Let’s not talk about how the fish and birds light years away turned against each other because of “who is the host’s first little cute thing” and almost recreated the sea and air battles of ancient times. Anyway, Qi Guang, who worked diligently, didn’t care about this at all. It was not until the system couldn’t stand it anymore and swiped a message that he realized that the audience had given him gifts.
Qi Guang cancelled the Do Not Disturb mode on the live broadcast interface and saw a long list of gift reminders in the message bar. He had never done a live broadcast before, but he still understood the general routine.
"Thanks to [Heath] for the starship, thank you to [Fierlo] for the starship." Qi Guang read the gift list like an emotionless machine. Even so, Heath and Phil, who were named as their pseudonyms by the host, were already very satisfied. One shook its wings with plucked feathers, and the other shook its tail with pulled fish scales, and they threw ten or eight starships at Qi Guang.
Phil is an heirloom rich fish who owns a private fishing area, and Heath, who is older than him, is a rich bird who owns several private sky cities. The two men with rich private piggy banks are particularly happy to give gifts to their favorite anchors, and they can create a star fleet for Qi Guang in minutes.
--Fifty starship gifts are a star fleet. The anchor who receives the star fleet can not only split the revenue with the platform 50-50, but also have his or her name briefly on the small broadcast on the entire platform.
Even though Qi Guang's live broadcast room only flashed on the small radio for less than a second, he immediately saw the number of viewers in the upper right corner jump from a few to dozens, but for some reason the barrage and comments remained silent, as if they were competing with him to see who had better concentration.
Audience: Ahhh, host, I can! ! ! !
Looks good, want to...
Qi Guang certainly didn't expect that it was his appearance that caused the silence. He could only face the camera and remain silent. Seeing that the number of viewers increased but the live broadcast room was dead silent, he gave up wasting time on something he was not good at at all.
It was rare that the system was generous enough to give him the benefit of being a novice who is proficient in the language. It translated the comments of the interstellar audience in real time into a language that Qi Guang could understand, including various buzzwords and memes, which were faithfully and elegantly replaced with sentences with similar meanings.
The sun had already come out, and it was still a sunny day. Qi Guang took a last look at his clean self in front of the camera, and honestly scooped mud from the river to smear it on his face and body.
The river mud has a delicate feel, without too many rough impurities like sand or gravel. It feels a bit like a mud-like cleansing mask, covering the skin softly and slightly sticky.
At this time, there were one or two "!!!" comments floating by, but Qi Guang was busy wiping the river mud off his body, and didn't pay any attention to the signals from the StarCraft audience who were heartbroken by his "disfigurement".
On the contrary, Qi Guang was very satisfied with the use of the "sunscreen" and within a minute he had recovered from his muddy and dirty appearance.
Let’s put the live broadcast where no one is talking on hold for now and just make the most of the time to get to work.
Qi Guang used his own fire-making kit to light the fire. There was no need to collect firewood specially, as the forest nearby was full of flammable branches and dead leaves. However, Qi Guang was very careful when lighting the fire and adding firewood, and he used stones to circle the fire to prevent sparks from splashing outside.
As the saying goes, if there is a fire on the mountain, there is a police station at the foot of the mountain.
If he were in Qi Guang's situation, if he wasn't careful he would find that it was not a police station but a real crematorium.
Qi Guang only maintained the minimum flame of the fire, and roasted the shrimps and crabs he caught yesterday by the fire. At the same time, he took out the roughly polished stone chisel, stone knife and stone axe, and found a flat and wide stone nearby to use as a whetstone. He poured water on it to wet it, and then carefully sharpened the blade of the axe.
The rocks in the cave are hard and rough, suitable for roughly grinding out the shape of the blade. The stones by the river have fine textures, and by pouring water on them and rubbing them evenly, they can be ground into a sharper edge.
Qi Guang stroked the edge of the stone axe that had been polished again. Compared with various tools in the civilized era, this edge could only be described as rough and dull, but it was already a good degree of finish that could meet his daily needs.
The shrimps and crabs for breakfast were hastily eaten during the break from grinding the stone tools. After the dark grilled fish last night, even the shrimps and crabs without any seasoning seemed extremely delicious. Qi Guang ate every prawn head and shell carefully, washed and put away the crab shells that could not be eaten, and used the crab lungs that could not be eaten as bait.
The two fish traps we set yesterday yielded a pretty good harvest, with a total of two fish and a few shrimp.
As usual, Qi Guang stuffed the fish and shrimp into the fish basket and put it into the water to keep them fresh, then found a suitable thick branch nearby and dragged them back.
