C152 Everything Was Ready Except for the East Wind

Another half a month later.

The four seasons of the Northern Lands were distinct. Although it was just the beginning of September, it was only a matter of time before a chill ran down their spines. The bare-chested men in the village put on their clothes and pants when they went out to work in the morning.

In a few days, it would be the day of the cultural development of the Hezhe people.

During this period of time, Liu Sanshun and Fu Xiaoqing did not dare to relax. They finally completed the creation of the large-scale fish skin painting, Day of the Crow Sun Festival.

At the same time, Fu Xiaoqing also squeezed out some time to create a 1. 5 meter long fish skin painting, the Wall of the Nine Dragons.

This could also be considered a medium-sized fish skin painting. Fu Xiaoqing originally wanted to make it bigger in order to display the grand momentum of the "Nine Dragon Wall. " How could it be that the time was too short? She had brought the students to work overtime, so she could only make such a large painting.

As a result, a three-meter long Crow Sun's Day was mainly played, and a meter and a half Nine Dragon Wall was supplemented. In addition to some scattered small pieces and two exquisite fish skin clothes, there was a total of more than 30 pieces. It was enough for an exhibition lineup.

In the town, Big Sister Song had also sent seven or eight pieces of work over these few days. She said that they were all done in her spare time, so the pieces weren't very big. However, the content was very rich, such as Fishing, Sunshine Net, ' Roast Fish, Bonfire,' Worship the Gods, Pushing the Grind, and so on. They were all works that displayed the Huzhe clan's style and the culture of the Black Dragon River.

This made Liu Sanshun very happy. He knew that in such a large-scale exhibition, the guests and businessmen who participated in the exhibition liked this kind of thing that represented the culture of the people. This was because many of the things that the locals did not see were actually special cultures.

Liu Sanshun arranged all the works, made up a number, and then took a photo. Then, through Director Zhang of the Aquatic Animal Rescue Center, he solemnly sent it to the relevant comrades in charge of this exhibition.

Now, everything was ready except for the east wind. After the exhibition had passed the review, they could prepare to set off for the provincial capital.

Although they were invited to participate in the exhibition, they still had to follow the corresponding procedures. At the very least, they had to let the organizers take a look at the works prepared for the exhibition. This also showed how much importance the organizers attached to the Hezhe culture and how much they looked forward to this event.

As the day of the exhibition approached, Liu Sanshun began counting the days with his fingers.

However, what made him somewhat uneasy was that he had already submitted his works for the exhibition for five days, but he still hadn't received any news from the organizers.

That morning, Liu Sanshun sat at the entrance, feeding a bunch of budding rice to the big goose while chatting with the fans in the live broadcast room.

Liu Sanshun no longer needed to rack his brains to think of jokes every day to attract the fans' attention. After a few months, Liu Sanshun liked to talk big. He was a little smart, and he had a tough and responsible personality. He had already won the fans' love.

Now, even if he didn't do anything and just fed the big goose, there would still be a few hundred people chatting with him for a long time.

In Hao Dali's words, when your fans became sticky, even if you farted, there would be people coming over to listen to you.

This sounded awkward, but it actually made sense.

Just like at this moment, Liu Sanshun was feeding the big goose while livestreaming. He didn't sell anything during the day. He only interacted with everyone and wouldn't broadcast for long. Usually, it would end in an hour or half an hour at most.

He would still use Hao Dali's words to explain: This was called Hunger Marketing. You can't wait to broadcast live for 23 hours 24 hours a day. People would be annoyed by your face, so who would care what you sell?

"Hey, you said that it's been five days since I handed in the materials. Why hasn't there been any movement? Could it be that he didn't like it and gave it to the PASS? "

In the live broadcast room, Liu Sanshun was talking to himself in front of the camera. He was more or less absent-minded.

Everyone comforted him.

"Don't worry. Maybe there are a lot of people attending the exhibition. The audit will be done bit by bit. It's not like you are the only one attending the exhibition. "

"That's right. Besides, who asked you to submit so many works at once? Nearly forty fish skin paintings and two fish skin clothes. You must be very enthusiastic. You didn't even know how big the exhibition hall was for you, and you only prepared so many goods. "

"The host was invited to participate in the exhibition. The booth definitely won't be small. Moreover, the more works he submitted, the bigger the exhibition hall will be, right? "

"Let me ask you in a weak voice, is the exhibition hall free of charge?"

"Invitation, of course, is free of charge. However, I'm a little worried right now. Is there anyone who can participate in this kind of exhibition? If San Shun excitedly goes there and doesn't manage to sell a few paintings, then wouldn't his dream of marrying Little Qing be shattered again?"

Liu San Shun had hit the nail on the head. He gave a handful of budding rice to the big goose. Then, he clapped his hands and said to the fans in the live broadcast room, "You guys just worry about it for a day. It's not easy for me to get such an opportunity. How can I not prepare more works? As the saying goes, One sheep was also released, and two sheep were also rushed. Most of the students here are newbies, so the quality of our works is not that good. If the quantity can't be increased, what can we use to compete with them?"

He paused for a moment and said, "As for how many paintings can be sold, I don't have much hope. Anyway, we can take the first step. I think it's a success, take it slow. Whose child can run when he's on the ground? As for the matter of marrying Little Qing. . . Don't spread rumors. I've never said such a thing before. "

As soon as he finished speaking, a fan immediately followed up.

"Good, Liu Sanshun. How dare you say it again in front of us? Have you never thought of marrying Little Sister Qing?"

This sentence was quickly answered by the fans, and everyone started to jeer. Liu Sanshun was helpless, so he cleared his throat and said, "Don't force me. I'm telling you, from the start, I've said that I want to promote traditional culture. . . "

However, his words were clearly lacking confidence, and in the end, he was immediately unanimously spurned by everyone.

"Come, I'll count to three. Everyone, let's write those words together. "

"One, two, three. . . "

"You just want my body!"

This way. . . Liu Sanshun did not know whether to laugh or cry. He wanted to explain, but he felt that the more he explained, the blacker it became. He simply did not say anything and just laughed foolishly.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of his initial determination to learn fish skin paintings. When he pestered Fu Xiaoqing all day long, there were also many netizens who commented on him.

Seeing hundreds of people flooding the screen at the same time, Liu Sanshun felt a sense of happiness in his heart. He couldn't help but secretly ask himself, Back then, I was determined to learn fish skin paintings from Fu Xiaoqing. Could it be that he really wasn't craving her. . .

Just as he thought of this, Fu Xiaoqing's figure suddenly appeared at the entrance.

Liu Sanshun saw that the live broadcast room was still flooded with messages and was somewhat flustered. He squeezed out a smile and said to Xiaoqing, "Sister Xiaoqing, you're here. "

As he said this, he kept winking at the netizens in the live broadcast room, signaling for them to change the topic.

But it was too late. Fu Xiaoqing came in front of Liu Sanshun with a smile that was not a smile. She raised her phone and waved it at him.

On the screen, it was the scene of Liu Sanshun's live broadcast.