After I left the entertainment industry to farm, I became a top star

After Xun Yin thanked the audience for their enthusiasm, she played the second konghou song.

He prepared a total of seven songs for today's live broadcast, most of which were composed by himself, and all of them were inspired by those brilliant ancient poems in the memory of his previous life that should not be buried by time.

The melancholy of "the moon and the moon are full of tears", the no regrets of "the spring silkworms will die until the silkworms die", the solemnity of "the boundless fallen trees and the rustling", the desolation of "the end of the world with frost and snow in the cold night", and the vastness of "the solitary smoke in the desert" , the loneliness of "fishing alone in the cold river and snow" is all narrated under the sound of the piano...

The audience is like a solitary boat floating on the sea, marveling at the waves higher than the waves. In the end, they can't think about where the upper limit of the anchor's talent is. They just want to follow him and worship him. In this magnificent and beautiful intertwined In the sound of the piano, there is a dream for thousands of years.

It wasn't until the sun rose directly above the farmland that the sunlight pouring into the glass room became much stronger. Only then did Xun Yin let go of the strings of the piano and looked at the shadow cast on the ground: "It's getting late."

"I'm going to make lunch, see you this afternoon."

Hearing the anchor's farewell, Qu Ruixue was shocked, only to realize that three hours had passed.

She originally only wanted to go into the live broadcast room to take a look, but she didn't expect to see it all morning.

As for other live broadcast rooms... Naturally, I don't have time to watch them.

The sun room, sea of ​​roses, and the anchor sitting in the sea of ​​flowers turned into pieces of light and shadow.

Qu Ruixue took off the holographic helmet and thought to herself, the anchor will broadcast live for three hours every morning and afternoon, and the sub-card of the holographic live broadcast experience store is 99.8 star coins, and the daily card is 150 star coins. In this way, the second card seems to be less cost-effective than the daily card .

The monthly card costs 3000 star coins, which is much less than before... Of course, what she wants most is to buy a holographic helmet in person, so that she can watch the holographic live broadcast anytime, anywhere.

A holographic helmet is 1.8 star coins, which is almost her monthly income, and also her monthly card money for six months...

Qu Ruixue was calculating, and before she reached the door, she heard many hurried footsteps behind her.

"Hello, I want a holographic helmet!"

"I want one too!"

"I... I will apply for a monthly card! I want to buy a helmet next month. You won't be out of stock here, will you?"

"No, you can leave your contact information to make an appointment."

Countless voices of men, women and children overlapped together, among them were the staff who were so busy picking up goods and explaining that their feet didn't touch the floor. Before Qu Ruixue had time to think about it, she gritted her teeth, squeezed to the front of the counter, and said loudly, "I'll buy one too. !"

Shortly after--

Qu Ruixue and her friend walked out of the shopping mall in the sunshine, each holding a helmet.

She said: "I was impulsive."

The friend asked: "Return the product? It's still too late."

"……just forget it."

Fresh air poured into her nostrils, Qu Ruixue raised her head, and suddenly found that today's sky is exceptionally blue, and the wind is exceptionally...

and many more!

The breeze blew over her cheek, and there was a slight tingling pain from the wound damaged by the Zerg's limbs, and Qu Ruixue realized that she hadn't worn a mask all this time.

For some reason, the usual non-stop pain with insects burrowing into the flesh seemed to let her go temporarily, making her ignore this matter.

Qu Ruixue hurriedly searched in her bag, but the mask might have been squeezed out when she bought the holographic helmet before, and the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it. Her forehead was sweating, and she felt that everyone on the street seemed to be looking at her, so she had to ask her friend Ask for help: "Xiao Hagi..."

The friend hurried to catch up with her and searched with her, but for some reason, her movements became slower and slower.

"Ruixue..." Xiao Hagi looked at her face intently for a few seconds, then turned on the camera of the light brain, and said hesitantly, "Look, the injury on your face...has it faded a little?"

On the snow-white and translucent cheek due to not seeing the light for many years, the scar across the corner of the mouth has lost a few traces of black and blue, and it looks less ferocious than before.

Qu Ruixue glanced at the camera hesitantly from the corner of her eye, and then again...

Gradually, she reached out and snatched the optical brain, endless surprise burst out in her eyes.

"It's the music! It must be because of the music!"

……

At the same time, Central Star, Central Comprehensive University.

