The number of viewers in the live stream skyrocketed.

In just five minutes, there were already tens of thousands of people online.

Lin Anshu was clearly used to this kind of scene.

After all, her live stream room has been buffed by the system, and anyone who enters will more or less get a better experience than other live stream rooms.

Besides, she's currently live-streaming a spectacular display of flowers.

After seeing so many beautiful flowers, who wouldn't be in a good mood?

After chatting with her viewers in the live stream for a few minutes, Lin Anshu called over Xu Yi and Ji Chuan, who had been filming the whole time, and continued walking into the mountains.

She had previously broadcast live about the situation in the mountains.

But the viewers in the live stream just couldn't get enough of it.

Not to mention that there is now a teahouse designed in bamboo house in the mountains.

The tea room's environment and layout were incredibly tranquil.

It truly makes one feel focused and relaxed just by looking at it.

"Huh? When did Uncle An's mountain get a teahouse?"

"Doesn't anyone think this tea room has a lovely atmosphere?"

"Drinking tea in a place like this must be very relaxing, pleasant, and comfortable, right?"

"Am I the only one who noticed the bamboo weaving painting on the wall? If I'm not mistaken, it must have been painted by Uncle An's father, right?"

"Of course! Uncle An's father is a master of bamboo weaving and a painter."

"Didn't you see the short video Uncle An posted a few days ago? Lin's father couldn't resist the urge to draw, so he started drawing right there on the road."

"The key point is that the 3D paintings he drew were so realistic that they scared passersby half to death."

"Hahahaha, I saw it. The old man who was passing by was so scared that he started speaking in Shaanxi dialect."

"Not to mention the old man, even the passing dog was so scared that it spun around three times, completely dumbfounded."

"What I'm really curious about is how Secretary Zhang criticized Lin's father. Uncle An, why isn't that part aired?"

"9494, play it for me, quick! I'm willing to pay to watch!"

"Me too +1".

"I'm new here. What are you talking about? It sounds impressive, but I don't understand."

"Watch the second video on Uncle An's homepage right away."

"Family members, I saw a desk and writing implements. Could it be that Uncle An also knows how to use these?"

"Uncle An's father knew it all, so Uncle An probably inherited Lin's father's skills too?"

"Uncle An, Uncle An, show us your skills!"

“I saw the guqin and would like to hear Uncle An play it.”

"I want to hear it too."

"..."

"To be honest, I can't draw!"

"But when it comes to calligraphy, I can barely write a few characters."

"When I have time, I can write it down for everyone to see."

"Today's main task is to harvest wood ear fungus, silver ear fungus, lingzhi mushroom, and shiitake mushroom."

"Let's go, everyone, I'll take you on an immersive mushroom picking experience," Lin Anshu said.

She wasn't bluffing about her ability to write calligraphy.

Besides her, her older sister and younger brother can also write.

When she was little, her parents asked her what talent she wanted to learn.

She just shook her head, indicating that she didn't know what she wanted to learn.

Her mother suggested that she learn something like the electronic keyboard or the hulusi (a type of flute).

She felt she had no sense of pitch, so she refused.

Later, her father arranged for her to learn calligraphy.

I started from fourth grade and continued until the third year of junior high school.

Back then, motorcycle checks weren't strict.

Every weekend, the three siblings would squeeze into a car with their father, Lin, and be taken to the county town to learn calligraphy from a professional teacher.

Every week, rain or shine.

She remembers clearly that once, after her father took them upstairs to study calligraphy, he only discovered it when he came down to go home to do farm work.

The motorcycle was stolen.

Although the police were notified, the motorcycle was never found.

The motorcycle her family bought back then cost at least four thousand yuan.

Thinking of this, Lin Anshu kept her expression hidden, but secretly made a vow in her heart.

After she saved up some more money, she planned to buy her father a car.

"Hey, Aunt An, is this wood ear fungus?"

Upon arriving at the wild cultivation area, Xu Yi immediately spotted the black fungus on a piece of wood not far ahead.

On the neatly arranged wooden frame, gray-black wood ear mushrooms of varying sizes sat scattered about freely.

It looks like it's growing well.

"Yes, that's right, this is linden wood ear fungus."

"Does Yiyi usually like to eat wood ear mushrooms?" Lin Anshu asked.

“I like it. Mom said that you can’t be a picky eater, or you won’t grow tall. Yiyi is not a picky eater. Yiyi eats very well and eats everything.”

"However, Yiyi thinks that the food at Uncle An's house is still the best."

After Xu Yi finished speaking, she lowered her head shyly.

When he worked for Sister An's family before, Sister An Shu provided him with meals.

He wasn't bragging; the food at Sister Anshu's house really is delicious.

"Then you can come over for meals more often in the future~"

"No, my mom said I can't go to other people's houses for meals every day. It's not good, it makes me look shameless."

"I can only eat at your house if I do some work for you," Xu Yi said, shaking her head with a serious expression.

"..." Ji Chuan felt that he was being subtly implied.

Wait a minute, he only did it once or twice.

As for the rest of the time, he earned it through hard work.

Labor is glorious, and he loves labor!

"Yiyi is so sensible~"

"Does Yiyi know what's so delicious about eating wood ear mushrooms?"

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