Deng Neng proposed, "Actually, you can sell 12 yuan a piece of fried rice, we have such a large portion, it is too much to sell 10 yuan, especially fried rice with meat."

Uncle: "I don't dare to sell it so expensive, so when the price increases, they go to other places to eat."

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

Ma Xiaoshu brought two servings of sausage fried rice to the two takeaway brothers, beckoned them to eat well, and walked back and said, "The difference between the two yuan is too big. In the past, when I ran errands and delivered takeaways, as long as I wasn't hungry, I couldn't even eat at the roadside stalls, do you know what I ate at that time?"

Deng Neng: "Instant noodles?"

Ma Xiaoshu laughed: "Instant noodles are too luxurious! I always eat in the school cafeteria, eat two meals and one dish in the afternoon, eat one and then go to work, and come back in the middle of the night to soak rice in boiling water. Two meals and one dish with meat and vegetables only cost ten yuan, and the school cafeteria is cheap, do you think I dare to eat at a roadside stall?"

At this time, a takeaway boy said, "We don't usually eat out, but tonight we took over a night of loading and unloading, so we have to eat more and continue to work."

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's hard work, I knew I would give you more food."

The two of them talked enough.

Deng Neng never knew that in this society, there are still people who are living so hard, they can't speak at all, and they are panicked, so they go to help with the work.

The later the time, the fewer people will eat.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt ordered a bottle of bacon fried rice, ate it silently, and suddenly asked Ma Xiaoshu, "Can I ask you to sing a song?"

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

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

Ma Xiaoshu: "That can only be sung, without a guitar."

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, "Forget it, I should go back to working overtime."

Ma Xiaoshu: "What do you do?"

"Programmer, I've been living in the company lately, and I'm almost thirty-five, and I can't spell anymore......

"Bitter."

"Why do you think the houses in the suburbs of Pearl are not as good as those in the city center? If you have to repay the mortgage for 50 years, why is it different?"

"Have you been having a bad life lately?"

"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 didn't ask.

After a while, he said, "I graduated from a prestigious university and know a lot of truths, but why can't I live this life...... Recently, I suddenly panicked, if I lose this job, I don't know what I will rely on to pay the mortgage in the next few decades......

Ma Xiaoshu couldn't comfort him: "I'll send you a new song, the song is called "The One Who Ordered the Song"."

Then he hummed quietly:

Just give this song to you who are frustrated

It is destined to be happy or sad

Don't torture yourself

Just give this song to you who are confused

The vicissitudes of life outside the house and the past inside the house

Say goodbye to last night's sorrow

La-la-la

Oh Aba, Baba

Deng Neng said to Ma Xiaoshu, "You sang people and cried."

Ma Xiaoshu shrugged: "He needs to vent."

The programmer left crying, and Ma Xiaoshu left without singing two sentences, saying that the boss was urging him to go back to work overtime, and he could only listen to the latter part of Ma Xiaoshu's new song on the Internet in the future. ….

Just after midnight.

In the mobile phone, Guo Feijing and Yue Yungang were already having supper, and asked Ma Xiaoshu and Deng Neng where the two people enjoying the nightlife were recorded, why they hadn't seen anyone for a long time, and teased them that they should abide by the law and not go to places they shouldn't go to enjoy themselves.

They divided into two teams, one team to sell cotton candy stall owners, and the other team to sell jewelry stall owners, which was quickly recorded and added a wave of value.

It was not easy for the stall owner to sell marshmallows, and he rented a small hotel for seventy-one days, every day

They all have to go to different places to set up stalls, and each marshmallow only sells for 30 yuan.

The lady who sells jewelry is even harder, not only has to run around to set up stalls, but also has to take time to travel to Europe every month, find jewelry with a strong artistic atmosphere and come back to sell, and live in a frugal place, a one-bedroom apartment in an old alley.

After these two waves of recording, the program team feels very down-to-earth, and is ready to do a good job of emotional rendering when cutting.

On the other end, Ma Xiaoshu and Deng Neng set up a stall with the fried rice stall owner to a point, there were no pedestrians on the roadside, and the uncle was ready to close the stall.

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

The stall owner was embarrassed: "I can't get in the car, I have to get my stall back."

His fried rice stall is a human-powered tricycle converted from a manpower tricycle, which is usually convenient to maneuver when he is driven by the chengguan.