"Boom", the chair in the dormitory was knocked over by someone, and the boy who jumped off the chair hissed, ignoring the bruise on his knee, holding a holographic helmet and said to his roommate, "Lend me to use it!"

"Oh," my roommate winked at the excited expression on his face and said, "Did you watch the live broadcast that was recommended to you? It was recommended to me by the girl from the art university next door! The junior artist's performance, if it wasn't for Senior Brother Luo Gambling with a starlet, 6 yuan can't even afford the tickets for his concert!"

"Such a good opportunity, my buddy just gave it to you, isn't it interesting?"

The boy was embarrassed to say that he entered the wrong live broadcast room. He remembered the knowledge of ancient poetry and prose that he had consulted with the anchor, and walked out of the room quickly. The voice came from afar——

"I'll go find my mentor! Come back and pay you back!"

correct!He forgot to ask the anchor's name!

Also, buy a holographic helmet ASAP, no, buy 3!One for the tutor, one for the roommate, and the helmet in his arms, as a souvenir of the anchor's precious knowledge, he wants to treasure it!

---

Rose beta star.

For the time being, Xun Yin doesn't know how two girls on a distant planet are anticipating and nervously comparing the scars on their faces, nor does he know that a graduate student and tutor in a more distant galaxy are analyzing the explanation he left word by word.After he quit the live broadcast, he glanced at the number of followers in the live broadcast room.

"6100298."

"Much better than I expected."

With more than 600 million followers, it is not worth mentioning when compared with Xun Yin's hundreds of millions of fans when he was still a vase, but it is quite rare to achieve such an effect in a live broadcast without showing his face.

Not to mention, these fans are real, not watered down at all.

Xun Yin immediately looked back at Ning Moran, he knew what the other party must have done in it.

Ning Moran gave a congratulatory smile, stretched his hand into his pocket, and gracefully took out a branch...

Uh, crushed roses.

It was when I was watching the live broadcast that I got angry.

The poor general only knew how to perform miracles in his short life of more than 20 years, but he didn't know how to take care of a delicate flower. His face turned red all of a sudden.

"This one……"

【Ugh……】

The live broadcast room for the general public is closed, but the live broadcast room for the expeditionary army is still there. Many expeditionary troops watched their general's behavior and covered their faces——

[Admiral, you can't please people like this! 】

[Bai gave you an idea! 】

[We bought the roses through crowdfunding. Do you know that there are no roses in the Rose Galaxy, how much does it cost to smuggle one from outside? 】

[One, one, ten thousand! 】

"........."

In the silence, Xun Yin smiled brightly, took Ning Moran's hand, lowered his head and sniffed the palm stained with flower juice.

"It smells so good." He raised his head in Ning Moran's eyes that suddenly deepened, and licked off a drop of bright red rose juice from the tip of his lips.

Then he took the rose that was more messy than before, and said with a smile, "How do you know that I want to eat rose cake at noon?"

"Do more and give you half."

Ning Moran's gaze closely followed his fingertips, and he saw Xun Yin tear off a petal with his hand playing the piano, and shook it under his nose, as if to let Ning Moran smell it.

Then, with a twist of the arm, the soft blood-red petal disappeared between the lips and teeth.

"Well, it's an edible variety." Xun Yin nodded seriously, and walked into the kitchen.

The regret of the expeditionary forces turned into jealousy.

[Wuwu, where can I find such a kind and considerate living god like Master Xun?I could bring my own roses! 】

[You have been banned by the administrator for 1000 months. 】

【…】

1000 months?Can't unblock it in this life?

Fortunately, the admiral was not so cruel to the point of inhumanity, the silence is silence, after all, let the expeditionary army eat the delicious meal made by Master Xun.

Six dishes were put on the table, including vegetables and meat, and a stack of bright red rose cakes.

The rose cake was only a quarter of the size of a palm. It was carved into the shape of a flower and decorated with a few green leaves. It looked like a plate of blooming flowers from a distance. It was fragrant and beautiful, more like a work of art than food.

Xun Yin reached out and picked up a piece, and handed it to Ning Moran: "Taste it."

The outermost layer of the rose cake is covered with a layer of white rice flour, which is red and white, sweet and delicious.

Ning Moran looked at Xun Yin's fingertips that were more delicate and clear than rice noodles, his eyes darkened slightly, he didn't reach out to pick it up, but leaned over and took a bite.

And his empty hand reached out to Xun Yin's cheek, wiping off a trace of rice flour on it.

"There's something here."

