The fox has no bad intentions

Chapter 560 Wu Qingqing

"Help promote agricultural products."

When A-Qing heard Tang You mention live-streaming e-commerce, she was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head vigorously and said:
"No way, if I were to do live-streaming e-commerce, my family's ancestral graves might be cursed so badly they'd crack open and spew black smoke."

"Huh? Is there a cause-and-effect relationship here?" Tang You looked at A Qing, who was shivering in the 21-degree weather, with a surprised expression.

“Yes!” Ah Qing said earnestly, as if recalling something, “My family owns a tea shop, but some very popular teas, like Da Hong Pao from the core production area or some rock teas, are not available to ordinary tea shops. At most, you can only get three to five catties through connections.”

"Good tea is sold in advance, and tea farmers and tea factories tend to sell to large tea merchants or tea companies in order to save trouble."

“Some tea merchants are greedy and will blend top-grade tea, that is, mix a small amount of inferior tea into good tea and pass it off as top-grade tea. The really bad ones will mix a little bit of top-grade tea into inferior tea.”

Tea leaves are picked from the tea garden and sent to the tea factory for processing into commercial tea. However, these freshly made commercial teas do not enter the market.

Instead, they will circulate among tea merchants or go directly into the warehouses of well-known tea companies.

Then, it will reach the retailers.

When commercial tea arrives at the store, to put it bluntly, ordinary commercial tea is brought over in sacks. The store owner then has to select the tea leaves and remove the stems for secondary packaging before it reaches the consumer.

Ah Qing had seen it before: her father would take those high-end teas, only to be tricked by tea merchants who would sell those boxed teas as genuine high-end teas.

As a result, the person who brought the gift arrived with his entire family and immediately started a real-life fight with the father.

They don't want a refund; they just want to punch him a couple of times.

My dad tried to explain, but they wouldn't listen.

Fortunately, her father ran fast, and they didn't attack the elderly, weak, women, or children, so young Ah-Qing was able to escape unharmed.

Promoting our own tea is no problem. The teas are all picked out by my parents or part-time aunties. Some of the teas may be not very cost-effective, but it's not worth falling for a scam.

As for selling goods for others, it's hard to say. You might negotiate directly with the original factory, but the goods might be shipped by a middleman or a retailer.

There are many intermediaries involved. They can ensure the legitimacy and legality of the distribution process, but they cannot guarantee anything else.

They sell mixed-quality goods, counterfeit goods, and take money without delivering the goods, tying up funds for investment or putting them in the bank to earn short-term interest.

Having experienced it firsthand, Ah Qing felt that she might not be able to withstand the pressure, so she basically had no intention of developing a career as a live-streaming e-commerce host.

Live streaming is a way for her family to supplement their income. Once they no longer need the subsidies, she might stop live streaming and simply film some videos to share the cuteness of the little fox.

"Oh"

Although Ah Qing's explanation was somewhat abstract, the examples she gave clearly illustrated the simple truth that different fields are like different worlds.

If you've never been involved in an industry, you have no way of knowing what's going on inside. You might even be used as a pawn by unscrupulous businessmen without even realizing what's happening.

Tang You responded and then told her father on the other end of the phone that A Qing had declined the invitation from Hohhot.

"Well, if you refused, you refused. My old friend said that you welcome Aqing and the others to visit the northern frontier. You should play less games and take your friends to scenic spots or grasslands more often."

"I'll give you a WeChat contact; you can contact him and they can arrange a fast track for you in the scenic area."

Tang You's father responded twice, hung up the phone, and continued with his own business, not paying much attention.

The story is quite simple: a friend who works at the Development Bureau was slacking off when he saw Tang You in a live stream, and A Qing's live stream had a very high number of viewers.

So, that friend called and asked me to pass on a message.

Autumn has arrived in northern Xia, the peak season for cattle and sheep sales. The Northern Sai Agricultural Development Bureau wants to embrace the trend and lead the way in supporting agricultural development through e-commerce.

