Selling pineapples live, but you are eyeing my farm tools?

Chapter 123 Sunset Red Orchestra

"You must wait for me!"

Another reminder, Mo Yu called Mo Wen, picked up the duck, and walked to the village together.

Two ducks are not enough, we have to get some more!
People have to make more, otherwise it will be boring to eat.

Out of trust in the boss, the four stood in front of the drink booth and watched the sun slowly set.

Finally, it was already dark, and the figure appeared in their field of vision again.

He changed his clothes and wore a gray-white straw hat on his head. When he saw a few people, he greeted them directly:

"Let's go, take you to dinner!"

Hearing this sentence, how many people's eyes narrowed, eating?
Whose table will you eat?Do you want to give a gift during the meal?How much should I send?
Will the boss feel disgusted if there is less gift?If you send too much living expenses but not enough, you will starve to death!
With apprehension in their hearts, several people followed.

Walking through the narrow farm alleyway, a wide field appeared in front of several people.

The venue was divided into three areas by a large round table.

Mo Wen, who was wearing an apron, was cooking in the innermost part, next to his mobile phone that was broadcasting live, and in the middle were tables, chairs and benches that had been set up.

There are also a few old people, with musical instruments in their hands, who are talking in dialect. They try to listen, but they can't understand a word.

They can only see a few old people pointing at themselves, but they don't know what they are pointing at.

"Sit, sit whatever you want, you are a guest from afar!"

After greeting the four people to sit down, Mo Yu brought them herbal tea, then turned around to greet the elderly.

"Qigong! As I said, the tone of this erhu should be more euphemistic, more euphemistic, to bring out a sense of desolation and desolation!"

"Sixth uncle, your suona, be more passionate, the suona is the king of musical instruments, you have to grab all the momentum!"

"Third grandma, I think the rhythm of your cymbals can be played a little faster to keep up with the rhythm of the suona, otherwise the rhythm will be very slow with you behind!"

"Seventh Auntie, your pipa has to follow everyone's rhythm, you can't be alone, you know?"

"Fifth Uncle..."

"Fifth grandma..."

"Especially follow my baton!"

After talking about these people, Mo Yu turned to look at the last old man next to him.

"Finally, granddaughter! Can you go to the side? Our band really doesn't need you!"

Facing Mo Yu's plea, the old man raised his left hand and lit the gong in his hand.

"Uncle, you are older than me, but not as old as me. You must let me in to beat the gong, or I will just lie here!"

After finishing speaking, she swung her right hand in a circle, and the gong hammer in her hand hit the gong hard.

He was hit with a hammer for no reason, and the gong made a miserable cry.

clang--

The cry resounded through the heaven and earth, and spread far away under the slightly dark sky.

Mo Yu, who was standing next to him, was the first to bear the brunt, his ears were buzzing, as if there was a mosquito inside.

When the buzzing in his ears disappeared, he held down the junior with his right hand, and said earnestly:

"As long as you go out, I'll be the master. After dinner, can you take the master's seat?"

"No!" The old man resolutely refused, then lifted the gong in his hand again and struck it down with a hammer.

clang--

"I was a gong player in the village back then, and beating gongs is my specialty. I don't lack for this kind of food, so I just want to play gongs!"

As he spoke, the old man raised his hands, ready to strike the gong again.

"Okay! You control the rhythm!" Mo Yu hurriedly pressed her hand, and arranged this junior next to the band.

After finishing all this, he picked up two chopsticks, stood in front of the elderly band, raised his hands, and made a conductor gesture.

"Now, let's go again! Everyone, pay attention to the rhythm! Be sure to pay attention to the rhythm!"

Mo Wen, who was cooking not far away, stopped, took the mobile phone that was on the side, and put it down at a good angle.

He took out two earplugs and stuffed them into his ears, then turned his head and continued cooking.

A light tap with two chopsticks is a signal of preparation.

Several old people picked up the musical instruments in their hands and stared at the person in front of them.

The chopsticks slide down slowly.

The music is on!

Suddenly, the sound of gongs exploded, the sound of suonas repeated, the erhu mourned for a long time, the sound of cymbals, and the thunder of war drums.

It seems to be doing white things, but the music is very cheerful. Every old man is full of energy and is desperately tossing the instruments in his hands.

Several young people nearby listened to it for a while, and recognized the origin of this song. It was an ancient poisonous weed - Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss.

Several old people have their own skills and have not lost their tune.

That is, several people acted in their own way, and each person's rhythm is different. It is very uncomfortable to hear it!

Fortunately, this song is not long, just a few minutes.

The tortured people in the live broadcast room also sent out their own evaluations immediately.

——"It's like listening to fairy music! This is simply fairy music!"

——"I don't know how the singer who wrote this song will feel after seeing this performance!"

—— "Is there anyone who recorded the screen? I'll give you 10 minutes, I want to see it appear in the ghost animal area!"

——"Actually, if they were separated and everyone played alone, the effect would actually be very good!"

——"The problem is that you have to get together to be lively!"

——"The old people like to be lively. Didn't you see that junior? She played the gong very rhythmically!"

——"I think that old man plays the erhu well!"

——"Anchor, why don't you form a sunset red band?"

——"No need, the old people like to be lively, just host it after a while, make it into a band, and clock in to work is not so good!"

——"You can open a live broadcast room for these old people! Let them have fun while earning some money for herbal tea!"

——"By the way, why do you all like to drink herbal tea?"

——"clearing heat, relieving fire and dispelling heat, and the weather is so hot now, you can't handle it by drinking plain water!"

——"Speaking of the weather, I read in the news that Cosmos is planning to launch three weather satellites this week. For their location, press it on the map, a place the size of your thumb, do you need three weather satellites?"

——"No, he only needs to look at the neighbors to the south, north, and west."

——“Then why is he launching satellites?”

——"I don't know, I'm not their king!"

——"That's all old news for you. Just when I was about to get off work in the afternoon, Brother Xiaoma released another news! Their family and the universe country launched satellites on the same day!"

——"I heard that the big hairy boy is also going to have a shot!"

——"Universe Kingdom: This fucking is definitely here to make trouble!"

— "Did he do it on purpose or by accident?"

——"It should be intentional. The launch of our space station in China this time was too ruthless. You didn't see what happened to the stock price of Xiao Ma! If he doesn't raise the stock price, he will almost disappear!"

——"At this moment, it's time to buy the bottom!"

——"Carefully copied halfway up the mountain, the next time we meet will be on the rooftop!"

——"If you buy the bottom, it means you are locked up. If you are locked up, you will jump off the building. If you jump off the building, you will be out of print. You have no commodity value!"

The live broadcast room was noisy, and the old people under the camera picked up their instruments and continued to play.

Beside the stove, Mo Wen had already finished arranging the dishes, and just waited for these old people to stop.

I came to my brother, looked at it for a while, and asked curiously:
"Are you really going to take them out to perform?"

"Yes!"

　At the beginning of the month, ask for a few monthly tickets in the middle of the night, thank you!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)