Breeding Mermaid Cubs

"That's all for today's live broadcast, see you at the same time tomorrow."

As the clear voice slid across, the food picture on a suspended blue silver screen suddenly disappeared and turned into a settlement page.

Wang Qingye wiped his slender fingers on the ashes around his waist, and lightly touched the two large characters of settlement on the screen. A circle of ripples splashed on the screen, but there was no real tactile sensation, just like touching the air, and immediately A mechanical sound sounded.

[The reward for today's live broadcast is [-] grams of salt. 】

Wang Qingye nodded, ready to continue listening, but the air fell into silence, and he couldn't help saying: "And then?"

【Gone. 】

".......Today, it was broadcast for four and ten minutes, and there was only 10 grams of salt?"

[Host, you only have three sentences for each live broadcast. The first sentence welcomes everyone to enter the live broadcast room, the middle sentence says that the food is ready, and the last sentence ends today's live broadcast.Thank goodness for receiving a tip. 】

Wang Qingye took a deep breath, opened his mouth to refute, then sighed but fell silent again. There was no less quarrel this month, and the quarrels are the same. Arguing with this broken system from left to right can't change anything. Too lazy to waste my tongue.

A month ago, he had an accident while diving in the South China Sea. When he woke up again, he appeared in this quaint fisherman's town called Xiacheng, and he was also bound to a food live broadcast system, which required live broadcast of food.

Cooking is easy, but it’s hard for a smart woman to cook without rice, and she has nothing after time travel. Even the small house where she is staying now is borrowed money from the pawn shop, let alone how much money she has to buy good ingredients to cook some decent meals.

The rice bought during the day is all rotten and broken rice, and the cooking lacks salt and oil, so it is naturally not suitable for gourmet food.

The system even fooled him into saying that audiences like to watch down-to-earth and lively food productions, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet. There were indeed a lot of people who watched the broadcast the first day, but they were not very friendly, and they all scolded the anchor for selling poorly. , what kind of hands are long and good-looking, they are not like children from poor families, pretending to be poor, the establishment of people is too fake...

After a month, I have accumulated thirty fans, half of them are zombie fans, and half are for his good looks.

But don't look at the total number of fans is only so small, as long as he starts the live broadcast, at least seven or eight times as many people will come as the total number of fans. These people seem to be waiting for him specially. spent a month there.

In this live broadcast environment, he was able to say three sentences in the whole live broadcast because of those few fans.

But the only consolation is that the group of people in the live broadcast room think they are upright, and they even give some gifts after cursing and cursing. Although it is not painful, it may be ten grams of pepper powder, thirty grams of chicken essence, and fifty grams of table salt ………… Although the quantity is not much, but the accumulation of small amounts, even if Wang Qingye does not go out to buy seasonings, it is still enough to cook some meals by himself, and the seasonings bought outside are not as good as the seasonings for rewards use.

It's just that the number of people entering the live broadcast room in recent days is not as good as before. Most of them are only in their early [-]s, and the number of rewards has also decreased. The situation is not optimistic. The pawnshops came to collect debts yesterday, and the poor life has become worse.

Wang Qingye thought that going on like this was not an option, he had to go out and find an errand to do, or make the live broadcast work well, if the live broadcast was changed to another scene, he wondered if the effect could be improved.

Just as he was thinking about it, the wooden door outside the courtyard let out an ancient cry, and he quickly closed the system and went out.

"Wang Qingye, Wang Qingye, are you at home?"

Wang Qingye opened the door, and there was a barefoot old man standing at the door, his trouser legs were still rolled up on his calves, as if he had just returned from the sea.

"Zhang Wubo? Why are you here? Come in and sit down."

The sea breeze has been blowing all the year round, the old man's face was dark, he habitually squinted his eyes when he raised his head, waved his hand at Wang Qingye, and then handed over a bunch of crabs in his hand: "I just came back from the sea today. Yes, fresh."

