Livestreaming again

Ye Huan had agreed, so he accepted the money without making a fuss. After learning about Huzi's situation, he said no more. There was certainly money to be made, but of course, there would be danger too.

Bosses in real estate tended to have plenty of enemies, which was why he had given Huzi two bottles of Spirit Spring Water to improve his strength a little.

If Ye Huan had previously been at the Martial Artist level, meaning he could already sense faint true qi inside his body, then Huzi was still stuck at the unranked beginner stage-merely an ordinary king of soldiers, not even a top-tier one.

Once someone officially stepped into the Martial Artist realm, it was a whole different world. Having true qi and not having it were two entirely different things, like two evenly matched people fighting, one barehanded and the other pulling out a pistol.

Once the true qi in the body could complete a full circulation, one could advance to the next level, Martial Warrior...

Ye Huan reckoned that if he had not cultivated that "Longevity Dao Scripture" and broken through to level 5, drinking Spirit Spring Water alone should have brought him to the Martial Warrior level, with a complete true qi circulation.

As for now, although he had not tried fighting, he guessed that even if he was not a Grandmaster, he was at least at the perfected Martial Master level. This referred to combat strength, which showed the difference between cultivating immortality and cultivating martial arts.

Seeing that there was nothing for him to do, Ye Huan left the workers a pack of cigarettes and asked them to do a fine job, then took Jingjing and Xiaobai away. With nothing else to do, he opened his phone and livestreamed as he walked.

Without caring whether anyone was watching, he rambled as he went, "This is our Willow Tree Village, but the locals don't call it that. We all call it Ye Family Village. There are only a few households with other surnames here. They probably fled here during famines or wars in the past."

"You all know this river already. Water flows down from the mountains and gathers into a river. They say water that's too clear has no fish, but let me show you..." Ye Huan aimed his phone right at the river's surface, filming the water.

"See all those fish? Nobody has looked into where they came from. You saw them when I went fishing before. There aren't any big ones-or if there are, nobody's seen them. But there are ordinary crucian carp, bream, silver carp, freshwater shrimp, and so on, as well as plenty of crayfish and swamp eels."

"Besides this river, there's a pot-bottom pond in the middle of the fields outside the village entrance. It's very deep. When we were kids, any kid who dared go into that pond to play in the water could kiss their backside goodbye once they got home. Hehe."

Ye Huan remembered going into the pond with his childhood friends, then coming home to a mixed doubles beating from his parents. He had slept on his stomach for over ten days before he recovered.

The livestream had already surpassed the previous audience of over three thousand, but Ye Huan did not check. He had no experience livestreaming and simply said whatever came to mind, without catering to the viewers' feelings. His whole approach was to take no responsibility and be nobody's simp.

He did as he pleased. "There are big ones in that pond outside the village. When I was little, I saw villagers catch a bighead carp in there with my own eyes. You'd never guess-at least thirty jin. Come on, I'll take you to see it."

Ye Huan stuffed the phone into Jingjing's hands, picked her up, and strode toward the village entrance. The way out of Ye Family Village was like a natural moat, with the river on one side of the road and a stretch of woods on slightly higher ground on the other.

After leaving the village entrance, instead of following the road out, he stepped onto a stone bridge of unknown age. Across it lay the village's fertile fields. Who knew how many generations of effort had gone into creating their present scale?

Ye Huan's family's grain fields were outside the village too. The plots inside the village and the vegetable patches on the back mountain had all been reclaimed by the individual households themselves. His grandfather had leased the mountain woodland. Before leasing was even a thing, or rather, before the founding of the country, Ye Huan's great-grandfather had already planted fruit trees across that stretch of woodland.

The river separated the grain fields from the village, drawing a clear boundary between them. Ye Huan crossed the stone bridge, and an expanse of grain fields filled the camera's view. In the middle was that pond, which was probably connected to groundwater.

"We've never had a drought here. Even when there's no water flowing down from the mountains into that river, this pond has never dried up," Ye Huan said proudly. The wisdom his ancestors had shown in choosing this location was beyond his ability to judge.

"Look, this is the pond. Eleventh Uncle, are you fishing?" While introducing it to the livestream, Ye Huan spotted someone from the village fishing there.

"Mm, Qiuqiu wanted fish, so I came to try my luck." The man Ye Huan called Eleventh Uncle was his paternal cousin-uncle, Ye Dacai. His father and Ye Huan's grandfather were cousins.

"Caught anything?" Ye Huan set Jingjing down far from the water and had Xiaobai watch her, then walked over with his phone and aimed it into Eleventh Uncle's bucket.

"Whoa, that's a pretty good catch." It was not just Ye Huan-the fishing enthusiasts in the livestream were already going crazy. There was only one fish in the big red bucket, a bighead carp weighing at least fifteen or sixteen jin.

"Hehe, not bad, but there haven't been any bites for a while now," Ye Dacai said with a smile.

"That fish head looks good. Now I want some too." Ye Huan addressed the camera. "Wait a bit, everyone. I'm going home to get my gear."

He completely ignored the viewers' comments begging for the address and the gifts they sent.

Speaking of which, Ye Huan had never checked his creator dashboard either. He had always assumed he was a small fry and nobody was sending him gifts or anything, so he had never looked.

"Eleventh Uncle, stay a little longer and help me watch Jingjing. I'm going home to get my fishing rod." Ye Huan had Xiaobai stay too, ran home, and returned with his fishing rod and keepnet.

"All right, you fish, then. I'm heading home." Once Ye Huan arrived, Ye Dacai packed up his rod and left.

"Bye-bye, Eleventh Grandpa." Jingjing waved to Ye Dacai, then looked at her uncle.

Ye Huan first mounted his phone on a stand and aimed it at his fishing spot, then placed a little chair more than three meters behind him for Jingjing to sit and watch. Xiaobai kept her company.

"Jingjing, watch Uncle fish. I'll catch a big one today, and we'll have grilled fish tonight." Ye Huan looked back with a smile.

"Okay! I love fishies." Jingjing gave him all the encouragement he could want.

Ye Huan could not spare any attention for the livestream now. He had not expected the audience to have already surpassed five thousand.

As for viewer comments? What were those?

In less than five minutes, Ye Huan felt the rod in his hands sink. "Got one! Haha, it's not small."

Ye Huan lifted the rod and watched it bend into a bow. The viewers were even more excited than he was, wishing they could be the ones playing the fish right now. From experience, they could roughly tell that this fish was no small one.

"Hey, hey, heeey... Something doesn't seem right." After playing it for a while, Ye Huan saw the big creature in the water. It was not a fish at all, but the people watching on their phones could not see it and could only fret helplessly.

Only when they finally saw Ye Huan reel it in, bring his catch ashore, and pick it up did the viewers in the livestream suck in a sharp breath.