Mountain Looting: Targeted by a Leopard at the Start

One could only see a dense forest of slender and tall trees, beneath which jars were scattered upside down on the ground, each encased in white paper. The scene appeared quite peculiar.

A few mountain people were sitting next to these jars, each of them attending to a jar, but it was unclear what they were doing.

The viewers in the live stream were instantly baffled.

What's going on here?

[Host, what place is this? Why are there so many white jars?]

[What are those things? They look so creepy!]

[Is something being planted in the forest? Why are the jars turned upside down?]

[It reminds me of the black water jars from the origin of aliens in "Prometheus"!]

The comments section suddenly became lively.

Xu Yang explained with a calm smile:

"These are our village's main crops and the primary source of our economy. Take a guess, what do you think these are?"

Hearing his words, the users became even more puzzled.

What could be planted in the forest, and under trees at that?

It didn't make sense.

Seeing that nobody could guess, Xu Yang explained:

"These are wood ear mushrooms. This is a wood ear farm."

"There are three methods for cultivating wood ear mushrooms: the first is greenhouse farming, the second is open field cultivation, and the third, like ours, is forest floor cultivation."

"Those jars all contain wood ear mushrooms."

"The ecology of this area is excellent, with a completely natural environment, which fosters the vigorous growth of the wood ears."

"We've basically been eating wood ears since we were kids, which we also trust when consuming ourselves."

Xu Yang went on to introduce the situation in his hometown.

It was only after hearing his explanation that the users came to a sudden realization.

So, wood ears could also be cultivated this way.

Actually seeking out forests with good ecological conditions for cultivation.

Leveraging the mountains for sustenance, the mountain villagers relied on the forests for their livelihood, planting wood ears beneath the forest canopy in the absence of vast tracts of land.

This too was a unique wisdom of the farming nations.

[Host, can we buy these wood ears? I want to buy some!]

[Stop talking, post the link!]

[Hurry up and share the link, would you let me buy it or not?]

[You're really good at selling products, I love these kinds with stories behind them.]

The users commented one after another.

Seeing the comments, Xu Yang couldn't help but laugh and cry.

"I'm not promoting any products; I'm just strolling in the mountains today."

"Moreover, our wood ears here are all sold in bulk to wholesalers, we don't sell retail, nor do we use personal routes."

"It's not possible for you guys to buy them."

The users, seeing his sincere way of speaking, were also confused.

Not selling products?

Hold on, you came to the cultivation site for wood ears, displayed the village's exquisite wood ears, and you aren't selling them?

Just showing it to us?

Is that unique or what?

At that moment, Xu Yang added:

"My live broadcasts mainly feature 'Mountain Rushing' and mountain village culture, and I do not sell products."

"If you like what you see, just enjoy watching a bit longer."

Hearing Xu Yang say this, many users found it intriguing and grew more fond of his live stream content.

This host has a unique angle.

The scene of forest floor cultivation of wood ears is always curious.

Many people had never seen such a site, and would find it quite interesting upon first viewing.

Xu Yang was aware of this.

For the villagers, the wood ear fields were a common sight, but there were many others who had never experienced such a farming landscape.

This was the purpose of the live stream.

Looking at the dense white jars overturned in the forest, along with the villagers working hard among the trees, there was a certain warmth to the scene.

Many people have a certain sentimentality for the land; though not everyone may prefer to live in the countryside, watching the pristine villages, busy villagers, and the leisurely, carefree cats and dogs can feel stress-relieving.

So, many people would tune into such live streams.

Of course, another important appeal of Xu Yang's live stream was that Xu Yang himself also had a strong personal charisma, easily drawing people in.

"Xu Yang, are you here to work?"

A villager saw Xu Yang and greeted him.

"No, just doing a live stream to check out the excitement."

Xu Yang responded with a smile to the villager.

"You have a signal here?"

The villager was a bit astonished.

"Rented satellite signal, cost a bit of money."

"I see, no wonder."

"Alright, you go on, I'll just look around and leave."

Xu Yang exchanged a few greetings with the villager and then left the mushroom planting field with the Little Black Dog.

The signal came from the drone itself, a product of the system, guaranteed to be of fine quality, ensuring the drone could always connect to the network signal, so even deep in the mountains, Xu Yang had internet to live stream.

Xu Yang, together with the Little Black Dog, made his way back to the road; it was all paved with concrete, flanked by grass on both sides, quite pleasing to the eye.

[Host, when people in the Northeast say 'street wanderer,' isn't that what they mean by someone like you?]

At that moment, an online friend teased.

Upon seeing this, Xu Yang explained with a laugh:

"That's not the same, 'street wanderer' refers to the idle young people in the city or towns, also known as hooligans or street punks."

"I am strolling around the mountain village and I have work to do."

Hearing his explanation, the friends in the live-chat room also laughed.

The live stream was very comfortable to watch.

A mountain village road, a man, and a dog, strolling leisurely.

Xu Yang had just started live streaming and had yet to show many of his abilities, so he had relatively few followers.

But with live streaming, you can't rush; steady and slow wins the race.

In the mountain village, there were people raising cows and sheep. On the way back, an old man shepherding a flock of sheep met Xu Yang head on, with two Pasture Dogs following behind to help shepherd the sheep.

"Because there's grass everywhere, there are quite a few people in the mountains who raise cattle and sheep. You buy spring lambs and raise the sheep until winter when you can sell them, while cattle need to be raised for over two years."

"However, the market for cattle and sheep isn't so good now; you're just earning a little hard-earned income, and sometimes you might even take a loss."

"The lives of villagers aren't easy."

Xu Yang stood on the clean road, watching the flock of sheep coming toward him, and spoke.

Soon, the flock of sheep passed by him.

The Little Black Dog leaned against Xu Yang's feet, sitting on the ground, scratching its neck with its hind leg, looking quite adorable.

At this moment, the two Pasture Dogs herding the sheep, upon seeing the miniature Little Black Dog, suddenly stopped, staring at the Little Black Dog for a good while.

Both dogs seemed a bit startled.

Their expressions seemed to say:

"How can this guy be so small?"

"Whose mini-count is this?"

After the flock had moved some distance away, the two Pasture Dogs hastily followed behind.

Xu Yang watched the flock heading into the distance and strolled back at an unhurried pace.

He looked at an open area in the distance, yearning.

"I want to make some money and open a farm next to the mountain village."

"Of course, it wouldn't be one of those mechanized big farms; over in the black soil areas, a single farm can compare to a small town, with malls and schools inside, supporting hundreds of thousands of people, and it's quite lively."

"I would start my own small farm, with a bit of planting and breeding."

"Raise some animals, grow some crops."

"Then wander into the mountains whenever I have nothing else to do."

"That's my goal."

Xu Yang wandered back leisurely, the gentle sunshine after five in the afternoon shone on him, covering him in a glow.

His thoughts were simple and beautiful.

[I want to live that kind of life too!]

[Sounds really nice, I also want to have my own farm, where I can keep lots of animals!]

[Running a farm isn't that simple, it's hard work, but if you enjoy it, it's indeed very happy!]

[There's always someone living the life I envy.]

The friends in the live stream room responded one after another.

It was clear that everyone longed for a pastoral life.

This sentiment had long been ingrained in the blood of the Huaxia People, passed down from ancient times and continuing to this day.