Wang Qingye looked at more than a dozen crabs tied to foxtail vines, all of them were round and fat, obviously specially selected.

Autumn is cool and crisp, which is a good season for crab production. Xiacheng is near the sea, and the price of seafood is not high. At this time, crabs cost three to five yuan a piece in the market.

Fishermen who go out to sea to salvage can also sell at this price if they sell it by themselves, but it takes a lot of time to set up a stall in the market by themselves, and they have to spend money to rent a stall. The stall owners sold the seafood at the same time, and the price of crabs went down again, and the fishermen might only earn a penny or two if they got one.

No matter how cheap the price is, it will be given away for nothing.

"Uncle Wu, you send things here and there, how can I have the nerve to accept them again?"

Uncle Wu's surname is Zhang, and he is the fifth eldest child. Everyone of his generation calls him Zhang Wu. Because he is good at fishing with both hands, younger fishermen all respect him as Uncle Wu. As for his real name, few people remember it neatly. .

Wang Qingye didn't go to pick up the crabs, since he moved here, the old man brought him seafood from time to time, whenever the old man went out to sea, he would bring him something, maybe crabs, maybe small yellow croakers, maybe some Groceries that vary in size and are not easy to sell...not many at a time, but it is enough for him to eat two meals.

Apart from living close to each other, the two are actually not close relatives, so Wang Qingye felt embarrassed to make trouble.

"Just take it, I have something to trouble you." Zhang Wu forcefully stuffed the grass and vines into Wang Qingye's hands, and turned his hands behind his back: "I'm going out tomorrow, I'm afraid I have to go out." I won’t be back until the next day, so I have to ask you to take care of my home.”

Zhang Wu is a widower, and now he has a daughter who is just sixteen years old. The father and daughter depend on each other for life. He takes care of his daughter very closely. It is reasonable for Wang Qingye to help him watch over his daughter when he is going on a long trip.

"Okay, don't worry." Wang Qingye said: "But Xiacheng's seafood is not easy to sell. Are you going to another county?"

"No, I'm planning to go to Dashi Village. It takes half a day for Xiacheng to go out." Zhang Wudao: "In the early years, when Yan'er's mother was still alive, she made a marriage for her. It was her mother's cousin in Dashi Village. A kid. I have been walking around occasionally in the past two years, but at the beginning of the year, I heard that the kid was a child, and there has been no news for half a year. I am afraid that if he becomes famous, he will look down on us poor fishermen."

Speaking of this, Zhang Wu frowned, and sighed slightly: "I was thinking that I should go over and see what the other side thinks, seeing that Yan'er has reached the age of marriage, if there is no one there Zhun Xin'er, isn't it just waiting for Yan'er's good time for nothing?"

"The beloved son of the parents has a far-reaching plan for it. It is difficult for Zhang Wubo to consider Yan'er so thoughtfully."

"Yanerniang left early, and I'm the only one who has been keeping an eye on these things." Zhang Wu shook his head and said worriedly, "I just don't know what to bring to the door so as not to lose face. After all, I'm a scholar. It's also a good marriage. Hey, Wang Lang, you are not very old and you are not yet married. Why don't you give me some advice on what to bring? I used to send seafood, but this time I can only bring some crabs. If you bring something else, it won’t be new, it’s a shame.”

Wang Qingye laughed: "It's always the man's family who came to the door with a gift, and it's already a wish for you to bring something with you."

"Hey, now that kid is a Tongsheng, he is already a sweet pastry, even though the background of that family is almost the same as ours, but he is also a serious scholar."

Wang Qingye understands that this five-hearted person still wants to get married, but he is afraid that his in-laws will look down on their family now.

He thought about it for a while, since he is a scholar, in fact, it is the most dignified and most polite to give some pens, inks, papers and inkstones, but these things are so expensive that ordinary people would not be willing to buy them. The loss was severe, and Zhang Wubo's family was already poor, so he didn't bring it up.