A little heat appeared on Xun Yin's face where it was touched, and spread behind his ears.

He looked up and saw Ning Moran bit off the piece of rose cake he gave him, then reached out to take another piece, and ate it clean with his hands stained with rice flour.

...not a single trace remained.

The system snorted and said jealously: [Is he a dog? 】

The enthusiasm on Xun Yin's face deepened: [Shut up!What's wrong with dogs?I just love dogs! 】

System: [You said before that you like cats! ! 】

Xun Yin: [I've changed my mind! 】

Jealousy turned the system into such a big cat, waving its bowl-sized cat claws to attack Ning Moran from the air, pouted its buttocks and tore his face, and kicked his hair wildly with its four claws facing the sky.

Ning Moran didn't know it. After he finished eating, he asked, "What's in this rose cake? It's so sweet."

Xun Yin: "No sugar."

The two were silent for a moment.

Xun Yin coughed lightly: "Maybe it's nectar."

Ning Moran: "No wonder it's still very fragrant."

The expeditionary forces in the live broadcast room looked at each other, and someone couldn't help asking: [Do roses have nectar? 】

How did he remember that Rosaceae plants don't have nectaries?

In the next second, the expeditionary army who sent out the barrage was silenced by the respected general.

He had to pick up a piece of rose cake and try it for himself.

As a result, the plate of rose cake "swiped" and disappeared from the live broadcast room.

[Administrator's announcement: It is forbidden to eat rose cake in the live broadcast room in the future, if you want to eat it, make it yourself. 】

Expeditionary troops: "..."

How amazing is it that someone makes you a rose cake? !

...well, it's really amazing.

A plate of rose cakes totaled five pieces, Xun Yin ate two pieces, Ning Moran ate two pieces, and Katu, who was sitting in the corner of the dining table, looked at the last piece eagerly, and stretched out his hand cautiously.

Ning Moran: "Xiaomei!"

The mamba wrapped around Xun Yin's arm fell to the ground like a barrel with a "bang".

Ning Moran threw the last piece into Da Zhang's mouth.

Katu glanced at the mamba's scarlet mouth, its gleaming fangs, its barrel-like waist, and its cold vertical pupils staring at him.

"........."

He went to pick up the rice silently.

---

The live broadcast in the afternoon went on as usual, but Xun Yin did not play the harp for another afternoon as the audience expected. Instead, after playing a little piece, he took the Pioneer to the ground.

Yes, go to the ground!

A professor from the Department of Ancient Literature at Central Comprehensive University saw the screen recording brought to him by a graduate student during his lunch break. He was so excited all afternoon that he didn't even have time to eat. He logged into the live broadcast room early and wanted to discuss advanced academics with the host. question.As a result, I just got used to the feeling of holographic live broadcast, and before I had time to send the barrage, I saw the musician and scholar rolled up his trouser legs, got into the ground with a hoe in his hand, and stepped on the mud.

"..." The professor almost fainted in shock.

His forehead twitched and felt like he was about to have a heart attack. He wished he could grab the hoe and shouted, "Put it down! Let someone else do it!"

As a precious, one of the few ancient galaxy scholars in the entire Federation, his hands should be used to flip through ancient books and revive traditional culture. How can he be used to hoe the ground?

The professor is sad, tired, and heartbroken!

But his heartache couldn't reach Xun Yin.

Xun Yin hoeed, and held back in dissatisfaction!

Speaking of being a person in the last days, Xun Yin has lived in a world where food is scarce, soil pollution is serious, and the future is almost invisible. His dream is that one day he will have a piece of land that he can cultivate freely. The world will not change.

A little less dream than this is to learn all the delicacies before the end of the world, and cook different tricks for myself every day.

In addition, calligraphy, music, painting, embroidery and poetry are all things for self-entertainment after farming. The meaning of their existence is to make one's own land better, not to hinder one's own farming. , for this primary and secondary order Xun Yin has always been very clear.

So of course he ignored some anchors on the bullet screen who seemed to be distressed, but actually discouraged him from farming, "scrubbed" and neatly dug out the weeds in the field, crushed the large clods, and did not hurt the plants at all rhizome.