He wanted to use this to make the handle of his stone axe.
Qi Guang considered making a simpler stone hand axe as a transition, but his good luck in having food and drink and successfully making a fire gave him the confidence to skip this basic version and go directly to making the advanced version with a wooden axe handle.
A groove of suitable size was chiseled out on the wood used to make the axe handle. Qi Guang placed the sparking charcoal from the fire into the groove and used the heat from the charcoal to burn holes in the handle that went through the front and back to accommodate the stone axe blade.
The rough wooden handle was quickly scratched with fire to burn off the prickly burrs, and then the stone axe blade was inserted into the hole and tightened. It felt just right, not too light or too heavy, and was a good axe for work.
Qi Guang wrapped the rope made of vines around it a few more times to strengthen it, then tried to wave it in his hand.
Qi Guang spent most of the morning to finish making this axe, and finally he could start to cut the thin and easy-to-cut saplings in the forest.
Although there are abundant tree branch resources on the ground, most of them are thin branches. Qi Guang's future development needs determine that he needs more and better quality wood.
Wood, not branches.
Qi Guang picked a small tree by the river as his first target for trying out his axe. He raised the stone axe and chopped it down according to inertia. The axe blade successfully cut deep marks on the tree. Ten minutes later, he successfully used the deep grooves made by the chopping to push down the tree.
My palms were just numb and my arms were sore, and I almost sprained my waist.
It seems that the stone axe was made successfully, but he still needs to practice hard to learn how to use it.
Qi Guang shook his arms and crossed out another item about tool needs in his notebook.
Because the wood was mainly used near the shelter, and the trees that damaged the river had to be carried back with great effort, Qi Guang did not waste his energy on damaging other small trees by the river.
He also made full use of the felled trees, rolling them to the fire a few steps away to use as ready-made firewood.
Qi Guang also sat down and took a breath. The river mud on his body was now dried out and cracked, and was about to lose its moisturizing and sun-protective effect. He needed to add some water and some new river mud.
The river mud is fine, soft and slightly sticky. It can be easily rolled into a large ball and will not fall apart. Its texture is more like clay than soil.
The definition of clay itself is soil with little sand content and is sticky. Water cannot pass through it easily and it has good plasticity.
Qi Guang couldn't help but have a bold idea -
Clay can be used to make pottery.
Perhaps river mud is not as strong and durable as pottery made from real clay, but even if the resulting vessels are inferior and cannot be called pottery, as long as they can hold water and withstand fire, they are priceless to Qi Guang who is starting from scratch.
Digging river mud and kneading soil does not require much physical strength, so Qi Guang made his first attempt during his break after cutting down trees.
Pick out the branches and leaves from the river mud ball, rub it repeatedly and shape it into a small bowl, then set it aside and wait for it to dry.
It is easy to crack if the pottery is fired directly without drying it. He has already cut corners on the raw materials, so it is better not to skimp on the production process.
When Qi Guang was kneading the mud, finally a barrage of comments that was not “?” or “!” floated across the screen.
At this point the number of viewers had broken through three digits, with 107 people watching online with their faces turned towards the camera.
What is the anchor doing
The person who spoke was a newbie who had just entered the live broadcast room and asked questions weakly, not knowing what was going on.
But this question...
The audience fell into deeper silence in unison.
In fact, they didn't know what the host was doing. In the end, the only impression they had was the host's face - the wet, semi-long black hair was pushed back, further highlighting the delicate contours of the eyebrows and eyes, the misty eyelashes against the faint red at the end of the eyes, the eyes were clearly black and white, and condensed with a light cold light.
Even though his face was covered with river mud, they could automatically complete and correct his entire face when looking into those eyes, and see the present moment without realizing it.
I even gave away quite a few gifts sporadically.
Qi Guang also saw that barrage.
He thought about it, then pointed the camera at the small clay bowl he had made, adjusting the angle to avoid inharmonious parts of his body being in the frame.
"That's it." Qi Guang paused to organize his words, and the camera slowly looked up from the small cup and around, "As the name of the live broadcast said, I am in distress now."
He tried to explain his situation to the audience as clearly and understandably as possible - live broadcast was his only channel to contact the outside world and the only possible channel for rescue.
It is like the shadow of a ship sailing on the sea, giving those stranded on a desert island a slim hope of being rescued.
The number of comments increased because the host started speaking, but unfortunately most of them were just complaints and laughter.
After all, if the audience believed Qi Guang’s words immediately, that would be weird.
God damn, the earth is in distress. The host of 2333333 is indeed a human.
