Chapter 1 Plane Live Broadcast System

"Family, it's time for dinner again. Let me show you what I'm going to eat today."

Lu Liuhe looked at a light screen in front of her that only she could see. Without moving her mouth, she spoke with her mind: "A delicious meat pie and a bottle of sweet and delicious water."

Display on the light screen: Plane live broadcast system.

Live broadcast content: Wasteland farming.

Live broadcast room level: Level 1.

The current maximum capacity is 100 people.

Number of viewers: 20.

Five more people than yesterday.

Lu Liuhe was very satisfied and looked at the opposite side.

Her sallow, thin face and bean sprout-like body were clearly visible on the screen, showing obvious malnutrition.

A few barrages of comments were scrolling.

[I'm here to see the farmers, why begging for food? 】

[The host is an orphan. He comes to the relief center every day to get supplies and then goes home to farm. 】

What is that black thing in her hand? It's so disgusting. 】

[That's right, it's disgusting. It's food made from various protein-rich insects that have been processed. 】

A flood of disgusting and vomiting emoticons floated across the barrage.

Lu Liuhe didn't care, he ate with relish, and advertised to them: "Specially raised, natural and pollution-free, high in protein and good for keeping you full, one slice is better than six, I sell it in my live broadcast room, my family, you deserve it."

There was a newbie who just entered the live broadcast room and clicked on the shopping cart.

Baby: High protein nutritious meat patties.

Price: ￥100,000.

Turn around and start scolding.

[Fuck, a piece of meat pie is worth 100,000 yuan. I think you are crazy about money! 】

[Don’t get excited, newbies. This is a product that crosses dimensions and is delivered to your home for free. One hundred thousand yuan is an absolutely reasonable price. Even a wealthy customer who wants to use our express delivery to go to the moon would need more than 30 billion yuan! 】

[Hehehehe…]

The insults are in a sarcastic tone.

After Lu Liuhe finished eating the meat pie and drinking the water, he said, "I'm going home. New family members, some of the content may make you uncomfortable, so please be mentally prepared."

The live camera followed her as she walked forward.

In the camera, the turbid air mixed with gray-yellow particles looked like it had been swept by a sandstorm.

The line for receiving relief supplies was so long that one could not see the end of it. It was full of children, all of whom were dressed in rags, had numb expressions, big heads, and limbs as thin as bamboo poles.

Behind the team was a shabby shack built randomly with wood, rags, plastic sheets, stones, bricks, etc.

One next to the other, densely packed, with no end in sight, bringing with it an oppressive despair.

Lu Liuhe said: "Every morning at eight o'clock, the government will distribute supplies here on time. The recipients of assistance are children under the age of sixteen in the slums."

The audience in the live broadcast room are all socialist five-good young people who were born in the sunshine and grew up under the red flag. They have never seen such a shocking picture.

The real suffering is right before our eyes.

People with empathy will feel sad.

Both old audiences and newbies fell into a brief silence.

Lu Liuhe continued to mutter: "I will be sixteen tomorrow. I can't come here to beg for food anymore. I have to find another way out."

The newbies in the live broadcast room are so touched, so hurry up and buy gifts and give rewards!

But.

When I saw the gift list, I was so shocked that I instantly forgot my previous emo mood.

One wheat seed: ￥1,000,000.

One corn seed: ￥1,000,000.

One rice seed: ￥1,000,000.

One Chinese cabbage seed: ￥100,000.

grass!

It turns out that I am the poor one!

What kind of unscrupulous live streaming platform is this? As I said before, they are so obsessed with money that they treat them as enemies?

Lu Liuhe also cursed the crappy system in his heart.

Who in their right mind would spend so much money to buy her gifts and rewards!

The system's voice sounded in my mind: "Dear host, as long as you work hard to farm, attract viewers, accumulate popularity, and upgrade the live broadcast room, you will have seeds and unlock planes. Come on!"

This plane live broadcast system.

Lu Liuhe has now only opened the primary plane: Blue Star.

Her beloved hometown.

A month ago, she was just an ordinary monster hunter on Blue Star.

When she woke up, she found herself in a wasteland world, the weakling original owner with the same name and surname as her.

In this world, eighty percent of the land has been destroyed by nuclear pollution.

Plants and animals were contaminated by radiation, mutated and fused, becoming extremely powerful and were called xenospecies.

Humans have become the creatures at the bottom of the food chain. They are attacked and slaughtered by alien species, and their living space is being squeezed step by step.

The survivors of all mankind, based on their respective countries, built high walls to keep alien species outside the walls, forming the current nine stable bases.

The original owner lived in the Ninth Base, in a slum centered around a high wall.

She clicked on the plane interface and looked at the plane she most wanted to unlock.

Interstellar Plane: 100,000,000 popularity points.

Immortal cultivation plane: 1,000,000,000 popularity value.

With the powerful technology of the interstellar plane, even if she cannot get a starship that can travel across planets, it should not be a problem to give her some black planting technology.

In the immortal realm, there are all kinds of rare treasures, elixirs, and crops can be planted, germinated, grown, and matured in one day. Harvesting is no longer a dream!

According to the system rules, one fan who follows her is counted as one popularity value.

To have 100 million, 1 billion fans, this will take forever!

She gritted her teeth and gave the system one word: Fuck!

The system is pretending to be dead.

The scrolling frequency of the barrage in the live broadcast room is increasing.

[That child has such a big belly. He must be sick. So pitiful. 】

[A child fell down, why is no one taking care of him? 】

[These people are so indifferent. Host, please go and help them. I will crowdfund to buy seeds for you later. 】

"He's dead." Lu Liuhe said calmly. He only glanced at the child and then looked towards the shack opposite without leaving a trace.

In the dilapidated shack, countless pairs of dark green eyes, like hungry wolves, greedily stared at the child on the ground, or rather - the meat!