Barrage from——

【No!A musician's hands can't be used for these! 】

The transition to--

【Huh?He is so skilled at weeding! 】

Then become-

[The anchor's farm work is better than my dad's 40-year-old crop handle! 】

[It didn't look too hard, how did you dig out all the roots of the black vine?This kind of grass likes to penetrate deep into the soil, and it can't be removed with pesticides. It harms the crops all day long. Last year, our farm's harvest was almost halved because of the black vine. 】

[The leaves of this green radish grow very thick, and there is no black spot disease. Is the fertilizer used different?Can the anchor share the formula of the base fertilizer? 】

Xun Yin nodded in satisfaction.

When he was happy, he not only shared his exclusive fertilizer formula, taught everyone how to "cut weeds and roots", but also wrote an impromptu poem:

"When the day of hoeing is noon, sweat drips down the soil. Who would have thought that every grain of Chinese food on the plate is hard work."

"...This is a poem of compassion for agriculture written by poets in the ancient Milky Way. Thousands of years ago, the feudal society lacked resources, and all human beings lived on the same planet. The land occupied by each country was not as large as a private manor today. , so the rulers at that time paid great attention to agriculture, and regarded farmers as the second class among "scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants". Even the rulers of the feudal dynasty would lead their officials to practice the ceremony of registering in the fields and go to the fields in person... ..."

The professor "scratchedly" recorded in his notebook. Some of what Xun Yin said he knew, and some he didn't know very well, but they could be matched with the information found in ancient books.

He hesitated for a moment, wanting to ask a few more questions, but worried that the anchor would not answer.

At this time, a bullet screen floated in front of my eyes:

[The anchor teacher is really efficient at hoeing the ground, and his posture is also very neat.Farms now uniformly use agricultural mechs. Although it saves manpower, the degree of precision is far worse than that of the anchor teacher, and the final output must be far worse than the anchor’s land—may I ask this is the farmer’s farming in "Pity Farmers" way?Which class does the poet belong to among "scholars, farmers, workers, and merchants"?Should the genre of this poem be regarded as five words or quatrains in ancient poetry?How to distinguish its rhyme and level? 】

When the professor opened his eyes, he found that the ID that issued the barrage was very familiar. It was the graduate student who gave him the holographic helmet.

"........."

At this time, the host replied.

He just finished hoeing an acre of land, put the hoe on the ridge, and proudly said: "The land I planted is the best! The ancients thousands of years ago would not be as good as I planted! Of course, this is mainly limited the science and technology of the time.”

"Since you are so discerning, let's carefully analyze the content of the poem "Compassion for Farmers"..."

Xun Yin picked up a bucket of water that was placed next to him, first filled half of the bucket, and then picked up the other half and poured it on the ground.

I saw him wielding the hoe like splashing ink. Before the audience could blink, they saw a cursive script taking shape on the wet ground.

They haven't been able to distinguish what is written in the cursive script. They are first attracted by the sloppy handwriting. The soil wet by water drops is shining black and shiny in the sun. If they don't pay attention, their eyes will be blinded. The cold light of the pen stabbed.

As the master of the Department of Ancient Chinese, the professor could recognize at a glance that what was written on the ground was the poem "Compassion for Farmers" that Xun Yin had said before.

"This word, this word..."

"Bastard!"

He was holding his chest in pain, when he saw that the wet land was baked by the sun and was about to dry up, and the handwriting became loose.

The professor hurriedly asked @研究 how to take a screenshot, and finally left the words "every grain is hard work", and was going to send it to his old friend who is a senior calligrapher.

If this word goes to the auction... Sigh.

Xun Yin is not stingy with his calligraphy works that can be worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions at the auction. Standing on the ridge of the field, using soil as paper, water as ink, and a hoe as a brush, he explained to the graduate students what he said before. proposed question.

His tone was unhurried, his knowledge was unfathomable, and his figure gradually became taller in the eyes of the audience.

As the professor listened, the expression on his face changed from "regret" to "thought", and finally fixed on "respect".

He seemed to understand those people from the ancient galaxy who were "indifferent to fame and wealth, and retired to the countryside" in ancient books.

Even though their names spanned thousands of years and were left in the voluminous volumes, they still shone like stars.Their personality charm was originally erratic and elusive, but at this moment, seeing the anchor covered in mosaics, the professor felt that the figures of those ancient people suddenly appeared in front of him.

Only such people who regard knowledge as knowledge itself, turn a blind eye to the money at their fingertips, and live in the fields as leisurely as sitting in a lecture hall with ten thousand people, can be called true scholars.

His heart, which had been impetuous in academics for many years, suddenly calmed down, as if it had been purified by the wind in the field, the grass and trees in the field, and the fragrance of the soil.

