"I'm going, it's really my little brother here. I thought you won't come to us after you become famous."

"Yes, we thought you boy became popular and then he became popular. Many of our brothers left messages on your winter melon video, but you boy didn't reply to us."

"Yes, look at my message. I've posted all our previous photos, and my likes have exceeded 30,000. As a result, you just ignored me, which made me look forward to it for a long time."

After passing by the owner of the stall, the owners of the farmers' market all ran over. Some directly took their mobile phones and took photos of Li Bu, while others were complaining that Li Bu ignored people on the Donggua video.

Hearing these big brothers’ complaints, Li Bu first put a bag of pears quickly and handed them to the market administrator, and then explained to the big guy with a laugh and cry, "Brothers, you have misunderstood me."

There are so many people sending me messages on my Donggua Video account. I can’t see it at all and dare not reply at all!!

Because many of the people who sent me messages are acquaintances, I just want to reply, but I can't reply at all.

And if I reply, it will easily appear, and I will return to this and not that.

At that time, I replied to Brother Li’s message, but I didn’t return to Brother Huang’s message, so Brother Li was happy, but Brother Huang was unhappy, right? So in order to avoid this situation, I chose not to reply.

Of course, I have seen your message. You said you miss me, and I miss you too.

Look, my pear is just ripe, so I hurriedly pulled my elder brother down to sell pears.”

"Hahaha... I just said that our little brother is impossible to be those Internet celebrities who don't recognize others when they become famous.

Brother, it's still the same. You sing for us. How about we pack your pears?" After listening to Li Bu's explanation, the bosses of the farmers' market immediately began to encourage Li Bu to sing again.

Hearing the words of the farmers' market owners, Li Bu first cut a few pears with a knife for everyone to try, and then said with a lot of laughter and cry. "I uploaded the songs to the Internet at your request, and now I can listen to them on my mobile phone. You also have to listen to my a cappella without accompaniment. Don't you feel bored..."

"It must be not boring. Others have to wait ten years for their concerts to spend money. We will be given priority for ten years. If you want to listen to them for free, you can just sing a cappella or a few slogans. We are happy to listen to them, right? Big guy?" Hearing Li Bu's words, a farmer's market owner immediately stood up and cheered happily.

"Yes, as long as it is yours, we will be happy to listen."

"So we are still the same rule. We have packed your stuff, and then you sing for us..."

"Yes, Brother Lizhi, please sing for us. We haven't heard you sing for more than a month. Although you little brother is a bit abominable and often sings us to cry, we just like to listen to the songs you sing."

After a boss took the lead in making excuses, the other farmers' market owners who surrounded him immediately shouted that Li Bu would sing.

Even the farmers' market administrator, who was holding the pear given to him by Li Bu, was also making noises at this time.

Seeing that everyone was making excuses, Li Bu knew that if he didn't sing, he wouldn't be able to leave today.

So at this time, Li Bu could only nod his head helplessly and complained with a wry smile, "Hey, someone else invited me to a commercial performance for one million, but I was too lazy to go there. As a result, you bought a few kilograms of fruit and sent me away. But there is no way, who told you to be my elder brother?

OK, it’s still the same rule. After the fruit is sold out, I’ll sing for everyone.

But today I have to add rules. After I finish singing, everyone is not allowed to surround me, follow me, or chase me like a star chasing star.

Finally, let me tell you another good news. After the pears are sold today, I will have to go down and sell them again in a few days. Because there is still a little unpicked at home, we can’t finish them even if we keep them. Well, we start selling them. It costs five yuan per pound. You can choose them yourself..."

"I want ten kilograms, a total of two hundred yuan. Well, how much do you think a kilogram is worth?"

"No, Brother Lizhi, did you say the price is wrong? You won't lose money if you cost five dollars per pound?"

"Yes, Brother Lizhi, other supermarkets sell 6 yuan and 81 pounds, why do you sell 5 yuan per pound?"

"Yes, were you saying it wrong? You should be saying 51 pounds instead of 5 pounds per pound, right?"

When everyone heard that Li Bu’s pears were sold for only five yuan per pound, they were all shocked.

Originally, everyone thought that Li Bu was popular now, and the things he sold must be more expensive than others, but he sold them cheaper than the supermarket's special price pears, so everyone was a little doubtful at this time whether Li Bu was calling the wrong price.

Hearing the big guy's words, Li Bu waved his hand and explained, "It's just five yuan per pound, and I didn't call the wrong price. These pears are grown by their own home and have no capital, so they will be cheaper..."

"Okay, then I'll get me fifty kilograms. I'm going to bring ten kilograms to all my relatives."

"Give me thirty kilograms, one kilogram for my family, one kilogram for my parents' family, one kilogram for my father-in-law and mother-in-law, and they were packed in three bags."

"We also want thirty kilograms. We are not the boss here, but you can't favor one or the other, you have to sell it fairly."

After explaining it clearly, Li Bu saw that everyone had started asking for pears, so he stopped talking. While saying that pears were charged for money, he put away the baskets that had sold pears and threw them into the car.

In less than half an hour, Li Hong's pears were sold out.

At this time, Li Bu also stood up. After playing the accompaniment on the car audio, he took the matching microphone and tidied his throat. The voice was heavy and he sang in a slightly hoarse voice;...

The wandering person misses you outside, dear mother,

Wandering footsteps all over the world, without a single home,

The winter wind blew my tears down

The wandering people miss you outside, my dear mother, wandering footsteps are all over the world, there is no home, the winter wind is sandwiched with snowflakes, blowing my tears,

Let's go, let's go, let's go, how many years have passed, the grass in spring is sprouting, and it's another spring and summer..."

When you first listen to the wandering song, you will feel a hazy touch, as if you have found it, but you have not yet touched it. And this feeling will also give you a strong desire to explore.

When I listened for the second time, those who had worked outside for several years and those who had not yet achieved any results at the age of age, tears flowed out almost instantly without control.

In the farmers' market, there are many people who have no big prospects, so when Li Bu finished singing the wandering song twice, there were already many owners and customers of the farmers' markets crying with their heads in their arms.

Seeing someone start to cry, Li Bu quickly pulled Li Hong into the car, then quickly started the car, then drove Li Hong away from the farmers' market as if he was running away, and drove towards the town government.

Seeing Li Bu's actions, Li Hong, who was also sang to tears by Li Bu, immediately asked with a puzzled expression, "Xiao Bu, you sang very well just now, why did you pull me away so quickly?"

"Are you stupid? I'm so sang that I've cried. If I don't leave, will I be beaten there?" After angrily speaking, Li Bu threw the tissue to him and continued driving his car.

To be honest, Li Bu didn't know what his situation was. He used to sing very well, but he wouldn't be like this now.

The songs he sang now always seem to have magic, and it is easy to bring people in. Even himself, sometimes he is empathetic and crying by his own singing.

[Recommended a friend’s new book, "Rebirth of the Godfather of Technology", a senior programmer who worked overtime and died suddenly and was reborn until 1998.

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