Every time humans launch a plan to recover the Earth, I am brainwashed by the word Earth = =.
It's really hard to hold back. The residents of Weiyang Star have expressed their desire to move. As an animal species, I don't fit in among the humans who are collectively suffering from homesickness.
But to be honest, the Earth has been lost for almost two thousand years, and it is not easy for humans to not give up until now.
After all, it is the home planet... Although the civilization has basically been cut off [covering face].
The home planet was lost, the civilization was cut off, and there were only a few hundred people left when it was first discovered. Yet, they were able to turn the tide in this situation. Is the human race real? The Child of Destiny does not need to explain.
As a fellow human, I couldn't help but hug myself sadly when I saw the host trying hard to pretend that he was on Earth.
Woohoo, I also want to go back to Earth. The human race has been dreaming of going home for two thousand years qaq.
Even if the Earth is in danger, it would be worth it to die on the mother planet.
…
Qi Guang silently observed the barrage of comments, absorbing the information he needed from them.
The interstellar age is indeed an era in which humans conquered the sea of stars, but it is also an era in which humans lost their home planet and almost all of their civilizational heritage perished.
Qi Guang didn’t know how humans in the last days embarked on the journey into the universe. Just like after a long period of time, the beautiful and legendary home planet Earth of humankind seemed as distant as an unattainable dream.
The earliest record of human beings by interstellar civilization came from a spaceship, an airship that was so shabby that it almost disintegrated in space.
The last few hundred humans landed on a nearly disintegrating airship and sought refuge from the interstellar government at the time. Their home planet had suffered an unspeakable disaster, and they were the last survivors of that beautiful planet.
Detailed records of this period of history are no longer available. The human race eventually joined the Interstellar Alliance as third-class refugees, but in the subsequent one, two, and three interstellar wars, they seized the opportunity to rise rapidly and have now become a behemoth that occupies more than one-third of the interstellar population.
As a price, the human race lost the star map that recorded the location of their home planet, and has not yet found the way home. They can only pass on the last echoes of the civilization of their home planet from generation to generation, and the desire to go home engraved in their bones and blood.
Therefore, every several decades to one or two hundred years, as long as it is not a period of war or difficulty, the human race will restart the "Earth Recovery Plan". Countless spaceships loaded with hope that is known to be slim will search for traces of the Earth in the vast sea of stars.
It should be a blue, vibrant, beautiful and miraculous planet.
…
Well, it's beautiful indeed.
Qi Guang blinked and calmly added the follow-up in his mind - it seemed that if nothing unexpected happened, there was really no hope for him to be rescued.
Then no matter how brilliant the future of Interstellar is, it is only related to his points. The right thing to do is to save more resources and work hard to live longer.
While Qi Guang was waiting for the mud to dry in the small bowl, he went to cut some wild grass and made himself a small grass skirt.
Thanks to the hunger and starvation in the apocalypse, the fat on his belly had been eliminated, and the remaining bit of vine rope could be tied together to make a belt.
In summer, there is no longer the soft and tender wild grass like in spring, and the woven grass skirt is a little bit tight, but the conditions are limited and he has to endure it a little. Now he can at least have his whole body in the camera.
Wearing a small grass skirt, Qi Guang gathered vines and began to weave fish traps.
This time he can focus the camera on what he is doing and explain a few words about what he is doing.
Faced with a large, messy mass of vines that intertwined and twisted to form two neatly shaped small baskets, which were then stuffed together to (seemingly) catch fish, the audience in the era of interstellar black technology expressed their ignorance.
What happened just now? How did it suddenly turn into a basket
10. It’s amazing that your ten fingers are so flexible!
Yes, it is really amazing [chest straightened.jpg]. Back then, the parts of our first generation of mecha were all hand-polished!
When it comes to handicrafts, no one is better than the human race. Weaving a basket is a basic operation.
Spoken like you could make it up...
When it comes to manual skills, the machines are watching you silently →→
The machine made a sound of dissatisfaction.jpg
Phew, let’s not count those silicon-based races that can modify themselves, okay!
The barrage of comments unknowingly deviated from the topic. Qi Guang carried the newly made fishing traps and placed them at different locations in the river. He also harvested today's lunch from the fishing traps he had placed previously.
River shrimp*2, small fish*1.
This time, Qi Guang did not forget to remove the fish's internal organs, and the bloody scene was automatically blurred as soon as it appeared in the camera.
When Phil saw Qi Guang cut open the belly of the fish and reached in to pull out a bloody mosaic, he couldn't help but shudder in front of the screen and hugged his beautiful fish tail which looked plump and delicious.