Dong!
As the zither music ended, a purple fruit suddenly fell from the sky, landing beside Cheng Xiaofan.
He picked up the fruit and immediately recognized it as a wild plum.
However, true wild plums weren't this large; they were typically the size of wild grapes, while this one was as big as an egg.
Cheng Xiaofan looked up and saw a cluster of wild plums growing on the cliff face, but their fruits were all enormous.
Wild plums, also known as green bean fruit or blue fruit.
They were sweet and sour, containing seven kinds of amino acids and vitamin C. They could be eaten raw, or used to make wine, beverages, and jam.
In his childhood, Cheng Xiaofan, Luo Yang, and Feng Xigua would often venture into the woods to find wild plums, raspberries, and bubble fruits to eat.
They would often end up with their mouths and faces so smeared with color that they were unrecognizable.
"Could it be that these wild plums also have sentience? Hearing my music, they've mutated?"
When Cheng Xiaofan was still a student, he had read online about foreign botanical research. It stated that many plants, when exposed to music, not only grew faster but also improved in quality.
With this thought, Cheng Xiaofan immediately put the wild plum into his mouth and began to chew. Instantly, a rush of sweet juice burst forth, piercing the deepest part of his heart.
And this sweetness was unlike any sweetness Cheng Xiaofan had ever known.
Once swallowed, this sweetness filled him with a sense of joy and happiness.
A happiness fruit!
At this moment, these three words suddenly popped into Cheng Xiaofan's mind.
Simultaneously, he received another piece of information: the greatest benefit of eating this happiness fruit was its ability to cure patients suffering from depression.
Wine brewed from these fruits was exceptionally nutritious. Drinking it could quickly relieve mental stress and fatigue, bring joy, and enhance one's outlook and pursuit of life.
This is wonderful!
However, just because the path is there doesn't mean grass won't grow. Cheng Xiaofan couldn't possibly consider cultivating this happiness fruit right now; he would put it aside for later.
For now, he could cultivate a small amount and use the happiness fruits to brew some wine for his parents to taste.
Thinking of this, Cheng Xiaofan quickly grabbed a bamboo pole nearby and knocked down over ten happiness fruits from the cliff face, tossing two each to Taotiquan and Potianying.
He held one, took a bite, and then began to speak freely into the live stream: "Everyone, you must be curious what I just ate, right?"
"Let me tell you, this is a happiness fruit, a type of fruit I've cultivated. It's not only sweet and delicious, but it can also cure patients suffering from depression!"
"Streamer, is what you're saying true? Does it really have such an effect?"
"Life's pressures have turned me into a depressed city dweller. Streamer, give me your contact information, and I'll come find you to buy happiness fruits tomorrow!"
"Streamer, you're amazing! You can even cultivate such a fruit?"
"Streamer, I have a sister-in-law, she's incredibly beautiful. Do you want her? I'll trade her for all your happiness fruits!"
...
C City, First People's Hospital.
A man named Han Jie, gaunt and sallow, lay on his hospital bed, idly scrolling through videos.
Han Jie was a sales director at a company group, earning tens of millions annually from his salary and high commissions.
However, the immense pressure from his work had led him to suffer from severe depression, and he had even attempted suicide twice.
More than half a month ago, Han Jie's depression relapsed, and he was admitted to the hospital. Although he followed the doctor's advice for inpatient treatment, the results were not satisfactory.
When he had nothing to do, Han Jie enjoyed watching outdoor live streams on his phone to find some solace.
Today, he accidentally stumbled upon a new streamer whose content was slow-paced rural life, and he was immediately captivated.
The setting sun melted like gold.
The village and mountains in the sunset.
On the balcony of a bamboo-built loft, a young farmer who had just finished working sat cross-legged, a guqin placed on his lap, playing it with surprising earnestness.
Uh!
This music is so beautiful!
Han Jie was immediately drawn to the melody.
At the same time, he felt as if he had completely dissolved into the beautiful music, transforming into a happy little bird flying in the clear blue sky!
He hadn't felt this happy in years.
It was simply wonderful.
Streamer, thank you so much!
Thank you so much for bringing me happiness and joy!
He immediately downloaded the video so he could watch it whenever he had free time.
A tip was a must; Han Jie wasn't lacking in money!
What he lacked most was happiness and joy!
*Pa!*
One million!
Is it a lot?
It's not much!
Happiness and joy are simply immeasurable with money!
Consider it a small token of my appreciation for the streamer!
Stop!
At this moment, Cheng Xiaofan's voice came from the streamer's room: "Everyone, you must be curious what I just ate, right?"
"Let me tell you, this is a happiness fruit, a type of fruit I've cultivated. It's not only sweet and delicious, but it can also cure patients suffering from depression!"
Although some people questioned whether the fruit cultivated by Cheng Xiaofan could have such a peculiar effect, Han Jie had no doubts.
Even if Cheng Xiaofan was selling products through live streaming, he trusted him completely.
Why?
Just by listening to the music he played, he felt that the person was trustworthy.
Han Jie immediately sent Cheng Xiaofan a private message, requesting his contact information and explaining his condition, wanting to buy some happiness fruits from him.
Then, he leaped out of bed, a smile on his face, and rushed to his attending physician, requesting to be discharged.
The attending physician looked at him in bewilderment and said, "Mr. Han, your depression is at its most severe stage. How can you be discharged when your condition hasn't improved?"
"Haha, Doctor, do I look like someone suffering from depression?" Han Jie asked with a broad smile.
At this moment, the attending physician noticed Han Jie's relaxed and happy demeanor and asked in shock, "Uh, Mr. Han, have you recovered?"
Han Jie nodded and said, "Yes, I'm completely fine now. I don't need to be hospitalized for treatment here anymore!"
"Strange!"
The attending physician scratched his head and said, "How is that possible?"
"You... how did you get better?"
Han Jie laughed heartily again, like a child, sticking out his tongue at the attending physician with a hint of playfulness, and said, "It's a secret. I don't tell just anyone!"
...
After Cheng Xiaofan finished his live stream, his phone beeped with a notification. He opened it and found that the live streaming platform had sent him a notice.
The notice informed him that he had earned a high income from today's broadcast and instructed him to link his bank card in the backend for easy withdrawals.
Seeing this notification, Cheng Xiaofan was slightly taken aback. He had already made money?
He immediately opened the income section in the backend and found that after the platform's commission was deducted, his earnings exceeded one million.
What particularly shocked him was that someone named Han Jie had generously tipped him one million.
No wonder so many people are busy with live streaming sales nowadays; the profits are quite good.
But he hadn't even done any product promotion!
Cheng Xiaofan then noticed Han Jie's private message.
Upon opening the private message, he was surprised to learn that the music he played had actually cured a severely depressed patient.
Cheng Xiaofan immediately sent his phone number to the other party.