At this moment, the professor even felt ashamed of the behavior he just felt sorry for the anchor:

"It's only tens of millions or even hundreds of millions. In the eyes of the anchor, I'm afraid it's not as good as a grass under his hoe?"

"This is the real master, I am not as good as him."

He respectfully called out to the teacher, and said at a speed that did not lose to his postgraduate students:

[The anchor teacher’s weeding interval is an arithmetic sequence, and the arc of the bend happens to be a hyperbola. Do the people in the ancient galaxy have any works on mathematics? 】

[The grass hoeed by the anchor is piled aside, there must be other uses, right?Is the concept of "harmony between man and nature" in the ancient Milky Way the same as what we now call environmental protection? 】

[The anchor's movement of waving a hoe is so elegant, have you practiced the legendary kung fu in the ancient Milky Way? Is it true that 'If you want to practice this skill, you must first leave the palace'? 】

[The anchor's hoe looks really unique...]

[The anchor's straw hat is also very unique...]

[The decoration on the brim of the anchor's hat is a bit like the legendary peace knot...]

【Anchor...】

【Anchor...】

【Anchor...】

After more than a dozen questions were answered, the professor seemed to have suddenly found a new way to discuss knowledge with the host!

And Xun Yin...he silently changed the name of this fan's note to "One Hundred Thousand Whys",

Alas, for the sake of the 99 roses he gave himself, forget it!

After the broadcast that day, the students who came to the professor to ask questions were horrified to find that their professor, who was usually meticulous and thought that everything except knowledge was dung, was reading "108 Ways to Prepare Farmyard Manure" with great interest.

It says--

"Excellent farmyard manure is formed by closed fermentation of sheep manure, cow manure, chicken manure, human manure and humus after a period of time. During the fermentation process, attention should be paid to disinfection and sterilization to prevent insect eggs and microorganisms from harming the health of crops..."

Really dung!

The students turned pale with fright, thinking that their professor had been ghosted!

In fact, the professor just wants to have more common language with the anchor, so that he can ask a few more questions during the next live broadcast.

He has even planned to grow vegetables from the planks in his manor, because the anchor said, "An ancient galactic person who has never grown vegetables on his balcony is not a real ancient galactic person!"

"I don't have enough varieties of vegetables to grow by myself, so I have to call Lao Lin, Lao Li, and Lao Halson to dig together, cough, plant together, um... just use the reason of appreciating my newly acquired wonderful calligraphy! "

The professor happily made a decision, laying the first brick for the future action of "flattening the garden of the family area of ​​the Central Comprehensive University"!

On the other hand, after the broadcast, the system sorted out the comments for Xun Yin, and said: [This "one hundred thousand reasons" is really your big fan!So good at blowing! 】

Xun Yin: [Yes. 】

System: [Guess what he said?He said that if the cursive script you wrote on the ground fell on the pen and ink, with your calligraphy and the ancient Milky Way verses that never appeared on it, it could fetch a sky-high price of several hundred million at the Central Star Saphirion Auction! 】

System: [He also said that he wants to learn from you the spirit of treating money like dung, and can never put the price of a work above its cultural value...]

System: [Hahaha how is that possible, you just waved a hoe and wrote it casually, several hundred million hahaha, you worked so hard to defraud a few days ago. The person surnamed Luo only got tens of billions hahaha, just one The price of a hundred words...]

The system was laughing, but it couldn't come out, because it found that Xun Yin's face became serious, a seriousness of heartbroken, regretful, and heart-wrenching seriousness. He is so serious that he can usually lift several tons of heavy machinery. A's arm trembled slightly while holding the light brain.

System: [No way...]

Xun Yin opened the auction list of the Saphirion Auction to show it. A pair of "Antique Milky Way Contemporary Cursive Script" said to be written by an intermediate calligrapher was sold for a sky-high price of [-] million!

Eight hundred million!

【Is he the one who wrote it?No! 】

Xun Yin is very confident about this point. His teacher was Yao Ruoxu, who had been in the Yu Dynasty for hundreds of years, and was the only one who was the only one who was conferred the title of sage with a bald pen!

In the Dayu Dynasty, there was a saying that "one word is worth a thousand gold".

[Teacher, every single word is worth a thousand dollars, is it too much for me to say every single word? 】

of course not!

Xun Yin regretted it to death!

Why didn't he think of a way to make money by selling the words anonymously at the auction?

