How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

Lin Zixuan felt that his current posture resembled a human sculpture.

The Huawei Mate60 Pro RS Master in his hand felt heavier than any supercar in his garage at that moment.

Because every pixel that moves on the screen affects the heartbeats of hundreds of thousands of people.

"Don't shake! You rich kid, steady your hand!"

"I want to see a close-up of the pork going into the pot!"

"Turn the camera a little to the left, I want to see that lady in Hanfu peeling garlic!"

The comments were so dense and fast that it was impossible to see the IDs.

Lin Zixuan secretly glanced at the data in the upper right corner.

Online users: 18+.

Number of followers: 42.6.

There wasn't the exaggerated figure of millions overnight that I had imagined, but the growth curve was frighteningly stable.

Dozens of new followers flood in every second.

The gift effects never stopped.

Although Xu An had previously told everyone to stop posting, these netizens were still focused on his rebellious nature.

The "Carnival" exploded on the screen as if it were free.

Lin Zixuan's lips twitched slightly.

He wondered if Xu An, that socially anxious guy, knew that he had already earned tens of thousands of yuan in "passive income" in just a short time, would he faint from fright by the stove?

There were just too many people there.

Only the few dozen people squeezed in the very front row could see what was happening in the courtyard.

Behind them, the huge crowd was so dense that you could barely see any heads.

Thus, an extremely cyberpunk scene unfolded—

Thousands of people stood on the ridges of the fields in Xujia Village. Even though the meat was just a few hundred meters away, they all lowered their heads and "virtually supervised" the work through the live stream on their mobile phone screens.

"The color of this meat is so good, I can almost smell the fishy smell through the screen."

"Upstairs, that's umami flavor. Don't talk nonsense if you don't know."

"Where's the blogger? Where did the blogger go?"

Suddenly, someone asked a question in the live stream.

Lin Zixuan quickly adjusted the angle, aiming the camera at the large iron pot in the corner of the yard.

Xu An had long forgotten that he was live-streaming.

The sleeves of the military overcoat were rolled up high, revealing arms stained with pig's blood and bits of grass.

He was squatting on the ground, holding a not-so-sharp kitchen knife, struggling with a pile of white radishes that had just been pulled from the ground.

"Sir, should I cut this radish into chunks or slices?"

Xu An looked up and asked a question, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat.

Grandpa was standing in front of the large iron pot, which was a meter in diameter, holding a long ladle that looked like a paddle. His expression was so serious that it was as if he were commanding a vast army.

"Cut it into chunks! Big chunks!"

"They melt in your mouth after being sliced ​​and stewed!"

"Where's the water? You there, bring two more buckets!"

"This pot isn't big enough... how can we share it all..."

Grandpa stirred the bubbling white soup in the pot while muttering to himself with a worried expression.

Although Director Wang brought in supplies, that's enough to feed five thousand people.

With just this one pot and our two pigs, even if we had magic, we couldn't conjure up five thousand bowls of braised pork.

"Grandpa, let's stew a big pot of vegetables."

Xu An threw the chopped radish into the bowl, his voice sounding very practical, completely unlike the awkwardness he had when facing the camera.

"Cut the meat into cubes and sauté it in oil."

"Add more glass noodles, more cabbage, and more tofu."

"Just make sure everyone can have a bowl of hot food and taste the meat."

"We can't let people come all this way and catch a cold."

These words were clearly transmitted into the live broadcast room via the phone with excellent sound quality in Lin Zixuan's hand.

The comments section was instantly filled with tears.

[ID: Homesick Wanderer]: I'm so upset, I'm really upset. "Add more vermicelli, add more cabbage," those were my grandma's exact words back then!

[ID Top Chef]: This is the essence of a traditional Chinese banquet! The best way to enjoy a pork stew is by mixing everything together!

[ID's failed weight loss]: The blogger's honest words are so heartwarming. He doesn't bother with fancy plating; he's just worried we'll be left out.

[ID doesn't like cilantro]: I had the bowl all ready, and I ate a whole bowl of white rice while looking at the screen. It was so delicious!

However, the real problems remain severe.

Having recipes isn't enough; you need people to do the work.

