Livestream: I raise animals at home
1 Farmer at the foot of Qin Ling Mountain

Mr. Seven

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"Good morning, everyone. A new day has begun. Let the streamer bring everyone to experience the beauty of nature.”

At the foot of a nameless mountain in the Qinling Mountain Range, Xia Hong finished washing up and started his live broadcast as usual.

As an undergraduate student who majored in biology, if he didn't get into postgraduate studies, he would be unemployed.

Fortunately, the heavens had treated him well. He had unexpectedly obtained the Farmer System.

As the name suggested, the role of the Farmer System was to help Xia Hong grow things.

Xia Hong was able to come here because he had followed the guidance of the system and chosen this beautiful place with green mountains and rivers.

As for why Xia Hong would do a live broadcast, it had to start from the strange rules of the farmer system.

In the words of the system, Xia Hong, who was about to become a farmer of the new era, definitely could not be like the farmers of the past who only knew how to work hard.

In order to encourage Xia Hong to grow into a qualified farmer, the system specially stipulated that Xia Hong must think of ways to increase his popularity.

As a reward, when there are 100 people, 1,000 people, 10,000 people, 100,000 people, and so on, Xia Hong can obtain a chance to draw.

According to the system, the prizes were all related to the farmer profession, but one thing was certain: they were all good things.

Xia Hong thought about it. There seemed to be no other way to quickly make others familiar with him other than live streaming.

Hence, the scene where Xia Hong turned on the live broadcast just now.

Here, there was no so-called system newcomer gift bag. Xia Hong could only rely on the city people's yearning for the mountains and fields to slowly accumulate the popularity of the live broadcast room.

After half a year of non-stop live streaming, the number of people in his live streaming room finally broke through 100 a month ago.

However, when he drew the lottery with anticipation, the items he obtained made him speechless for a long time.

The prize was none other than an ordinary radish seed.

It didn't have hundreds of millions of cash like in novels, nor did it have a flashy sports car. It was just a simple seed.

At that time, he looked at the two bags of radish seeds in his hands and suspected that he might be African. His hands were too dark.

In the end, there was no other way. Xia Hong could only plant the carrots in front of the simple house he built.

He carefully put away the other bag of radish seeds and prepared to plant them in autumn.

One had to know that these two bags of seeds were the result of his hard work in broadcasting for half a year. No matter how much he despised them, he treated them like treasures.

"The carrots that we planted a month ago are finally going to be harvested today. Are you ready to dig for carrots with me?”

Xia Hong said as he opened the door and walked towards the radish field.

"Host, can you stop dawdling? Hurry up. I still want to see how our radish looks.”

"That's right. Host, you should be more efficient. Everyone is very busy.”

The few viewers in the live broadcast room were quite disdainful of Xia Hong's behavior of hanging people's appetites.

These people were also considered Xia Hong's loyal audience. They were already quite familiar with Xia Hong. They spoke very directly and did not stand out at all.

Xia Hong smiled bitterly and quickened his pace. Since the audience wanted to see Radish earlier, he would delay it.

In less than two minutes, a green radish field of about 20 square meters appeared in front of Xia Hong.

Xia Hong first fixed the phone and aimed it at the radish field so that the audience could see the process of him digging the radish.

Then, he took the hoe and bamboo basket that he had bought outside the mountain with great difficulty and began to dig from the edge.

With a hoe, Xia Hong only heard a crack, the hoe deeply pierced into the ground.

"Streamer, did you do any farm work? Radish isn't dug up. Haven't you heard of the song 'Pulling Radish?”

"Host, you're so stupid. Don't dig. Pull it out with your hands. Only then can you get the radish out completely.”

"Aiya, I can't stand it anymore. I really want to go over and do it myself.”

The moment Xia Hong waved his hoe, the few viewers in the live broadcast room exploded.

This was the first time they saw someone harvesting radishes with a hoe.

However, Xia Hong, who was focused on swinging the hoe, naturally couldn't see the bullet screen in the live broadcast room. Therefore, when he heard the "click" sound, he realized that something was wrong.

Xia Hong pulled out the hoe and threw it to the side. He squatted down and tried to pull it out. The radish was easily pulled out.

However, the radish he pulled out was not complete. There was still a portion left in the ground, so he only pulled out the upper half.

Without waiting for Xia Hong to dig the remaining half of the soil, a very pleasant fragrance pervaded the air.

Xia Hong followed the taste and immediately determined that this fragrance was coming from the broken radish.

"Wow, everyone, our radish smells so good. It smells so appetizing.”

Xia Hong took the radish and ran to the phone. He swallowed his saliva and said to the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Host, keep pretending. As a proper village child, how can I not know what radish tastes like?”

"Streamer, if you want to hide your ignorance just now, can you find a better topic?”

"The radish smells so good. You really don't even have a draft when bragging.”

Xia Hong looked at the doubts of the audience on the bullet screen in the live broadcast room and was dumbfounded.

He was telling the truth. The radish smelled really good, and the more he smelled it, the more he wanted to eat it.

He could understand that the audience couldn't smell it, but he didn't know what they were talking about when they said that he was trying to hide his embarrassment.

"It's fine if you don't believe me. I…"

"Run, streamer, run!"

Xia Hong was about to tell the audience again when he suddenly saw the bullet screen change from the previous style to telling him to run quickly.

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