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

Chapter 29 This is indeed a bit of feudal superstition

Along the way, I passed many tractors and met many villagers who went to the grave to worship.

As the saying goes, it rains heavily during the Qingming Festival, and pedestrians on the road want to die.

Most of the time, the cameraman brother, the camera is on Zhang Chaoyue who drives three rounds.

For a small part of the time, the camera will also be slightly turned to the continuous stream of pedestrians left and right.

They all had shovels, brooms, and waxed paper money in their hands.

On the winding village road, winding forward, it is quite spectacular!
I saw a man carrying a bundled paper figurine and paper horse, so I took a close-up of it.

Many online viewers in the live broadcast room have never experienced this kind of scene.

"I'll go, do so many people go to worship ancestors in Qingming?"

"They're all fucking guys, like soldiers going to war?"

"I also want to go home and burn some paper for my grandma to fulfill my filial piety."

"Please call me Pioneer, I'm already home."

"But, why are they all carrying shovels?"

At this time, the tricycle drove to the end of the road, and further on, it was a mountain road, all uphill, and the vehicle could no longer go up.

Everyone unloaded things from the carriage, at this time the cameraman moved the camera closer to Zhang Chaoyue, signaling her to watch the barrage.

Zhang Chaoyue tilted his head and glanced at the phone, and explained softly:
"The graves in our countryside are different from those in the city. There are special cemeteries in the city."

"But we all allocated a large mountain area as a cemetery."

"Collective burial, most of our ancestors here are buried in mountain cemeteries."

"I brought a shovel because saplings and weeds grow next to the tombs on the mountain every year, and they need to be removed at that time."

"However, the main functions are to "build soil" and "fill graves."

"There is a lot of rain during the Qingming Festival."

"When it rains heavily, the soil on the mountain will be lost faster, so the younger generations who come to worship will bring a shovel to cultivate the soil every time they go up the mountain."

After listening to Zhang Chaoyue's explanation, the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly realized.

"Follow Sister Transcendent's posture anytime, anywhere, and in various postures."

"This posture of yours, is it serious?"

"I'm going to bring my little sisters to learn poses."

"Everyone upstairs is serious. I'm sweeping the grave with my parents. My father is cultivating the soil right now."

In the live broadcast room of each guest, there are all kinds of live broadcasts at the moment, but Zhang Chaoyue is the only one who goes to the grave live.

"Am I sick? Guan Xiaotong is doing beauty treatment, Jia Ling is accompanying someone on a blind date to talk about cross talk, Hua Yuchen is commenting on other people's singing and expressing that he doesn't look forward to it, Qian'er is visiting the Ming Tombs, Cai Xukun is singing a farewell song to his ancestors... ..."

"These are so beautiful, but why am I staring at Zhang Chaoyue going to the grave, reluctant to turn the station?"

"Don't worry upstairs, you are not the only one who is sick, and I seem to have that serious illness too."

"Serious illness +1."

"Serious illness +2."

"Serious illness +10086."

"I'm different from you. I suffer from lovesickness."

……

As a variety show that is focused on this year, [Qingming has a star], there is a basket, and Mr. Li still needs to pay attention.

After all, the chief director is also one of his protégés.

However, even if there is such a relationship, it does not mean that he will definitely take care of it.

Mr. Li has always done things in a business-like manner, with a stern and selfless face.

Just about to call the staff, the phone rang.

The nanny took a look and said the name of the chief director.

"Xiaochuanzi..."

After thinking about it, Mr. Li still answered the phone.

"Xiaochuanzi, what's the matter?"

"What, are they all fake, rumors, and malicious reports?"

"I hope so, otherwise if there is a problem, I won't care about any kindness!"

After hanging up the phone, Mr. Li asked the staff to tune out the live broadcast of "There Are Stars in Qingming Festival".

The screen of the tablet was directly locked on Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room.

In front of the camera, Zhang Chaoyue, his mother, and the staff of the film crew were walking through a mountain road and came to a cemetery with bamboo baskets containing youth groups and various paper-cuts in their pockets.

