Country Composer

Chapter 263
Deng Neng suggested: "Actually, you can sell fried rice for 12 yuan. We have such a large portion. It's a loss to sell ten yuan, especially fried rice with meat."

Uncle: "Don't dare to sell it so expensive, they will go to other places to eat if the price has increased."

Deng Neng couldn't understand: "It's only two yuan..."

Ma Xiaoshu took two servings of sausage fried rice to the two delivery guys, told them to eat well, and walked back and said, "The difference between two yuan is too big. In the past, when I was running errands to deliver food, as long as I was not hungry and panicked, even Even roadside stalls are reluctant to eat, do you know what I ate at that time?"

Deng Neng: "Instant noodles?"

Ma Xiaoshu laughed: "Instant noodles are too extravagant! I always eat in the school cafeteria. I get two meals and one dish in the afternoon. I eat one after I go to work. When I come back in the middle of the night, I cook rice in boiling water. Two meals and one meat dish." Vegetarian dishes only cost ten yuan, and the school cafeteria is cheap, do you think I dare to eat at roadside stalls?"

At this time, a delivery boy said: "We don't usually eat out, but tonight we have picked up some casual work that is loaded and unloaded at night, so we must eat more and continue to work."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Thanks for your hard work, if I knew I would give you more food."

The two of them talked enough.

Deng Neng never knew that in today's society, there are still people living in such a difficult situation, completely speechless, panicked, so he went to help with work.

The later the time, the fewer people are eating.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt ordered a fried rice with bacon and a bottle of Erguotou, and after eating in silence, he suddenly asked Ma Xiaoshu, "Can I ask you to sing a song?"

Ma Xiaoshu wiped his hands with his apron, and sat next to him: "Have you heard my song?"

The middle-aged man took a sip of wine: "I voted for you, I like the song "Nan Shan Nan"."

Ma Xiaoshu: "It can only sing a cappella, without a guitar."

The middle-aged man thought for a while: "Forget it, I should go back to work overtime."

Ma Xiaoshu: "What do you do?"

"Programmer, I've been living in the company recently, I'm almost 35, I can't work anymore..."

"Fortunately."

"Why do you say that the houses in the suburbs of Mingzhu are not as good as those in the city center? They also have to repay the 50-year mortgage, so why is it different?"

"Is your life unsatisfactory recently?"

"Actually, nothing has changed, it's all the same, it's all the same..."

The programmer didn't want to talk, so he bowed his head and drank.

Ma Xiaoshu stopped asking.

After a while, he said again: "I graduated from a prestigious university and understand a lot of truths, but why I still can't live my life well... I suddenly panicked recently. If I lose this job, I don't know what I will rely on in the next few decades. Mortgage..."

Ma Xiaoshu couldn't comfort him: "I'll send you a new song, the name of the song is "The Person Who Requested the Song"."

Then he hummed softly:
Send this song to you who are frustrated
Whether it's joy or sorrow, fate is doomed
don't torture yourself

Send this song to you who are confused
The vicissitudes outside the house and the past inside the house
farewell to last night's sorrow
La la la la la la
oh baba baba
Deng Neng said to Ma Xiaoshu: "You made people cry."

Ma Xiaoshu shrugged: "He needs to vent."

The programmer left crying, and Ma Xiaoshu left without singing a few words, saying that the boss was urging him to go back to work overtime, and he could only listen to the later parts of Ma Xiaoshu's new song online.

After midnight.

On the mobile phone, Guo Feijing and Yue Yungang were already eating supper, and asked where Ma Xiaoshu and Deng Neng, who were enjoying the nightlife, had gone, why they hadn’t seen anyone for a long time, and teased them to obey the law and not go or not place to enjoy.

They were divided into two teams, one team was selling cotton candy stall owners, the other team was selling jewelry stall owners, the recording was quickly finished, and a wave of value was added.

It is not easy for the stall owner to sell marshmallows. He lives in a small hotel for 71 days and has to go to different places every day to set up stalls. Each marshmallow only sells for 30 yuan.

Jewelry sellers work even harder. Not only do they have to travel around to set up stalls, but they also have to travel to Europe every month to find artistic jewelry and sell them back. hall.

After recording these two waves, the program team feels very down-to-earth, and is ready to make emotional renderings when editing.

On the other side, Ma Xiaoshu and Deng Neng set up a stall with the owner of the fried rice stall until there were no pedestrians on the side of the road, and the uncle was about to close the stall.

Deng Neng proposed to take the stall owner home and let him take the car of the program group.

The stall owner was very embarrassed: "I can't take a car, I want to get my stall back."

His fried rice stall was converted from a human-powered tricycle, which is convenient for maneuvering when being chased away by urban management.

Ma Xiaoshu said: "Tell me the address, and I'll ride back for you, and you can take a car. There is no need to refuse, we are just recording a program to experience life."

So Ma Xiaoshu rode a tricycle, which was full of pots and pans, folding tables and stools, and it was still very heavy, but Ma Xiaoshu was very strong, so it was very easy to ride.

