Chapter 141 System Upgrade
"Come on, brother, do one!"
In the mud house, the big man Tashi Doji put his arm around Bifang's shoulders and gulped down the wine in the bowl without waiting for him to speak. After that, he apologized repeatedly in Mandarin, which was difficult to .
"I'm really sorry for what happened before. It's because you're too shabby, and no one comes here. I was worried when I saw you hanging around the village alone! I apologize to you."
Bifang waved his hand to indicate that he didn't take it to heart, and was also infected by the lively atmosphere here, so he drank two sips of wine.
In this remote village with few entertainment activities, everyone should have turned off the lights and rested early, but the lights were on brightly because of the arrival of a stranger.
Almost all the villagers are Mongolians. Seeing Bifang being so brave in the live broadcast, they naturally welcome and admire him from the bottom of their hearts!
Zhaxi Doji even dragged Bifang home and insisted on apologizing. He also called a large group of people and served everyone a bowl of strong liquor.
The scene suddenly became lively. A big pot was set up on the spot. Everyone took advantage of the excitement to set up a big pot in the middle and cook mutton. The milky white mutton soup was bubbling and boiling.
"Little brother, is that Tik Tok really more than three meters long?"
"Of course it's true. I haven't heard any experts say it's 3.2 meters tall!"
"I can't believe it. There's not a single fish here. It's three meters long and taller than me!"
"There are two of you who are taller than you!"
"You're talking nonsense. I'm only 1.7 meters tall! Drink more and talk less!"
"Why don't you drink, little brother?" someone nearby started to make a fuss.
Zhaxi Duoji slapped his forehead and said, "Oh! I see. There is a lot of yellow sand here, and the wine has a fishy smell. Others can't get used to it! I'll go and get some good wine. I brought it back from the provincial capital!"
"No need, Brother Zhaxi, it's not that I don't want to drink, it's just that my hand is injured, I can't drink too much!"
The villagers were so enthusiastic that Bifang felt embarrassed, but he wouldn't listen to anything these people said.
Finally, the village chief spoke up: "My little brother is injured and can't drink too much. Don't make trouble!"
The crowd then gave up, but they did not stop talking. They surrounded Bifang inside and outside and started chattering and asking questions again.
Zhaxi rolled up his sleeves, with a look of admiration on his face, revealing a look of reminiscing about the past: "When my brother fought the crocodile, he was just as brave as when I fought the wolf!"
"Zhaxi, when have you ever fought a wolf? Didn't you say you peed your pants because you were scared by a wolf? A good horse can be known on the racetrack, and a hero can be known in the wrestling ring. We Mongolians admire warriors the most. Zhaxi, you are not even as good as a hair of my brother!"
"Yeah, that's right. That little brother dared to fight the crocodile for his life. What about you? Three sheep died. Hahaha!"
"Bullshit! You are slandering me! If I hadn't driven it away, it would have killed more people!" Tashi Doji had already drunk half a bowl of wine. Seeing that others were doubting him, his face gradually turned red.
Someone else asked, "Zhaxi, have you ever really killed a wolf?"
Tashi Doji looked at the people who asked him, showing an air of disdain. They then asked, "Then why didn't you bring back even half a wolf's hair?"
Zhaxi immediately looked depressed and uneasy, with a layer of gray on his face, and he was mumbling something; this time it was all because the wolf ran too fast and he didn't catch up in time, so the words were incomprehensible.
At this time, everyone burst into laughter, and the house was filled with a happy atmosphere.
After laughing, the villagers went to Bifang to toast her, expressing their complete admiration for her.
Using a fire hook to poke the charcoal fire, tiny sparks flew up, and the person next to him blew at them with his lips, and they flashed away in a flash.
The man blowing the fire sniffed and said, "It's done!"
"Little brother, try it, it's authentic mutton soup!" everyone greeted him warmly.