…………

It was gradually approaching noon, lunchtime.

"Ah Qing, get me a roasted lamb leg. It's inconvenient to dip mutton in sauce when eating it by hand; it's tasteless, and I don't like it!"

In the shade of the trees outside the scenic area, the restaurant set up a table for A-Qing and delivered the food by electric vehicle, including two plump whole roasted lambs and seven or eight specialty dishes.

The little fox sat on the chair, gripping the table, looking at the whole roasted lamb on the table, and licked its lips.

"Well, this is just for Daju. I specifically told the shop not to add any seasoning."

Ah Qing reached out and pulled out all the iron skewers from the whole roasted lamb. After checking that everything was in order, she handed the whole roasted lamb, along with the tray, to Da Ju.

"Speaking of roasted whole lamb, I remember hearing a funny little story before."

Tang You, who was cutting the mutton, said with a smile: "The legend of roast whole lamb is that a long, long time ago, there was a family whose house suddenly caught fire. The bursting flames lit up the sky. The owner was terrified when he saw this and rushed home to find only ruins."

"The owner of the house was very sad, but as he was wailing, he smelled the aroma of meat. The collapsed roof beam was burning on top of the sheep pen, and it happened to be a fruit tree."

The owner followed the scent and found a sheep, roasted and bright red. He tasted it, his eyes lighting up as he discovered it was delicious. But he was also heartbroken, for his house had burned down. Between his sorrow and the joy of discovering a new way to eat the lamb, he devoured it with gusto.

"Goodness, she's even more gluttonous than me!" Mo Mo exclaimed in amazement after hearing Tang You's explanation of the origin of roasted whole lamb.

"Just an interesting little story." Tang You smiled and shook his head. When the people of the northern frontier were still herding livestock on horseback, roasted whole lamb was a dish served at state banquets and as a sacrificial offering. They didn't have that many wooden houses to live in.

"But it also shows the status and deliciousness of this dish in our northern region."

"click"

Lord Yaoquan opened his mouth and took a crunchy bite of the roasted lamb's rump. The little fox stood on a chair, its front paws pressing down on the roasted lamb's leg, tearing at the meat with its mouth open, making happy whimpering noises. "Ah Qing, help me wipe my paws."

After a satisfying meal, the little fox sat on the chair with a round belly, its tail drooping and swaying behind it. Content and at peace, it looked at Ah Qing and whimpered, as if trying to wipe the oil off its paws.

"it is good"

Aqing picked up a wet wipe from the table and placed it over the little fox's mouth. She first wiped his mouth clean, then lifted his little paws and used the wet wipe to knead the paw pads to gradually remove the oil stains from the fox's paws.

"Thank you, Qing. But I'm full. I want to go out and show off to my friends. We'll come back this afternoon."

"Don't worry about my safety. Look, my apprentice's muscles aren't for nothing."

An Sheng landed on Yaoquan Mountain Lord's back and patted Da Ju's well-defined latissimus dorsi muscles. Da Ju looked bewildered and raised its slightly confused tiger head.

What happened?
Don't masters usually split mountains with a single blow? Do they need to come and help in a fight? Are they supposed to pick up a roasted enemy and sprinkle some chili powder on it?
"Okay, but you have to finish drinking the water first!" Ah Qing nodded in agreement with the little fox, but she took out Xiao An's water bottle and poured out a full glass of water for the little fox to drink.

We just finished eating a whole roasted lamb, and with all that seasoning, Xiao An will definitely be thirsty later.

It is normal for wild animals to drink untreated water.

But wild animals don't live long either!
Ah Qing wouldn't allow the little fox to scavenge for food and drink outside; she even wanted the little fox to stay with her children!
"ton ton ton"

The little fox quickly extended and retracted its tongue, curling the tip slightly to scoop up the water from the cup and drink it down.

"Okay, I'm going out to play."

After drinking the water, the little fox let out a soft moan, climbed onto the back of Yaoquan Mountain Lord, and pointed towards the depths of the Spring Mountain Grassland.

