past few years, and it's a rare opportunity to come back. I don't know the situation, this pig really can't be killed."

"She's a girl from every family, and she can't hold it back. A big fat pig of three hundred catties has a lot of strength."

The photographer team was reading the big stewed goose just now, and someone raised their hand and said, "How about we help press it? We can hold it down with so many people... right?"

The companion next to him shook his head again and again, with a look of horror on his face.

The man said again: "Even if we hold it down, we don't dare to use a knife, Zhang Chaoyue, do you dare?"

Zhang Chaoyue said as a matter of course: "Of course I..."

"enough!"

The photographer pressed the headset and interrupted: "We can't interfere, otherwise it will be unfair."

The man spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

Zhang Chaoyue also had a difficult time. Experience, skill, strength, and courage are all indispensable for killing pigs.

If she was on it alone, she could already imagine the scene of a three-hundred-pound fat pig with a knife stabbed in it, bleeding all over the yard, and pushing everyone present to the sky.

Studio,
Netizens who were waiting for Zhang Chaoyue to slap his face cheered up in the barrage:
[Hahaha, I waited before my butt was hot, the slap in the face came too fast! 】

[Big fool, if you can't do it, tell me earlier, what kind of acting, the acting skills are so poor, it's a waste of expression. 】

【Do I really want to watch butcher, or do I want to see idol trainees butcher and fried chicken. 】

[I want to see how much money is owed for killing pigs, how could she kill them? 】

[As long as she has small arms and legs, it's okay to be cute, but you might as well kill her if you kill a pig. 】

[It's a pity that the beautiful girl idol kills a pig, which is unexpectedly touching. 】

[It's gone. Let's go. 】

at this time,

A "ding" sounded in Zhang Chaoyue's mind:
【Ding!It was detected that someone questioned the host's acting skills. 】

【Ding!Capture is detected. 】

【Ding!The number of followers detected is qualified. 】

【Ding!All conditions are met, and the "I am a big star" system is activated! 】

(End of this chapter)