The place where the stall is set up is in the most prosperous area of ​​Mingzhu City, but the place where the stall owner lives is in a self-built house in the countryside on the outskirts of the city. longer.

The uncle locked the tricycle in the yard with an iron chain, and moved the seasoning, ingredients, and pots and utensils back to the rental house, for fear of being walked away.

The rental house was remodeled from a four-square-meter bathroom. The space was extremely small. There was a bed next to the squatting pit. A child was sleeping on the bed, and the textbooks were neatly placed on the small table beside the bed.The corner of the house was full of sundries, and a Q-version calendar was hung on the wall directly opposite, with a few words written on it:
"Life is like this, just smile."

Deng Neng has shallow eye sockets. Seeing this scene, he secretly went outside to wipe away his tears.

Ma Xiaoshu was used to it, and whispered to the uncle: "How much is the monthly rent for this room?"

The uncle was very embarrassed: "One thousand, the city is more expensive, and I can't afford it."

Ma Xiaoshu: "I've lived in a smaller house than this one, and it's also very expensive. Where's my sister-in-law?"

Uncle: "She works the night shift."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Very good! Has the house been repaired in my hometown?"

The uncle rarely smiled: "It's fixed, the old man usually lives in the house, and we will go back after the Chinese New Year."

After a few more pleasantries, Ma Xiaoshu took the program team to bid farewell to the stall owner, and went back to the hotel by car.

Deng Neng sat in the car crying and crying, he asked Ma Xiaoshu: "Aren't you moved or feel pitiful?"

Ma Xiaoshu looked puzzled: "They are not pitiful, what's wrong with self-sufficiency? And the children are with me, it's good! The work is hard, the house is dilapidated, it's okay, most people in the world live like this, It's just that you don't know it all the time. Ha, there are no real poor people in current film and television dramas."

Deng Neng: "But, this is too bitter."

Ma Xiaoshu smiled: "There are many people who are more bitter than them, at least they have a purpose."

Deng Neng was speechless, he couldn't imagine what the life of the more bitter person Ma Xiaoshu said was like.

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "Pearl City, which is full of luxury and wealth, will never belong to them, and they don't belong here, they are just passers-by. I just hope that the country will prosper and the society treat them well. What we can do is to make more interesting programs to make them work hard." Besides, have fun."

Deng Neng suddenly felt emotional: "I finally know why you are so popular."

How about not?

Ma Xiaoshu is an ordinary low-level person, and it is normal to be liked and supported by the general public. Even, during the competition, many of the votes Ma Xiaoshu got came from the "revenge" votes of the low-level people, just like the big brother programmer before.

Deng Neng said, "How about we donate some money to uncle?"

Ma Xiaoshu sternly refused: "Don't do that! Although they are poor, they are very hardworking. They have their own decency."

After the show was broadcast, the barrage was very emotional:
"It has to be Ma Xiaoshu, look at how petty the owners of those two groups are."

"I've never seen a street stall in a hotel."

"Deng Neng cried miserably..."

"I'm crying."

"Ma Xiaoshu thinks it's normal."

"That's how he got here."

"That's the reality, it's just that a lot of people don't know it."

"I don't belong in this city either."

"I can't afford a bathroom for a lifetime..."

"People from [-] to [-] are talking about being tired, but those who are really tired have nowhere to speak."

"Looking at this group, I suddenly felt that the guy in front of me who went to Europe to shop for jewelry was very stinky!"

"Life is like this, just smile."

When they returned to the hotel, the five guests had already finished their supper and rested. Ma Xiaoshu also stayed at the hotel booked by the program group. The recording was too late, so Ma Xiaoshu didn't want to go back and disturb them.

The next day, Saturday, Ma Xiaoshu went to the second-hand market to buy a motor, went to the stall owner's house, and modified a tricycle for him.

The rickshaw has become electric, and Ma Xiaoshu said that it is not easy to be chased by the urban management.

The uncle was very grateful and treated Ma Xiaoshu to a meal of fried rice.

The program team didn't know about this matter, Ma Xiaoshu didn't tell anyone, that's all he could do, it was a drop in the bucket.

In the afternoon, Ma Xiaoshu went to the Pearl Theater Academy, and Gao Wen worked overtime at school today to rehearse.

I gave the doorman a flower, chatted with him for a while, and then Ma Xiaoshu sat in the doorman's room. The uncle has seen a lot of celebrities, and he usually doesn't give any good looks, but he just thinks Ma Xiaoshu is very good.

The uncle warned Ma Xiaoshu: "Don't get too close to Chen He and the others. Those few are not good birds. They came back drunk in the middle of the night to pick up the school's school motto, which caused my salary to be deducted..."

It seems that many people know about this!

Drama schools are usually not big, with a small number of students, and the doorman knows the most outstanding ones in each class.

Ma Xiaoshu asked again: "What about Guo Feijing and Lei Jiayin? And Deng Neng."

Uncle: "Cut~ You're not a good bird. Deng Neng is a little bit better, and that kid is stupid...I think you are the kindest, you can tell from your face."

Ma Xiaoshu: "Because I'm more stupid?"

The uncle was silent for a while: "Drink tea, drink tea."

(End of this chapter)