"Forget it." After all, when I was kidnapped by the plot, I spent every day thinking about how to make the villain more hateful. It is normal to ignore other things. Xun Yin comforted herself: "I will broadcast live first. In order to become famous in time, the auction price will be higher in the future. Besides calligraphy, if there are many works that are circulated, it will be worthless! Didn’t some people deliberately destroy their own works in order to sell them at a high price?”

Thinking of it this way, he felt much more comfortable.

Xun Yin picked up the fork, put the weeds that he hoeed today aside to dry, looked at his field with his hips on his hips, and said contentedly, "It's time to call it a day...why do I always feel that something is missing?"

[What's the difference? 】

"Chicken!" A light flashed in Xun Yin's mind: "If there is a field, how can there be no chickens?"

Today, he told "One Hundred Thousand Whys" about the allusion of "planting beans at the foot of the southern mountain, and the grass is full of bean sprouts". After thinking about it for a while, he thought of "Peach Blossom Spring" by the same author.

The ideal rural life should be "traffic on the rice paddies, chickens and dogs hear each other"!

"This way, the weeds don't need to be wasted and the chicken food is almost the same!

Chicken feathers can be dusted, chicken manure can be composted, chicken can be eaten, and eggs can also be eaten.

If you put the chicken... Xun Yin looked down at the cute Xiaomei on her wrist.

"It's decided! I'm going to buy a few chickens!" Xun Yin once again showed his dominance in farming!

"...What?" Ning Moran heard this request during dinner.

he:"…………"

Yes, of course I have to agree, but——

What is a chicken?

This is a good question!

It is true that Xun Yin has never seen chickens in the interstellar era. This is not necessarily because there are no chickens here. It may just be because there are too many planets, and more productive birds than this have replaced it.

But Xun Yin wants to eat chicken.

With his hands dipped in water, he drew a stick figure of a rooster, a hen and a chick on the table, and said, "A chicken is about the same size as a duck!"

Ning Moran understood, and ordered those in the expeditionary force responsible for collecting the resources of the desolate star: [Do you still remember the γ-b454 desolate star we explored?Go and catch twenty sharp-billed dragons, ten males and ten females, even if there are eggs. 】

【Wow, that's fierce. 】The subordinate asked:【Really want to arrest? 】

[If you want to grab it, grab it!Master Xun wants it! 】Ning Mo ran.

As soon as the expeditionary army saw the word "Master Xun", they subconsciously drooled: [What does Master Xun want the sharp-billed dragon for? 】

At this moment, Xun Yin also asked, "Do you know ducks?"

Ning Moran kept his hands on his hands, and said on the optical brain: [Roast and eat! 】

Then he smiled confidently at Xun Yin: "I know, you mentioned it on the starship."

The duck is so big that a ten-meter-high oven can't fit it!

Xun Yin was relieved: "Then... if it's not troublesome, can you ask that friend who sells live poultry to help me catch some ducks?"

Ning Moran: [Catch another ten male and ten female flat-billed dragons! 】

"There are also geese," Xun Yin said excitedly, "the geese are similar to ducks, but their feathers are white, and they are bigger than chickens and ducks!"

Ning Moran: [There are also ten male and ten female original emperor dragons! 】

The subordinate responsible for collecting the resources of the barren star: 【………】

He looked down at his small body, and specially applied for the armor with the hardest shell in the expeditionary force, otherwise he was afraid of being killed.

As expected of Master Xun and the general, even such a ferocious desolate beast dared to roast and eat it!

---

On the first day of the live broadcast, a total of nearly 100 million fans were harvested, and Xun Yin was already quite satisfied.

The system secretly helped him find out about the enemy:

[Luo Ruiyu has 400 million followers! 】

The other party didn't hide his appearance, and it was relatively easy for the artificial mentally handicapped system to find him out of countless live broadcast rooms.

Xun Yin: [Oh. 】

System: [He also hired a navy to look for your live broadcast room, but he couldn't find it! 】

This is a matter of course, although they agreed to start the broadcast on the same day, firstly, there is no restriction on the exact start time, secondly, there are now 10,000+ livestreaming rooms set up simultaneously on the holographic live broadcast every day, and Xunyin concealed his appearance and blocked It would be strange if he could find the IP address!

System: [So he let the sailors he hired to mess up all music-related live broadcast rooms, wow, this person is so insidious and vicious, I have to go to his live broadcast room today and throw two data bombs. Let him know why are flowers so red! 】

Xun Yin ruthlessly stopped the system's actions, because anyone with a brain could guess that it was done by themselves.

