The pet I raised comes from the second dimension

It's not that I'm afraid of being hurt by the ukulele,

He was actually worried that the ukulele would be damaged.

After dodging, Huang Musong quickly waved his hand to signal Duo Luo not to use the instrument as a hammer anymore.

“It’s called a ukulele.”

Huang Musong added seriously: "It's a musical instrument!"

Musical instrument?

What is a musical instrument...

Doro looked curious, as if he had never seen the world before.

Its big eyes blinked, and it stopped swinging the ukulele. Its clear and wise eyes were filled with pure curiosity.

Dorothy crossed the road carefully.

Coming to Doro's side, Dorothy took over the conversation and said, "A musical instrument is something that can produce tones. For example, when we sing our tribal songs, the melody will sound more pleasant if there is an instrument to accompany it."

"Really? Then there are not many roads. Let's go to the Ha Ya Ku Na Road and come down from upstairs to sing a mambo..." After listening to the explanations of the people and Dorothy, Doro directly played the strings and improvised the ethnic song "Hashan Wine".

Since the ukulele is not as straightforward to use as a hammer,

The description of Doro's playing as hoarse, mocking and difficult to listen to is really appropriate.

Huang Musong and Dorothy covered their ears in tacit understanding.

The man and the beast couldn't stand it anymore!

Duo Luo also felt that his playing was terrible.

So I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment,

It stopped playing in embarrassment.

but

Neither Huang Musong nor Dorothy mocked Doro.

They know

What Doro lacks is only the knowledge and skills in music!

Its natural voice is quite good.

It happened that Yangyin was nearby.

There is a large theater within a few kilometers.

Huang Musong thought: Should we sell the rice dumplings as soon as possible and use the money we earn today to take Duoluo and Dorothy to a concert?

Chapter 48 Buying You Ice Cream

Soon, it was noon and the sun was scorching.

Summer in the capital is already scorching. With tall buildings towering above, the heat waves refracting back and forth between the glass curtain walls, the entire city feels like a giant steamer, and the air becomes thick and sticky.

Steaming at high temperature

Huang Musong felt like he was about to lose half his life!

Doro was fine, having just taken a cold shower, and was immersed in the excitement of getting the ukulele.

Dorothy sat quietly in the shade and read.

A Calm Mind and a Cool Mind

This sentence is most suitable for Dorothy who is concentrating on reading.

Maybe Dorothy also thought the weather was too hot.

Maybe it uses reading to help it calm down and escape the heat?

Huang Musong was sweating all over. While guessing Dorothy's thoughts, he rolled up the hem of his T-shirt to expose his waist and abdomen.

Taking off all the shirt is called "Ban'erye" in old Beijing dialect.

In the past, rickshaw pullers would take off their shirts to pick up passengers and work when the weather was hot.

Modern society emphasizes the most basic civilization.

So Huang Musong didn't take off his shirt directly.

After 12 o'clock.

The temperature will get higher and higher!

I guess it will be close to 40 degrees in less than two hours?

Thinking blindly in my heart,

Huang Musong gradually began to think about closing the stall.

I came to the city today to sell rice dumplings. I made back my investment and the net profit is more than 300 yuan.

There are less than 500 zongzi left...

It’s a loss, so be it!

It was so hot that it was unbearable. Huang Musong put on his clothes again and prepared to take Duo Luo and Dorothy to find a place to cool down.

"Do you want to go with me to enjoy the air conditioning?"

Beckoning Dorothy in the shade,

At the same time, he spoke to Doro who was sitting next to him and fiddling with the ukulele.

When he heard that he could go out and enjoy the air conditioning, Duoluo stood up suddenly and jumped on the spot excitedly.

"Okay~"

Cool air conditioning,

The best way to beat the heat!

With a thought, Duoluo put away the instrument and the ukulele disappeared out of thin air.

The clear eyes bloom with the same expectation as always,

Duoluo always agrees to any suggestion from others without any reason.

Dorothy agreed to go, but the problem was what to do with the unsold rice dumplings? Pushing the heavy foam boxes all the way would be exhausting. And if they were left unattended, what if passersby stole them?

The little claw pointed at the foam box

Dorothy reminded Huang Musong with silent actions.

What it can think of,

Huang Musong had already thought about it several times.

So, record new content for the loudspeaker and play it in a loop.

"Welfare Zongzi! Sanitation workers, please feel free to take some. Limited to one per person. Happy Dragon Boat Festival to everyone..."

"Welfare Zongzi! Don't miss them if you pass by. They're one yuan each. You can pay by scanning the QR code or paying with cash..."

After recording two pieces of content,

Duo Luo couldn't help but be stunned for a long time.

Although it is clumsy, it can at least calculate the most basic accounts: selling a zongzi for one dollar will definitely be a loss, right?

Loss of money!

do this...

Not so good?

Duoluo doesn't want anyone to suffer too much loss.

Today, I came to the city. Someone took me to a beautiful school, and because I couldn't sell the zongzi at a high price, I got a ukulele, but they made much less money. I feel really bad.

Lower your head and think secretly

Duo Luo wanted to say something but stopped himself, thinking about how to express it in a serious tone. He would rather stay where he was and continue to set up his stall for others.

Huang Musong observed the little guy's reaction with his peripheral vision.

You can tell what it is thinking at a glance!

Fiddling with the loudspeaker, Huang Musong smiled and took the initiative to comfort him, "Don't worry, we've already made back our investment from selling the dumplings today, with a net profit of over 300 yuan. To prevent them from going bad, sell them at a low price so that more people can have the opportunity to taste your cooking skills, right? Doro."

After hearing this,

Duo Luo smacked his lips.

Well……

That’s right!

Blinking his big eyes frequently, Duoluo was easily persuaded and felt that selling rice dumplings at a low price was very meaningful.

but,

Why do people have to set the price at one yuan, and why can sanitation workers take it at will?

Duoluo felt that the different treatment was somewhat unfair.

The little paw scratched the head,

Doro looked at the clever and intelligent Dorothy.

Dorothy stuffed the book into Huang Musong's backpack and, just then, noticed Duo Luo asking for advice, she briefly explained, "We're pricing it at one yuan because we're worried someone might ruin the zongzi. It's completely free, so if someone doesn't like it and just takes a bite and throws it away, wouldn't that be a shame?"

"Besides, there might be some poor little fellow like you when you were wandering around before, who can't even afford to buy Oh Runji as he pleases."

"Selling it cheaply gives the poor little ones a chance to eat their fill. It's considered a welfare benefit."

In fact, Dorothy wanted to tell the story of "Sand in Disaster Relief Porridge".

Considering that it is difficult for Doro Benbenda to understand,

Let’s put it simply and just say it’s welfare.