"Uncle Wu, come into the courtyard and wait for me for a while."

After saying that, Wang Qingye hurried into the house with a bunch of straw crabs, and when he came out again, he had an oiled paper bag in his hand: "A little thing, you can see if you can take it."

Zhang Wu raised his eyelids suspiciously, looking at the palm-sized oiled paper package, he was afraid it was a pastry package.It would be a joy to send it to the younger daughter's house, but I'm afraid it's a bit stingy to send it to the man's house.

"Ah! What is this? But sugar?"

Zhang Wu looked at the fine and small particles in the oil paper, which were as white as snow that had never been trampled on the branches in winter. He was surprised and surprised, and looked straight at Wang Qingye.

"It's not sugar, just some fine salt."

"Salt!" Zhang Wu exclaimed, and then laughed. He has lived for decades and eaten salt for decades. Maybe he still can't recognize what salt looks like: "Don't be joking, Wang Lang. Could it be that I still don’t know salt.”

Wang Qingye also smiled lightly: "It's really salt, if you don't believe me, you can taste it."

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Zhang Wu put some salt on his tongue with his little finger in doubt, and the familiar salty taste immediately filled his mouth, his eyes flashed in shock: "It really is salt! "

It’s no wonder Zhang Wu didn’t believe it. Most of the salt on the surface of Xiacheng City contains impurities, and its color is yellowish. The salt that poor people can buy is coarse salt that has not been purified from impurities. It is produced naturally and industrially. Refined salt is no match.

"I heard people say when I was a child that there is well salt in Sichuan that looks like white snow. Is this the well salt in Sichuan?"

Wang Qingye followed suit: "Exactly."

"In the past, it was just bragging, but now I see that there is such a white and delicate salt. It is really an eye-opener!" Zhang Wu sighed, and then returned the oil paper intact to Wang Qingye On: "Such a precious thing, I absolutely cannot have it."

Salt is under the control of the imperial court, and the price of salt is not low. The price of different salts is different, and it is generally between [-] and [-] yuan. The most expensive one is Shuzhongjing salt.

Xiacheng is near the sea, and there are salt fields that produce sea salt. The common people can more or less take advantage of the convenience of being close to the sea. It is not like ordinary remote places that lack salt to eat. Most of the people still use salt, but it is so fine. The salt that Zhang Wu had never seen in the first half of his life was always a rarity.

Salt is precious to ordinary people, but it is nothing to Wang Qingye. Salt is the most common gift in live broadcast rewards. This month, he received two or three catties of salt.

He originally wanted to sell it in a seasoning shop, but salt is under the control of the imperial court. Salt is not sold in ordinary seasoning shops, and naturally no one dares to accept it. I am afraid that he will be charged with illegal salt trafficking if he goes to sell salt. This has been shelved.

"You take it. I stayed in Sichuan back then, and I brought this salt along the way. First, I want to thank you for your care these days, and second, I have something to ask you for."

"You're quick to learn and sell, you kid!" Zhang Wu joked, and couldn't help but look at the oily paper bag again. The white salt is really pleasing to the heart, and it's really decent to give it away: "What are you talking about?" ?”

"Tomorrow you are going on a long trip, and I would like to borrow your fishing boat."

"Are you going to go fishing?" Zhang Wu was a little worried, not because he was afraid that someone would shake the fishing boat away, but because he was afraid that Wang Qingye, who came from elsewhere, would encounter disaster when he went out to sea: "Just tell me what seafood you want. I'll bring you some at home."

"I know Uncle Zhang Wu you are worried, don't worry, I can rock the boat."

Zhang Wu hesitated again and again, unable to let go of the white snow-like refined salt, he gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, come here early tomorrow morning, and I will take you to fetch the boat."

Wang Qingye breathed a sigh of relief, he will finally be able to change the venue for the live broadcast tomorrow!