Live Broadcast: My Leisure Country Life

The next morning.

Xishui Village, which had been quiet for a day, gradually woke up, and the early morning mist shrouded the mountains, adding a mystery to the mountains.

"Snack food, if you steal it again, there will be no seeds.

Staying in the backyard, Chen Tian was wearing a pair of big pants and a white vest, and was tending the land, and the underground little white rabbit helped to plant small red fruits in the soil.

These little red fruits were purchased by Chen Tian in the system mall. They tasted very delicious, but the price was a little expensive.

Chen Tian wondered if he could bury the fruits in the system mall, and if he could plant fruit trees directly, and when the results came, he wouldn't have to go to the system mall to buy them.

"Cuckoo"

The little white rabbit swallowed and reluctantly buried half of the red fruit he had eaten in his hands into the soil, covering up the soil as if to say goodbye.

"Looking at the reluctance of the little rabbit is so cute."

"What a cute little white rabbit, I want to raise a rabbit."

"Anchor, your little white rabbit is too smart, and even helps to plant fruit. 99

Just yesterday, during the live broadcast of the competition, Chen Tian's followers increased by 800,000! Now Chen Tian has 2.6 million followers!

Many of these new audience members came from Zhao Dong and Xiao Xuanxuan during the competition yesterday.

For these people, as long as they don't play tricks on the barrage, Chen Tian is still very welcome, good ones can provide prestige, no loss!

After burying the fruit in his hand, Chen Tian kicked the little white rabbit, "Okay, snack food, go water it."

"Cuckoo"

The little white rabbit jumped back to its cave, and when it came out again, he held a shower in his hand, which was filled with spiritual water.

And in Little White Rabbit's cave, the interior space is actually extremely huge. Ten buckets of spiritual water are stored in it, which are used to water vegetables and purple bamboo forests. Chen Tian will continue to replenish it if it is not enough.

Watching Little White Rabbit watering the fruit field a little bit seriously, Chen Tian left with his hands behind his back, and handed the fruit field to Little White Rabbit to take care of, he was still very relieved, this snack food guy has always been serious about his food.

When I came to the front yard, my grandfather was cleaning up the sawdust on the ground in the courtyard. Those sawdust were the leftovers left by Chen Tian after using huanghuali as furniture yesterday.

After grandpa's scraps were collected together, they were thrown into the stove as firewood.

"Grandpa, don't..." Chen Tian was about to stop the exit, but Grandpa had already set the wood on fire.

"What's wrong?" Grandpa turned back and asked in confusion as he threw huanghuali wood into the fire.

"No, nothing."

Chen Tian caressed his forehead helplessly. He never told his grandparents that the wood used to make furniture at home was a precious and top-quality huanghuali, and they always thought that these woods were no different from those ordinary woods on the mountain.

If Grandpa knew that the bit of huanghuali wood he just burned could be worth tens of thousands, I don't know how he would feel.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was stunned when they saw this scene, it was huanghuali that cost 3,000 oceans per pound of wood!

"I'm going! Huanghuali wood is used as firewood?!!"

"Fuck! Grandpa! Stop! This is Huanghuali!! You are burning money!

"God, it turns out that the anchor's prodigal behavior was learned from grandpa!"

"Don't, grandpa, stop, if your family is short of firewood, tell me! I'll pull a cart for you, please put down the huanghuali in your hand!

The barrage was boiling for a while, and when they saw Huanghuali thrown into the fire, everyone was so distressed that they twitched.

Chen Tian didn't feel much. These leftovers could no longer be used as furniture. He originally planned to use them to make small crafts when he had time to give back to the fans.

Now it seems that it is unnecessary, grandpa has already regarded them as firewood...

A meal of noodles in the morning is extremely expensive, isn't it? The noodles cooked with tens of thousands of huanghuali are not expensive. The audience in the live broadcast room for this meal is tender and distressed.

"Knock, Knock, Knock..."

After breakfast, Chen Tian was cleaning the dishes when there was a knock at the door of the courtyard.

"Come on, Da Huang, open the door.

When Da Huang heard Chen Tian's voice, he happily wagged his tail and ran to open the door, but the little squirrel was faster, climbed to the door a few times, and opened the courtyard door.

There was an old man with long beard and white hair standing at the door, followed by a middle-aged man with a somewhat similar appearance.

"Dad? Is that it? Why is there no one?" The middle-aged man looked at the little squirrel squatting in front of him suspiciously.

His name is Feng Zhuan, and he is the son of Feng Baishan, the old man in front of him, and Feng Baishan is the old painter who contacted Chen Tian last night to buy a painting of high mountains and flowing water.

Feng Baishan also stared blankly at the big yellow dog and a small squirrel who opened the door for them...

"Is anyone home please?"

Out of courtesy, Feng Baishan did not come in, but greeted him.

Chen Tian was washing dishes in the kitchen, when he heard the voice stick his head out from the door, looked at Feng Baishan and others at the entrance of the courtyard and shouted: Come in, sit first, and wait until I'm done.

Feng Lao saw Chen Tian, ​​his eyes lit up, and he clearly recognized Chen Tian, ​​"Okay, little brother is busy first."

Feng Baishan entered the courtyard and found a chair to sit down. Feng Zhuan also found a seat and sat down, looking around the courtyard.

"Who are these two, the anchor's house has another guest?"

"Why does it feel a little familiar.

"I'll go! That's Professor Feng Baishan Feng, the famous professor of Qinghua Academy of Fine Arts! The master in the art world!

Really "Fake? Qinghua's professor?! Why did you come to the anchor's house?"

"Isn't it here to buy paintings? The anchor's paintings are so awesome? Even Professor Feng from the Academy of Fine Arts was shocked?!"

"???Is it true that everyone's price was true yesterday? It turns out that I was the only one who made a random price? You are all real local tyrants??!"

Many people in the live broadcast room recognized Bai Shanfeng's identity, a master in the art world, and each painting is not less than one million, and he asks without responsibility!

(Zhao Nuozhao) And such a successful person came to the anchor's house in person, and everyone was excited.

"You are Mr. Feng.

Chen Tian washed the dishes, wiped his hands, and came to the courtyard to make a pot of tea for Feng Baishan and others.

"Yes, little brother, I don't know that painting.

When Feng Baishan saw Chen Tian came out, he couldn't help but get up and wanted to see the painting. He looked very anxious, as if the painting was about to run away a second later.

No wonder Feng Baishan was so excited. When he saw the landscape painting through the live broadcast room last night, he was really shocked.

Chen Tian was not in a hurry, after taking a sip of tea, he looked at the little squirrel beside him, "Little squirrel, take out the painting.

Chen Tian's words made Feng Baishan stunned, but saw the little squirrels jumping into Chen Tian's room.

Feng Baishan was amazed when he saw this scene, he quickly took the painting carefully from the little squirrel, spread it out, and the mountain and flowing water came into view.

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