Live Broadcast: My Leisurely Life In A Mountain Village

The influence of official Weibo is actually not that great.

However, this represents a signal, a weather vane.

Once it has something to do with Chinese painting, art, and inheritance.

Then, some marketing accounts must be cautious.

Because once you follow the wrong wind direction, it is easy to fall.

This time, there was an official Weibo release, so they had nothing to fear, and just sent all kinds of rainbow farts.

For a while, Chen Yang's popularity on Weibo was the same.

Even Flying Fish took advantage of this wave of dividends, and its traffic surged.

For Chen Yang, this was also a surprise.

Looking at the live broadcast room, which has successfully exceeded 4 million people, he was filled with emotion.

More than a month ago, he was just a novice who had just stepped into the live broadcast industry.

Now, except for the number of people online, other aspects are firmly in the position of the first brother.

And no one can shake it.

"The weather forecast says that the rain will stop today."

Just after saying "830", the rain stopped.

Chen Yang blinked.

"Hahaha, Mr. Chen, you are so smart!"

"The legendary word can't follow, I want you to stop, do you dare to stop?"

"Master Chen can go up the mountain to play in the mud, surprise surprise."

Chen Yang walked into the yard, raised his head, and suddenly said in surprise: "Rainbow!"

The camera rolls.

A rainbow spans both sides of Nanshan.

The weather after the rain is over, the weather is so beautiful that people want to lie in bed and have a good night's sleep.

"It's been a long time since I've seen a rainbow. When I was working in the city, I basically didn't want to see a rainbow.

"Environmental pollution and the hustle and bustle in the air have made rainbows appear less and less.

"Unexpectedly, when I returned to my hometown, I saw a rainbow after the first heavy rain."

"There is a saying on our side, if you go up the mountain in the rainbow sky, you will be accompanied by good luck."

"So, I can't live up to this rainbow, eat something, pack up and go up the mountain!"

After lunch, Chen Yang carried the bamboo basket on his back.

"Three months after the rain, there are three treasures on the mountain. Do you know which three treasures it is?"

"Mushroom seeds, winter bamboo shoots, and wild tea.

"It's not long before the Qingming Festival. In half a month or so, the winter bamboo shoots will pop up, breaking through the moist soil, and the tender green shoots will emerge, turning into spring bamboo shoots."

"And the fungus will grow out quickly after the rain. Even if you didn't find anything there the day before, if you go there the next day, you will be able to harvest a lot."

"This is the gift of nature to human beings. Living in the mountains, as long as you are in awe, the mountains will never let you down."

"Master Chen is right."

"This passage is really level."

"Master Chen, you haven't finished talking yet, where is Wild Tea?"

Chen Yang carried a small bamboo basket on his back, prepared all the equipment, walked out of the yard, and said, "Everyone should have heard a word, Mingqian tea."

"The so-called Mingqian tea refers to the tea before Qingming."

"Mingqian tea is often sold at a very high price. In fact, it doesn't mean that Mingqian tea is so delicious. People's tongues can't distinguish too many flavors, and the subtle differences are basically indistinguishable."

"The origin of the real Mingqian tea has to be traced back thousands of years ago. At that time, Mingqian tea was required by the royal family, and its most important purpose was to send it to the imperial capital before the Ching Ming Festival for the emperor's suburbs." Sacrifice, that is, it is used to worship the emperor's ancestors, and then shared with the royal family and close officials. That is to say, for thousands of years, the most important function of Mingqian tea is to sacrifice, not to drink.

"Knowledge points, friends!"

"Understood, so that's what happened."

Chen Yang said: "I also often drink tea. Basically, as long as it is new tea, it will not be too bad to drink. And the weather is different every year. When spring comes late, tea trees also germinate later. Some teas before Ming Dynasty are more suitable for Qingming. It is better to pick it in the next few days. Therefore, it is not that Mingqian tea is delicious, but that new tea is delicious."

"So if you go to buy tea, you don't have to worry about the tea before the Ming Dynasty or the tea after the Ming Dynasty. The difference is not big."

"Master Chen, I think you should stop talking about this topic.

"Yes, if you say this, you will recruit gangsters."

"I guess it won't be long before a tea merchant will come to blackmail you."

Chen Yang said: "I'm not afraid of the dark, I just speak out what I know."

"This spring comes early this year, and the output of Mingqian tea will be very large. Many people will choose this time to go to the mountains to pick wild tea."

"Uncle Zhuzi and his family planted a tea tree in the past. There are several wild tea trees beside their tea tree. Really, it is not an exaggeration to say that the wild tea is more fragrant than the cultivated tea. There is no doubt about it today!"

After walking a few steps, I saw a familiar figure walking towards me in the distance.

Chen Yang stopped walking consciously.

"Hahaha, Uncle Zhuzi is here again!"

"Uncle Zhuzi: Every cause has its fruit, your retribution is me!"

"Uncle Zhuzi: I've been waiting for you here for three lifetimes just to pass you by every day in this lifetime.

Chen Yang was helpless.

Uncle Zhuzi has been spoiled by this group of sand sculptures.

"Yangyang, you will go up the mountain as soon as the rain stops?"

"Yeah, go pick some mushrooms and come back to make sauce, and then check to see if the piece of wild tea is ripe..."

"It should be ripe, spring will come early this year."

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Zhuzi." Chen Yang said: "I remember you made bamboo wine last year, have you finished it?"

"No, there are quite a few left untouched. Oh, by the way, I also got a few in the mountains. You just go and see if you can find them."

"Which piece?"

"Just go to the direction of Girl Lake. There are signs on the pillars. Do you know where to look?"

"I know."

"Slow down on the road, the rain has just stopped, and the road is difficult to walk."

Separated from Uncle Zhuzi, Chen Yang went home again.

"Uncle Zhuzi's bamboo wine is still available. I'm lucky today."

He took a big bottle and put it in a bamboo basket and went out.

As a result, as soon as I went out, a car drove past the village entrance.

There was a loud bang.

Chen Yang looked over immediately.

"Hold the grass, was there a car accident?"

"No way, this is a village, does this guy drive without slowing down?"

"Nimma, are you alright?"

Chen Yang walked over quickly, heaved a sigh of relief: "I didn't hit anyone, I hit a chicken..."

"Bumping Chicken...Talent!"

"I still drive a Mercedes-Benz, are rich people so unqualified?"

"Don't generalize, I am also rich, so I am very qualified.

"Brother, wake up, you have no money!"

Chen Yang walked over, and the family also heard the movement and came out.

"Yangyang, is your friend's car?" The head of the household came out, frowned and looked at the chicken that was hit to death, and asked.

"Uncle Guilin, you are not my friend."

The owner of the car also came down, "It's a ten-year-old man. 0.1

He apologized as soon as he got out of the car: "Sorry sorry, I didn't pay attention, I'm really sorry, how much is this chicken, I will compensate you."

Chen Guilin got a little angry: "Don't you have eyes when driving? You can't see the chickens I raise? What kind of place is this? This is a village. Why are you driving so fast?"

The man continued to apologize: "Yes, yes, you are right, I was the one who drove faster, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry.

Seeing his attitude, Chen Guilin lost his temper a lot and said, "Fifty yuan."

"Fifty?" The man froze for a moment, looked at this not-so-small chicken, and looked at Chen Guilin: "Could it be too little?"

But he heard that in many places, chickens are placed horizontally in the middle, waiting for outsiders to crush them, killing a thousand yuan a chicken.

No money?

Ha ha, then you don't want to leave.

He was ready for the opponent's lion to open his mouth, but it turned out that it only cost fifty yuan.

He couldn't believe his ears. .