Daily live broadcast became popular in ancient times

Chapter 16 Revenge
  hospital.

The little gangster was lying on the hospital bed. Before he opened his eyes, the smell of disinfectant rushed into his nostrils, frantically brushing his presence, for fear that he would not know that he was in the hospital.

Smelling the smell of death, the gangster frowned, his newly opened eyes became confused again, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to vomit.

An unpeeled apple was stuffed into his mouth and he said, "Brother, wake up! Come on, eat the apple." Seeing that he was stunned and didn't move his mouth, he pressed down harder and said, "Hey, brother, you're welcome."

Huang Mao laughed happily and scratched his head, feeling embarrassed.

Enduring the pain, he took out the big apple from his mouth with the less injured hand, "Fuck you!" Zhang San roared, hitting Huang Mao's head with a red ball, "Get out!".

Because of the forced apple, his mouth couldn't close for a few seconds, and unknown liquid remained from the corners of his mouth.

Is this what the boss is like when he turns into a fool? When Huang Mao was hit, he was not angry for the first time. Instead, he felt happy imagining what the gangster would look like after becoming demented.

Avoiding Huang Mao, who was still laughing after being hit, Zhang San looked at the air next to him and found that they were the only two living creatures in the entire ward, and asked: "Why are you the only one, where are the others?".

Picking up the apple, wiping it on his clothes and chewing it, he vaguely answered the boss: "They didn't have money to pay for the hospitalization fee, so they went home directly." No medicine was prescribed.

Huang Mao was taken to work today by his family. He was at home when Ji Jiuru rescued Mei. He originally regretted that he couldn't drink soda, but he escaped a severe beating.

"Ignore them for now," Zhang San told him.

These little gangsters idle around on the streets every day, relying on their boss to grab fat sheep for food and drink. How can they afford to be hospitalized like the boss Zhang San, so they just go home and lie down in despair.

"Go and call that kid over, ask him to buy me some delicious food, and then pay for the medical expenses."

"Hey" Huang Mao's eyes lit up and he ran away with the apple in his mouth.

Behind the scenes, several gangsters only listened to Zhang San's orders, but the boss on the surface was "that boy" he called them.

It seems that the old man who is the leader of the army is in his rebellious stage and likes to go against me. He gives generous money and treats the gangsters as closer than real brothers.

Zhang San only met him a year ago. When he wanted to eat something, he would ask him to buy it. He usually used it as a cash machine.

Last week, a man gave Zhang San a sum of money and asked him to take the young master to do bad things. The bigger the trouble, the better. He promised to bail him out and give him another sum of money after the incident was completed.

Zhang San is neither old nor young. One person has enough to eat and the whole family is not hungry, so he agreed. In the past few days, I have been taking the young master to rob people in crowded places. I didn't expect that he didn't come today.
  My little brother and I were full from the fried pork with bamboo shoots!
  Staring at the white ceiling for a long time, circling around the ceiling, Zhang San cursed in his mind, "When that kid comes, let him save himself and get something to eat."

Someone came to change his dressing. "Our boss is the chief's youngest son!" Zhang San boasted to the nurse.

After waiting for a minute or an hour, Huang Mao came back and said, "Boss, that kid was detained by someone from his family." He was sent away without anyone seeing him.

Zhang San secretly exclaimed that he was really unlucky today.

No one was robbed during the robbery, and he and his younger brother were even beaten!

And that damn woman I met today!
  Zhang San decided to let the young master go find trouble with women after he recovered from his injuries, while he watched the show from behind.

No matter whether a woman is beaten by a young master or a young master is bullied by a woman, he will not lose!
  ……

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Autumn, Autumn? Autumn!"

After sneezing three times in a row, Ji Jiuru burst into tears. She looked around in confusion and kept peeling the skin off her hands.

She was eating roasted sweet potatoes. When she just returned home, her new sister from the family hospital gave it to her. She is a neighbor of Zhao Yefang. I heard that she is a doctor. She often works overtime in the hospital because she leaves early and returns late. Ji Jiuru took a big bite of the sweet potato and felt that this sister was more like a chef than a doctor. She didn’t know if others could bake sweet potatoes, but she couldn’t bake them anyway.

It's very sweet and feels different from candy.

The sun was no longer visible outside. The strong wind and dark clouds took the stage to sing and fight in the darkness. The doors and windows were affected by the fighting and creaked. In such weather, eating hot roasted sweet potatoes at home makes everyone feel comfortable.

It was hot to the touch, and the sweet potatoes inside were roasted until they were runny.

Looking at the color and temperature, Ji Jiuru thought she had stolen the disappearing sun into her mouth. She was reluctant to spit it out, gritted her teeth, chewed it a few times, and hurriedly swallowed it. The sun went out in her mouth, and a few bursts of steam came out.

Wait... Ji Jiuru suddenly remembered that she was still live broadcasting. She picked up the remaining sweet potatoes and shook them in the air in front of her [Sweet potatoes, given to me by my neighbor's sister].

She now broadcasts live every day except for sleeping and bathing. She has 48 fans, but the number of viewers has never dropped below . Every time the broadcast starts, a bunch of people rush in.

[I’m angry, the anchor actually doesn’t let the fans eat first]

[+1, I won’t watch the anchor this year/Goutou]

[Why do I feel like the instant noodles in my hand suddenly lose their flavor?]

[If this year hadn’t been December 2023, 12, I would have really believed your lies]

The last day of 2023...? Ji Jiuru silently peeked at the screen. Previously, an audience member said she was in 2000.

She found that the audience in the live broadcast room could only see barrages from the same era as hers. There were many live broadcasts in 2023, so the most barrages came from here.

There are occasionally one or two barrages of two thousand years.

From the Tang Dynasty...Ji Jiuru has not seen it yet.

Ji Mingan opened the door to the room and walked out. She was made hungry by the smell of sweet potatoes. She went out to look for food. She threw a piece of brown sugar into the hot water. Drinking hot sugar water would also satisfy her hunger.

"Sister Ru, will you be free in the next few days?"

Yo! So polite today.

Looking at her second sister warily, Ji Jiuru finished the last piece of sweet potato and wiped her mouth. "I'm going to the city tomorrow. I may be free the day after tomorrow." What kind of medicine did her second sister sell in her gourd?

To outsiders, Ji Mingan is just a little white flower, but only those who are familiar with her know that she is a man-eating overlord flower.

Ji Mingan saw the look in his sister's eyes and said speechlessly, "Then you come to class with me and I'll introduce you to the sisters. My best friend hasn't met you yet." He wanted to play Ji Jiuru's head.

She has only tricked Ji Jiuru billion times!

Ji Jiuru felt the murderous aura, poured herself a cup of hot water, blew it slowly to cool it, and asked the audience in the live broadcast room:
  [The anchor is going to the black market with Sister Zhao tomorrow. Is there anything I need to pay attention to when I go there for the first time? It’s not mentioned in the book]

[I’m going to the black market! Period articles must have a plot. Isn’t the anchor a family member of a military member? Is it okay to go to the black market?]

[In front, looking at the anchor’s timeline, it seems that she hasn’t reached that decade yet, so I don’t care at this time]

(End of this chapter)