Bifang, who had been hungry for many days, didn't care about being polite. He picked up a piece of tender mutton, blew on it and stuffed it into his mouth, then began to chew it comfortably. The smell of alcohol rose up, as if a breath of spicy air was blown out from his heart and lungs. He clapped his knees and shouted "good".
The villagers got excited again and reached out their knives to grab the mutton.
[It’s over. I want to eat meat too! ]
[Damn, poisoning in the middle of the night! Lao Fang is so dishonest! ]
[This is the first time I’ve tasted salt in five days! ]
【I'll trade my donuts! 】
[Isn’t this too enthusiastic? Just slaughter a sheep! ]
[Nonsense, we Mongolians respect warriors the most, not to mention big guys like Fang Shen ! ]
[Love Faning, you give the anchor meatballs * 1.00—Fang Shen, I want to eat it too, what should I do? 】
[You can't help but give the anchor a spaceship*1. —Take it! ]
The fresh and spicy taste brought out everyone's drinking nature. Several villagers were half drunk. They were so hot that they opened their clothes, patted their bellies, and sang difficult-to-understand Mobei folk songs, and the crowd was bustling.
The carnival did not stop until midnight, and Bifang quietly walked out of the house and put away the drone as no one was watching.
"Okay, it's time to say goodbye this time. Did you see? Green plants have appeared in this village. There are even trees in the distance."
"When we were chatting, the villagers told me that they had planted those trees in response to the call for afforestation. Every blade of grass and every tree planted by the people of Qaidam on the Gobi Desert was done with great effort to give future generations a better life. It was not easy."
"Many people say that if there were no Qinghai Lake, the sandstorms in Qaidam would have swallowed up half of China. The Qaidam Basin has changed from an ancient water area to a desert basin today, not only because of the uplift of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, but also because it has changed the circulation pattern of the atmosphere and caused dynamic and thermal effects."
"In fact, there are many reasons for us to ponder. I hope that in a few years, there will be no fossils of 'naked carp' here. I also hope that in a few years, the sky will be clear, the grass will be green, and the lake will be blue."
"That's it, friends! Remember my name and story, and we'll see you next time I broadcast live!"
[No! At least let me finish watching your meal! ]
【Reward to stay】
「Ahhh, it’s gone.」
In the live broadcast room, no matter how hard the audience tried to persuade them to stay, in the end they watched the screen go completely black, with only the heated discussions among netizens remaining.
[By the way, did Master Fang just mention the Lolita fossil? ]
[Stupid, that's a naked carp! It's a very common and beautiful fish in Qinghai Lake, not a loli! Don't let beauty blind your eyes! ]
[Cute girl? Where is the cute girl? ]
【Enterprise-level understanding. 】
"Oh, it's gone again." Wang Xiaocong threw his phone away and fell on the bed.
I finally got two days off to watch it, but it was gone in such a short time. It was so disappointing, and I have to endure it for another ten days.
I don’t know where the next live broadcast will go, or what kind of adventure story will happen.
"I really want to go with you. I don't know when Brother Fang's club will open..."
In this land of more than 9.6 million square kilometers, in countless brightly lit cities, there are many people like Wang Xiaocong.
In today's live broadcast circle, Bifang's live broadcast is groundbreaking, even historic. There is no similar precedent in the whole world, presenting the adventure to everyone in the form of live broadcast.
In the past, it was at most a documentary, about catching big fish and taking a close look at wild beasts, but no one was really confident enough to broadcast it live.
And even if imitators appear, the effect and visual impact will be far less strong than Bifang's. Just look at the shark next door.
Watching their live broadcasts is just for fun, which is totally not okay.
[Ding! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission: Showing your talents, rewards are being distributed, do you want to claim them? ]
Light and shadow flashed by, and the depression and irritability were swept away.
Bifang's face lit up with joy, and just as he was about to receive it, the second electronic sound rang out again.
[Congratulations to the host for completing three R-level tasks. The authority is officially open and the system is being upgraded...]
【Upgrade completed! 】