If Xu An were to chop radishes all by himself, he'd be chopping until next year.

Just then, Da Biao's booming voice resounded throughout the venue once again.

"Don't just sit there!"

"Anyone who wants to eat, get moving!"

"This truck has cabbage, potatoes, and glass noodles!"

"Those who can cook, stand on the left; those who are strong, stand on the right; and those who can only eat... go sing some Henan opera on that hillside over there to entertain us!"

Da Biao stood in the back of a truck that had just been unloaded, holding that broken megaphone in his hand, exuding an aura of immense power.

Even in the live stream, viewers could feel the oppressive aura of that ruthless bandit.

[ID Raptor Squad]: It has to be my Brother Biao! With that kind of coordination ability, it's a pity he's not a foreman.

【ID Doesn't Want to Go to Work】: LOL, someone who only knows how to eat is going to perform in a play? Then I can only perform breaking a boulder on my chest.

[ID Foodie Squad]: This is what participation feels like! I want to peel garlic too!

The atmosphere at the scene was instantly ignited.

The netizens who were originally watching and taking pictures put away their phones and rolled up their sleeves.

"I'm from Chengdu, and I'm a level three chef! I'll handle this stir-frying!"

A bespectacled, well-mannered young man rushed into the yard and skillfully snatched the large ladle.

"I can peel potatoes! I'm a surgeon, my knife skills are precise!"

"I'm strong, I'll chop the wood!"

"I'll take this cabbage. I'm from Northeast China, and this is how I make sauerkraut!"

In an instant, Xu Anjia's once desolate threshing ground was transformed into the largest open-air kitchen on the entire internet.

Hundreds of people were gathered around the piles of ingredients.

Some people were squatting on the ground picking vegetables, some were lined up to wash vegetables, and some were chopping firewood to start a fire.

There were even a few girls dressed in JK uniforms who, without caring about the dirt, sat on small stools and intently peeled garlic.

Lin Zixuan held up his phone, the camera panning across the bustling scene.

There were no complaints.

There was no disdain.

There were only bursts of laughter and the occasional roar of "Who stole my raw radish?"

The number of viewers in the live stream surged again.

[Number of online users: 25+]

In this atomized and indifferent society, the sight of thousands of people working together for the same pot is a truly therapeutic spectacle.

"This isn't a pig-slaughtering feast, it's clearly a large-scale children's game!"

"I'm so envious. I also want to go to that courtyard and experience the lively atmosphere."

"This is real life, a million times better than those meticulously edited pastoral videos."

On the periphery of the crowd.

Director Wang Xingbang was wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, roaring into the phone.

"Hurry! Why aren't we there yet?"

"What about the chef training programs at vocational colleges?"

"Where is the head chef of the county guesthouse?"

"Bring them all over here!"

"These netizens are enthusiastic, but that's a meal for thousands of people! What if it's half-cooked?"

Wang Xingbang watched as the group of IT programmers and office workers clumsily chopped vegetables, and his heart nearly stopped.

He was confused in his haste.

They were only thinking about building roads and sending supplies, but they forgot that cooking is a skill.

Fortunately, it's just a quick lunch so far.

If dinner is prepared like this, where will Huixian put its face?

"Don't worry, Chief! They're already on their way! They've even brought ten cooking pots!"

The secretary's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

Wang Xingbang finally breathed a sigh of relief and slumped down on a roadside stone.

"This overwhelming wealth..."

"It really strains my back to keep doing these things."

yard.

The first pot of "mixed stew" has already started bubbling.

That was all the essence contributed by Xu Anjia's 300-pound black pig.

Large chunks of pork belly tumble in the boiling broth, the glass noodles soak up the meat juices and become translucent, and the cabbage is soft and flavorful.

The rich aroma of meat, mixed with the spiciness of scallions, ginger, and garlic, and the smoky flavor unique to a wood-fired stove.

It drifted for two miles, carried by the wind from the Taihang Mountains.

"Gulp."

Lin Zixuan couldn't help but swallow hard into the microphone.

The sound was clearly audible in the live stream.

【ID Lin Shao Bie Chan】: Hahahaha, even a rich second-generation can't resist the temptation of this pork stew?