"Where are we going, Master?" Yaoquan Mountain Lord looked at Fuli Master with confusion as they walked into the grassland.

“Go to the Daxinganling camp.” An Sheng took out Tang Lian’s phone on the grassland and called Wang Qiqi to say that he needed to go to the camp.

In less than fifteen minutes, a helicopter that had taken off from Botou City arrived at Chunshan Grassland and took Lord Fuli and Lord Yaoquanshan to the Greater Khingan Mountains.

"Jump."

As soon as Mr. Fuli got off the plane, he saw a very strange scene in the camp.

An unfamiliar auntie sat on the ground, holding an iron ring in her hand. In front of her, a human-faced beetle that stood upright, a pheasant, and a clump of fleshy Ganoderma lucidum covered with ordination scars were squatting.

When she said "jump," the human-faced beetle, the pheasant, and the fleshy Ganoderma all rushed forward, trying to squeeze through the iron ring in her hand.

Taking advantage of its long legs and using a kick to push off the face of the Ganoderma lucidum, the pheasant was the first to pass through the ring.

"it is good!"

The woman offered a word of praise, then took a cigarette lighter from the toolbox beside her, her expression indifferent, and looked at the uneasy flesh-like Ganoderma lucidum and the human-faced beetle, saying:

"Question 1: Please explain welfare capitalism to me in classical Chinese."

"Question Two: In five minutes, you will write a detailed essay arguing what harm would be done to society and the people if there were no restrictions on individual freedom."

The fleshy Ganoderma lucidum and the human-faced beetle eagerly raised their hands.

"What are they doing?" An Sheng stared blankly at the scene before her, then asked Li Wenkang, who was walking over to pick her up.

"Oh! Come to think of it, you didn't see my colleague last night."

Upon hearing Master Fuli's question, Li Wenkang revealed a strange smile and said:
"The famous animal tamer, Wu Qingqing"

"He is also the professor who put forward the paper 'Westerners and the Scourge of God: Arguments on the Differences in Logic Between China and Abroad'."

"What is this?" An Sheng asked slowly, looking at the interested Li Wenkang.

"Nothing much. It's just that, why did the continent of Europe, after being invaded and ravaged by multiple empires, not harbor any resentment but instead feel a sense of worship? According to Professor Wu Qingqing's paper, we can find out one thing."

"Those who call themselves God's chosen people believe deep down that they are the superior race and cannot possibly lose. If they were to lose, how could they possibly be the superior race?"

"Based on this logic, we can conclude that in their religious thought, because I am chosen by God, I cannot possibly lose. If I do lose, it can only be said that this is God's spur on me, a pain and tribulation I need to experience."

Li Wenkang looked strange and mocking as he said to Master Fuli, "Therefore, based on Professor Wu Qingqing's reasoning, we can arrive at an answer."

"You torture foreigners to death = you are God's messenger sent down to earth to spur them on."

An Sheng stared blankly, glancing sideways at Li Wenkang, who was spouting nonsense: "So you're saying that even if I killed them all, they should still thank us, right?"

"Yeah! They should order us takeout as a thank you for our help when we were torturing him."

"gab."

Li Wenkang and Master Fuli's frivolous banter naturally reached Wu Qingqing's ears, and she retorted with a single sentence:
"Don't listen to Principal Li's strange talk. I'm just a peasant woman in the village who raises hunting dogs. I don't have any weird titles. I just had a bit of an adventure and went to school for a few more days."

While speaking, Wu Qingqing did not forget to press the cigarette lighter in her hand onto the human-faced beetle's buttocks.

The human-faced beetle, its face contorted, jumped half a meter while clutching its scalded rear end, vigorously rubbing its smoking bottom.

The meat lingzhi and the pheasant's eyelids twitched. They tried to recite the four principles of moral education that they had memorized last night in their hearts, thinking about how to transform them into classical Chinese.

(End of this chapter)