I saw the large cemetery and the surrounding villagers who went to the grave.

Mr. Li nodded, thinking that there was nothing to say, it was normal.

Live broadcasting this can also teach younger generations a lot of folk customs and customs.

I think back then, I was also taken by my parents to the mountains to worship my ancestors.

Now I have been living in the city and have left my homeland.

Thinking of it, I really miss the local customs at that time.

Why is such a live broadcast considered a feudal superstition? Is there something I didn't notice?

Still waiting.

At this time, Zhang Chaoyue found his own grave with a shovel.

The cameraman closely followed her footsteps, her feet were bumpy, one deep and the other shallow, and the camera shook a bit.

During the Qingming Festival, even if there is no rain, it is still cloudy. In this wilderness, there are many graves and mounds, which makes people a little scared.

Zhang Chaoyue turned around suddenly and raised his shovel.

I don't know if the impact of witnessing the killing of pigs before was too great, and seeing Zhang Chaoyue light up the shovel.

The cameraman suddenly remembered the scene where she raised a knife and was full of murderous aura.

"Ah... don't come here again!" He almost fell over.

The audience in the live broadcast room were overjoyed, and they swiped a wave of pictures of lifting the knife.

"At first, I saw that there were graves all over the place, which was a bit gloomy and scary, but seeing Zhang Chaoyue's murderous look, I think we are not even afraid of her, but a ghost."

"I feel that ghosts may be afraid of Zhang Chaoyue!"

"Be more confident upstairs and get rid of the feeling."

Zhang Chaoyue swung his shovel and slapped a snake hanging from a nearby branch.

Seeing the performance of the cameraman brother, I thought he was frightened by the snake, so he said quickly: "It's okay, this is the black-browed snake, it's not poisonous."

The audience in the live broadcast room laughed even louder.

"Hahahaha, Miss Chaoyue is so cute, doesn't she know that it's not the snake that the cameraman is afraid of, but her!"

"We are not afraid of ghosts, we are not afraid of snakes, we are afraid of surpassing Miss Sister."

At this time, Zhang Chaoyue and his parents had already started mowing grass, chopping trees, digging soil, and filling graves.

Zhang Chaoyue here rolled up his sleeves, revealing his slender arms.

Take a shovel and aim at a small sapling that reaches her waist, stabbing and pulling.

The slender roots are all uprooted.

Then, starting from the bottom of the tomb, exerting a slight force on the arm, stepping on the head of the shovel, and kicking down.

Then repeat obliquely, and a complete piece of soil will come out.

He raised his hand a little, and dug a circle of soil along the tomb.

After finishing the soil cultivation, the hanging flag was inserted again. The sweat on Zhang Chaoyue's forehead dripped into the soil along the tip of his hair.

Afterwards, Zhang Chaoyue took out all the green balls from the bamboo basket and placed them neatly in front of the tombstone of a large earthen grave.

At the same time, he took out all the cut props from the snakeskin pocket.

All kinds of paper money, aircraft tanks, cannons and machine guns.

There are also thousands of bright red firecrackers.

"You're so handsome. Miss Chaoyue from my family is not only in good shape, but also has first-class strength."

"No, I want to bring my best friend from Hua Yuchen to study with me."

"Life lies in learning, and I want to drag Xu Kun's silly daughter-in-law to study."

But at this moment in the live broadcast room, due to the increase in the number of online users, more and more black fans gathered.

Fans of Hua Yuchen, Cai Xukun and others, in particular, have long since become angry, and swiped their screens one after another when they saw this.

"Isn't it just digging, is there anything you can be proud of?"

"Zhang Chaoyue, the little bitch, is spreading feudal superstition again."

"Damn it, I just want to get red eyeballs, rubbish!"

"That's right, everyone go and report her with me."

"I have successfully reported, am I proud?"

Mr. Li, who had already arrived in front of the martyrs' cemetery, glanced at Zhang Chaoyue's live broadcast room, and frowned.

"Bullshit!"

(End of this chapter)