[ID wants to eat braised pork]: Listen to the drooling sounds.

[ID Cloud Eating Expert]: I can almost smell that aroma! Where's Xu An? Give Xu An a shot!

The camera pans.

Xu Anzheng stood by the stove, holding a small bowl in his hand, and carefully tasted a sip of soup.

He frowned.

Then I sprinkled another handful of salt in.

Take another bite.

His brows relaxed, revealing a kind and honest smile.

"middle!"

"It's ready to serve!"

Just then, Da Biao came over and glanced at the pot.

Although the pot was full, it was still too little meat for 5,000 people.

On average, each person couldn't even get a single piece of meat.

"brother."

Da Biao pointed to the "official pig" next to him that hadn't moved yet.

It was just delivered from the county. It was even bigger than Xu An's, and it looked to weigh about 400 jin (200 kg).

Lying on the cutting board, it was groaning and moaning as if it had a premonition of something.

"This first batch is just for everyone to try."

"If we want to feed these thousands of brothers, one pot alone won't be enough."

Xu An glanced at the pig.

I glanced again at the netizens outside who were eagerly waiting for dinner.

Especially seeing several young ladies who hadn't removed their makeup yet, their noses red from the cold, but still insisting on helping to carry plates.

Xu An's socially awkward and tender heart was deeply hurt.

"kill!"

Xu An put down the empty bowl in his hand, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Now that we're here, we can't let everyone just drink soup."

"At the very least... everyone should have a big slice of meat in their bowl!"

He picked up the butcher knife again.

I rubbed it against the sole of the shoe a couple of times.

"Brother Lin, turn the camera around a bit."

Xu An shouted at Lin Zixuan, "The following scene is not suitable for children."

Lin Zixuan understood immediately and slightly raised the camera, capturing only Xu An's resolute profile.

Although the viewers in the live stream didn't see the screen, they heard the dull thud of the fall and the burst of hot air.

The screen was flooded with comments.

【ID: Piggy is so cute】: I'm moved to tears. Piggy sacrificed herself twice so that we could have enough to eat.

[ID Warning: It's so good!]: Don't cry, upstairs. You'll be the first to eat meat later.

[ID: Henan Fellow Villager]: This is how people from Henan treat their guests! Not enough to eat? Then kill another one! Plenty to go!

[ID Want to Go to the Scene]: Looking at Xu An's profile, I suddenly think he's so handsome. The way he works so hard to make sure everyone eats well is really charming.

The number of followers has finally surpassed 700,000.

This data was not purchased.

This was achieved at the cost of two pigs' lives and Xu An's burning sincerity.

12:30 PM.

The first batch of pork stew is finally ready.

There are no fancy tableware; many people even use half a watermelon rind or their own lunchboxes.

People squatted on the ridges of the fields, sat on the rocks, or even stood up.

Holding the steaming bowl in my hands.

He slurped up the rice noodles and chewed on the slices of meat with alternating layers of fat and lean meat.

"Delicious! It's fucking delicious!"

"This meat smells amazing! It's not dry at all!"

"This soup is amazing! I want another bowl!"

Xu An held a bowl and squatted down next to his grandfather.

He didn't eat any meat, only some cabbage soup.

Looking at the people all over the mountains eating from their bowls, and seeing the satisfied blush on their faces.

Xu An put his hands into his sleeves and gently nudged his grandfather's shoulder.

"Master."

"How is it?"

Grandpa took a sip of the liquor; it was Moutai, a gift from Lin Zixuan.

The old man's face was rosy, and his eyes were full of light.

"My dear grandson."

"This scene... is even more exciting than the communal meals we had in the production team back in the day."

"We haven't disgraced our ancestors."

Xu An smiled.

Those big white teeth were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

He took out his black and gold phone and glanced at the rapidly scrolling comments.

"Um."

"I'm not ashamed."

"that is……"

Xu An looked at the second pig, which had already been turned into chunks of meat, and silently made some calculations in his mind.

"Judging by the amount of food these people eat..."

"Those two that the bureau chief sent, I'm afraid they won't last past tonight either."