765 Wild Harves (1/2)
Zhang Zian and Snowy approached the stall. Snowy then pointed at the items sold in the booth and asked, ”What is this for?”
The items sold in the stall were all very simple. There were a few small, plastic storage boxes with their lids stacked on top of each other to the side. Each storage box was filled with half a box of seawater. From glancing over the boxes, there seemed to be more than a dozen different types of marine life swimming. Most of the other stalls were selling creatures of the same kinds.
Zhang Zian gave it some thought and understood what was going on. ”If I'm not wrong, this is not the stall owner's profession,” he explained. ”She's just here to sell the creatures she caught in her wild harvest during her free time out in the sea.”
”Wild harvest?” Snowy did not understand him.
The audience in the broadcast channel did not understand him, either.
”Wild harvest… what? I've only heard of field operations in the wild…” one mentioned.
”I've only heard of jungling for neutral creeps…” another said.
”I've only heard of going on a wild hunt…”
Zhang Zian further explained. ”Wild harvest, just like what its name suggests, is when you go out in the wild to collect plants and animals as a harvest. In fact, most of you here have gone on a wild harvest before, right? For example, when you were younger, you headed out to play and caught some butterflies, grasshoppers, or crickets. Generally speaking, that is considered a wild harvest, too. However, the term wild harvest is now commonly known for wild harvest activities by a river or the sea, also known as 'hand gathering.'”
”So I have unknowingly participated in such an upper-class activity?” someone watching the broadcast asked.
”If I had known about this earlier, I would have told my parents that I'm on a wild harvest when I went out to play during my younger days. That would've saved me from so many beatings…”
”Don't. You might confuse them and end up with a double beating!”
A wild harvest was a way of returning to nature. It was a mixture of an outing in nature and short-distance travel. It was trending among fishermen.
Life was just like a box of chocolates, and the sea, too, was also like a box of chocolates. One would never know what the sea would wash up on shore each day. That was also the fun in a wild harvest or a hand gathering. Collecting shells, crabs, and starfish was also considered a wild harvest, and occasionally, there would be unexpected surprises. But strictly speaking, going on a wild harvest meant that one was taking the initiative to go out in the wild for a harvest––they had a clear objective.
Most of the audience listening to Snowy's broadcast channel were locals of Binhai City, and they were deeply attracted to the term ”wild harvest.” Soon, they started to call on their friends to organize a wild harvest and hold an offline meeting over the weekends.
Zhang Zian hurriedly persuaded them to stop. ”Hold an offline meeting if you want, but don't be so gullible. Do you all think that it's very easy to go on a wild harvest? Just all you lazy people with weak limbs and lacking exercise… it's better if all of you just remain in the city!”
A single word from him invoked 1,000 waves. All the netizens in the broadcast channel expressed their unhappiness.
”What's so hard about a wild harvest? Isn't it just picking up shells that we see?”
”Manager Weak Bird is being pretentious again!”
”Hehe, picking up whatever you see… that's not called a wild harvest, it's just a blind bird picking!” Zhang Zian mocked. ”Do you all think that you can just pick up whatever you see? Let me tell you, sometimes dangerous creatures are washed ashore, and if you were to pick them up, you better prepare to turn into a corpse in the hospital!”