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

Chapter 23 It Makes Scientific Reasons!

There are many black fans of Zhang Chaoyue lurking in the live broadcast room, as well as fans of other program guests.

They were extremely dissatisfied with the soaring popularity of Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room, and they kept posting barrage to belittle Zhang Chaoyue.

However, they can only be submerged in more barrages supporting Zhang Chaoyue, and they can't even get up a wave.

But now, Zhang Chaoyue's words gave them a chance to go crazy.

Many neutral viewers were also driven by this "black trend" and felt that what they said made sense.

Zhang Chaoyue's narration is indeed a bit of feudal superstition.

After Zhang Chaoyue finished speaking, he packed his basket and was ready to go back.

Even if the director's assistant specifically reminded her,
Said that there is a demon wind in the live broadcast room,

She didn't care much either.

Black fans, it's numb.

However, Zhang Chaoyue's silence does not mean that other audience members are also silent.

At this time, an audience nicknamed [Dr. Chen of the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences] sent out a barrage.

He also specially bought a VIP membership, which has the function of bolding and changing the color of the barrage, which is particularly eye-catching among a bunch of [feudal superstitions].

"The rooster crows for several periods,

In ancient times, the earliest time for cock crowing was Chou time, that is, from one to three in the morning.

Inferred from the context, this time point is in the middle of the night, the sky is not yet bright, and the wormwood can't be seen clearly even in the wild, so it is unlikely to be ugly.

The rooster crows before sunrise, which is generally between 5:5 and [-]:[-]. In summer, people can wake up early, so it is more reasonable to mow moxa during this time.

In ancient times, 5 o'clock to 7 o'clock was called "Mao time". At this time, there is still dew on the leaves of wormwood, and the effect of wormwood is better.

According to modern research, the harvesting time in ancient times still makes sense, because the active part of wormwood is actually the content of essential oil in its leaves.

Our Agricultural College has done research and found that from 12:2 noon to [-]:[-] pm, when the sun is at its maximum, the essential oil content in mugwort leaves is the highest.
The second is the higher content of essential oil in the morning.

On Ching Ming Festival, there are usually many family gatherings and people will not wait until noon to cut moxa, so it is more appropriate to cut moxa in the morning.

Therefore, to sum up, what Zhang Chaoyue just said is quite scientifically based.

We can conclude that Zhang Chaoyue's statement is by no means a feudal superstition, but the experience handed down by the ancestors, which is correct. "

The Ph.D. from the Agricultural College immediately resonated with the overwhelming majority of the audience as soon as this passage came out.

"Yes, yes, don't regard all customs as feudal superstition."

"We support Zhang Chaoyue. Let's see, the doctors from other agricultural colleges have proved it to her."

Of course, the voice of opposition has not subsided.

"A Ph.D. from the Academy of Agriculture? I'm still an academician of the Academy of Sciences."

"It must be Zhang Chaoyue's iron fan, talking nonsense, and come to clean her up."

However, soon, some viewers clicked on that person's profile.

From the daily videos sent by that person, it can be seen that it is indeed the Agricultural College and some scientific research institutes.

And this doctor is also a doctoral student who has just graduated.

At this time, the voice of opposition gradually became smaller.

The focus of the audience's attention was on Zhang Chaoyue in the camera.

Because Zhang Chaoyue was already carrying a big bamboo basket on his back, and stood up with a big bamboo basket in his hand.

Her slender figure was almost half covered by the two big bamboo baskets, leaving only a little white around her waist.

Among the two large bamboo baskets, one contained more than 30 bamboo shoots, and the other was filled with wormwood, which was not light in weight.

But Zhang Chaoyue stepped on the bluestone road with light and elegant steps with an effortless look.

With a pig-killing background and a fairy appearance, she won this wave.

Faint bamboo forests, mottled stone slabs, white clothes like snow, and bamboo baskets like mountains.

She was obviously doing the work of a village girl, but in her place, she was like a holy girl collecting medicine from a sect, with an unworldly aura.

"Even without the doctor's explanation from the Agricultural College, I still believe Zhang Chaoyue's words."

"Yes, even if Zhang Chaoyue said that what she is picking now are fairy bamboo shoots and fairy grasses, and she can use them to make alchemy when she goes back, I will believe it."

"A group of dirt dogs questioned my fairy!"

"Don't bring rhythm upstairs!"

"Hehe, Fairy Killing Pig is also rare."

"Our family is the Almighty Fairy!"

With the harvest of two bamboo baskets, Zhang Chaoyue returned home.

I found that another villager sent over two pork chops and one tenderloin.

These are supplements that were sent over by the family she helped butcher the pigs before and didn't have time to unload the meat.

Zhang Chaoyue put down the bamboo basket, and hung the pork chops and tenderloin one by one on the bamboo poles hanging under the eaves.

One is to prevent the local dogs raised in the village from smelling the smell and sneaking in to steal it, and the other is to facilitate the removal of cured bacon later, so that it can be smoked and dried naturally.

Looking at the warm lights in the house, Zhang Chaoyue knew that his mother hadn't rested yet and was still busy in the kitchen.

Sure enough, when she walked into the kitchen, she saw her mother preparing various ingredients.

I saw my daughter came back with two big boxes of bamboo shoots and wormwood.

Chaoyue's mother stopped what she was doing, wiped off the water on her hands, and walked over with a distressed expression.

"Beyond, you are tired, hurry up and pack up, finish your meal, and go to rest."

"It's okay mom, I'm not tired."

Although Zhang Chaoyue was a little tired, his spirit was excited.

Mom can only think that she said this for the live broadcast of the program group, and smiled helplessly: "Beyond, you have to rest well so that you can work better."

"Mom is preparing the materials to make the Youth League now, and you can make the Youth League in the evening."

Zhang Chaoyue frowned slightly. Based on her experience, her mother planned to stay busy until midnight tonight, but how could she be willing to let the old man stay up late.

After Zhang Chaoyue washed up and tidied up, and had a simple dinner, she changed into gray clothes, put on an apron, rolled up her sleeves and walked into the kitchen.

"Mom, go and rest, leave it to me."

The mother couldn't bear it, and said deliberately: "Don't be a waste of help, go to bed quickly, there are adults here, what do you want a child to do."

Being a Youth League sounds easy, but it is actually a delicate job.
Zhang Chaoyue has been helping slaughter pigs all day today, and went to get bamboo shoots and wormwood in the afternoon. He didn't take a break, and he also helped make youth groups in the evening.
For Chaoyue's mother, she naturally felt distressed.

But Zhang Chaoyue pushed her out of the kitchen with a smile: "I'm not a child anymore, you should take a good rest after a busy day, and leave the rest to me."

"It's not a lot of hard work to be a youth group, I can get it done soon."

Seeing her daughter being so stubborn, some members of the film crew came forward to stop her for the sake of the show under the direction of the director.

Mom sighed and had to agree.

"Beyond, don't do it too late, I will get up early tomorrow morning to do it, if you are tired, go to bed quickly."

"Oh, mom, go to sleep and leave it to me."

Saying so, Chaoyue's mother reluctantly left the kitchen slowly.

She really felt sorry for her daughter, feeling in her heart, is everyone in the entertainment industry working so hard?
Although the daughter is as filial as before, can she really do this job well?

I hope there will be no troubles that will affect the effect of her show.

At this time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening, which happened to be the peak period for the number of people online in the live broadcast.

The audience in the live broadcast room were all talking.

"Don't you say that Zhang Chaoyue is not filial to her mother at all? This is not right."

(End of this chapter)