He wondered: [Since all the live broadcast rooms have been attacked by the navy, why am I fine? 】

system:【……】

It projected [Koukou anchor Qiankoukou rules Kou Family] account number and comments, and asked: [Do you have any impression of this person? 】

【………】It seems that there is.

[This unlucky sailor was so angry with you that the aneurysm ruptured in the morning, and he was sent to the hospital as soon as he took off his helmet! 】

Xun Yin: [... To some extent, I can also be regarded as his savior, right? 】

【You can insist on saying that. 】

The system glanced at Xun Yin, and suddenly remembered the nickname "Little Funeral Angel" he gave himself, and thought it was so appropriate!

Although Xun Yin's current fans are only a quarter of Luo Ruiyu's, he is not in a hurry at all, and Ning Moran, who is still sitting on a table with his elbows, asks, "Did you do anything?"

"what?"

"Don't play dumb, show me today's advertisement!"

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Ning Moran had no choice but to tell the story of him advertising in the live broadcast room on Edge Star.

"Only Boundary Star!" He said: "This is connected to the local area network, Luo Ruiyu will not find it, and it will be too late when he finds out."

"Besides, if he can use the name of Master Luo Yiwen to promote it, of course I can also promote it for you!"

Needless to say, this publicity is a "spending money like water" publicity such as an all-edge star advertisement.

Xun Yin only knew that he went to Edge Star to sell helmets, and he thought he could sell tens of millions of helmets, but he didn’t expect that he would open thousands of full-line experience stores on Edge Star, each store has There are tens of thousands of helmets in stock, which add up to——

"400 million." Ning Moran said indifferently: "The output of one manufacturer is not enough, so I opened two helmet assembly factories in Edge Star."

By the way, to cover up the traces belonging to the expeditionary force in the holographic technology.

"So you just live broadcast, the 780 billion people in the fringe galaxy are your backing, you can win." Ning Moran is good at speaking domineering words in a calm tone, this time his tone is the same as when he faced the Zerg before." The insect mother must withdraw from the thorn line or die" is the same.

And his words come true every time, and this time is no exception.

Xun Yin hugged him and whispered in his ear, "Thank you."

He said to the system rolling in his mind: [It feels so good to be supported unconditionally. 】

[This feeling is like I only want a star, but he gave me a piece of the universe. 】

[At the beginning, it was agreed to give him [-]% of the income from the live broadcast, but it was less, and it was really less. 】

The system vigilantly said: [Then how much do you want to give? ! 】

Xun Yin stretched out a hand: [Fifty percent! ] He curled up another little finger: 【At least forty-and-a-half percent! 】

System: [...Hmph! 】

Its bystanders clearly realized that the host was finished, it was really finished!

It's fine if he takes the initiative to share the money with others, but he still needs to share half of it!

The small awkwardness of the system was maintained until the third day, when a mecha carrying a huge cage smashed into the yard with a bang, and then the second, third, and fourth...

Fortunately, they chose a time other than the live broadcast.

This row of mechs, who looked like male models on a catwalk, let out a "hey" and collectively unloaded the cages on their shoulders to the ground.

The leading mecha master jumped down and greeted Uncle Quint next door, asking him to overhaul his mecha later, his knee joints were worn out.

Then he coughed lightly: "No. 6688, Luye South Road, Gamma Star, Mr. Xun has 30 pairs of poultry, please sign for it!"

Xun Yin, who had been watching the excitement from the sidelines: "..."

"Tell me again, what is this mine?"

"Poultry!" The little brother paired the list and said, "That's right, the one with the sharp beak chirping is the chicken-billed dragon! The one with the flat beak quacking is the hadrosaurus! The one with the white hair is particularly fierce is the goose-billed imperial dragon! Please Sign for it!"

Xun Yin: "..."

He stared at a home in the cage that was close to three of his own height!birds!take a deep breath.

Economical, too economical!

The grass in his field is not enough to eat! !

For the first time in his life, Xun Yin felt a little fear of mixing chicken food, which he was used to.

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The author has something to say:

Macho's land: 8000 catties of crops per mu!

Macho chicken: 1 ton of manure per day 2!

Hunk's Enemy: Break into his house, kill his men, eat his chicken, stew his snake, hahahahahahahahahahaha!

The first time I saw the dinosaurus, I died.