Ma Xiaoshu said, "You tell me the address, and I'll help you ride back, and you take the car." Needless to say, we're just recording shows and experiencing life."

So, Ma Xiaoshu rode on a tricycle, there were pots and pans on this car, as well as folding tables and stools, it was still very heavy, but Ma Xiaoshu had great strength and rode very easily.

The place where the stall is set up is in the most prosperous area of Mingzhu City, but the place where the stall owner's uncle lives is in the countryside on the outskirts of the city, which is very far away.

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

The rental house is a four-square-meter bathroom renovated, the space is unusually small, next to the squatting pit is the bed, a small child sleeps on the bed, and the textbooks on the small table next to the bed are neat. The corner of the house was full of clutter, and on the wall directly opposite hung a Q version of the calendar, on which were written a few words:

"Life is like this, just smile."

Deng Neng is a person with shallow eye sockets, and when he saw this scene, he secretly went outside to wipe his tears.

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

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

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

Uncle: "She works the night shift."

Ma Xiaoshu: "It's good! Have you repaired the house in your hometown?"

The uncle smiled rarely: "It's repaired, usually the old people at home live, and we won't go back until the New Year."

After a few more greetings, Ma Xiaoshu took the program team to say goodbye to the stall owner's uncle and took the car back to the hotel.

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

Ma Xiaoshu looked puzzled: "They are not pitiful, what's wrong with being self-reliant? And it's nice to have the child with you! It's hard work, it's shabby, it's nothing, that's how most people in the world live, it's just that you don't know it. Ha, there are no real poor people in today's film and television dramas." ….

Deng Neng: "But, it's too bitter."

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

Deng Neng was speechless, he couldn't imagine what the more poignant people Ma Xiaoshu said had lived.

Ma Xiaoshu said again: "The drunken Pearl City will never belong to them, and they don't belong here, just passers-by. I just hope that the country will prosper and society will treat them well. What we can do is to make more fun shows so that they can have fun after working hard."

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

So what's not?

Ma Xiaoshu is an ordinary low-level person, and it is normal to be liked and supported by the general public, and even, during the competition, Ma Xiaoshu got a lot of votes from the "revenge" votes of the low-level people, just like the previous programmer brother.

Deng Neng said, "Why don't we donate some money to my uncle?"

Ma Xiaoshu sternly refused: "Don't do this! They are poor but industrious, and they have their own dignity."

Broadcast

After coming out, the barrage is very emotional:

"It has to be Ma Xiaoshu, look at how petty the stall owners of those two groups are."

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

"Deng Neng cried miserably......

"Look at the crying."

"Ma Xiaoshu feels normal."

"That's how he came here."

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

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

"I can't afford to buy a bathroom ...... my life."

"People from 9 to 5 in the morning are talking about being tired, and those who are really tired have nowhere to speak."

"After watching this group, I suddenly felt that the person in front of me who went to Europe to buy jewelry stinks!"

"Life is like this, just smile."

When they returned to the hotel, the five guests had already finished their supper and rested, and the hotel where Ma Xiaoshu also stayed was recorded too late, and Ma Xiaoshu didn't want to go back to disturb them.

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

The rickshaw has become electric, which Ma Xiaoshu said is not easy to be caught up by the chengguan.

The uncle was very grateful and invited Ma Xiaoshu to eat a fried rice.

The program team didn't know about this matter, Ma Xiaoshu didn't tell anyone, and this is the only thing he could do, a drop in the bucket.

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

gave the doorman a Huazi, chatted with him for a while, and then Ma Xiaoshu sat in the guard's room, the uncle has seen more stars, and he usually doesn't give any good faces, but he just thinks Ma Xiaoshu is very good.

The uncle warned Ma Xiaoshu: "Don't get too close to Chen He and them, those few are not good birds, they came back drunk in the middle of the night to pick out the school motto, and Lao Tzu was deducted from his salary......

It seems that there are many people who know about this!

Drama schools are usually not large, the number of students is small, and the most out-of-the-box ones in each class are known to the doorman.

Ma Xiaoshu asked again, "What about Guo Feijing and the Lei family? And Deng Neng."

Uncle: "Cut~ is not a good bird. Deng can be a little better, that kid is more stupid...... I think you're the kindest, and you can see it by looking at your face."

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

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

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