"Uncle, this sweet potato looks good and very fresh."

"Can you please both of us? We traveled thousands of miles to Dianchi Lake, and we hadn't had time to eat anything yet. We are so hungry now."

At the doorstep of a family at the east end of the big fishing village.

Huang Bai and Ye Weiyang were singing and talking with an old man in his fifties, all of whom were looking at the few sweet potatoes with mud on his doorstep.

He Zishan stood behind the two of them with her head down, looking at her feet, embarrassed to speak.

The little girl is still thin in every family, so it is really a bit difficult to make her beg for food from house to house.

But for Huang Bai, who struggled from the bottom, and Ye Weiyang, an uncle who was in his thirties in his previous life, there was nothing to be embarrassed about this.

Their faces combined are thicker than the Great Wall.

However, the villagers who originally thought they would be easy to talk to, did not give them a few sweet potatoes.

According to Huang Bai's idea, as soon as he made a plea, the old man should have agreed to it in one bite, stuffed a few sweet potatoes into his arms, and continued to give him some other ingredients, and even enthusiastically invited him to stay for dinner.

It’s not that he is boasting. Huang Bai thinks that his face is unobstructed in China and that it should be no problem for him to be popular in Na Na. From teenagers to 50 or 60-year-olds, he should be very familiar with him and easy to talk to.

But unexpectedly, the old man actually rejected Huang Bai with a cold look on his face.

"You can want these sweet potatoes, but you have to exchange them for something."

"Ah?" Huang Bai rubbed his hands with a smile on his face, and said embarrassedly. "Uncle, we came out in a hurry and didn't bring anything. There is really nothing to change, otherwise I'll sign you?"

It seemed that this bargaining chip was not enough, Huang Bai pulled Ye Weiyang again: "If it doesn't work, plus Xiao Ye's signature. Xiao Ye is so popular now. Young people like to listen to their band's songs the most. A signature is worth a lot of money."

The old man looked up and down at Ye Weiyang and shook his head: "No, what's the use of signature?"

"Otherwise, you are all big stars. If you perform a show for me, I will give you a few sweet potatoes, plus some freshly picked sweet potato leaves. How about it?"

Well, Huang Bai and Ye Weiyang looked at each other and immediately understood.

I'm afraid the program team has colluded with the villagers in the village in advance, just to make things difficult for them.

The two of them turned their heads together and looked at He Zishan.

He Zishan looked at them in surprise, immediately reacted and waved her hands repeatedly: "I can't do it, really can't..."

Huang Bai smiled, grabbed He Zishan and persuaded him: "Xiao He, look, Brother Bai, I am an actor, I can't show you how to act for the jungler, right?"

"Which Weiyang is also a singer, he is a band player after all, and he pays attention to teamwork. Without the band members, he still doesn't perform well enough."

"But you are different. You are a professional solo singer. You can do it, trust yourself!"

He Zishan, who looks weak and pitiful and helpless, still has thin arms that can't resist her thighs. Under Huang Bai's "passionate" persuasion, she sang a song "Moon" by Zhang Qiang, a famous queen of the 1990s.

Not to mention, even if it was a cappella, He Zishan's singing was still so nice. She successfully exchanged sweet potatoes and sweet potato leaves from the old man.

Well, you have got the staple food and one dish.

But Huang Bai and Ye Weiyang's goals are far more than that.

They have to have at least two more meals today. It is impossible to eat sweet potatoes and vegetables and leaves all of them, and these sweet potatoes are not enough for two meals.

The begging journey will continue.

Ye Weiyang and Huang Bai, clamped the reluctant He Zishan on the left and right, and began to visit each other from house to house in the village.

However, not every family has something to change. They knocked on the doors of four or five consecutive days, and then exchanged a song from a villager for a big fish weighing three or four pounds. I heard that they were caught in Dianchi Lake, which is based on local materials.

From the east end of the village, we walked all the way to the west end of the village. More than a dozen families went to the house. Ye Weiyang and He Zishan took turns singing, and Huang Bai also performed a few sketches. Only then did he get enough ingredients for two meals, including fish, meat, vegetables, and even a soup.

The three of them carried large and small bags of things. At noon on the sun, under the big banyan tree at the west end of the village, they satisfactorily counted the ingredients and prepared to go home.

"Hey, I haven't noticed it before. It turns out that we can support ourselves when we go out to the streets to sell arts and buy vegetables." Huang Bai proudly admired the "trophy" and was in a very good mood.

The three of them were chattering about these ingredients, discussing what dishes to cook for a while.

At this moment, in an old house at the edge of the west end of the village, an old man whose hair had turned white and had to rely on crutches to walk, opened the door and walked hard, walked towards the banyan tree.

Seeing this scene, He Zishan immediately walked up to support the old man and said with some concern, "Grandpa, you are so old, you have to be careful. If you fall down, it will be troublesome. What about your young man?"

The old man, who had only a few teeth, narrowed his eyes and looked at He Zishan a few times, shook his head and said calmly, "Nothing is done, nothing is done."

"Uncle San! Didn't I ask you to wait for me!"

On the dirt road at the entrance of the village, an uncle in his thirties was jogging here, running while complaining constantly.

More than ten seconds later, he ran to He Zishan with a strong breath and took over the old man, "Uncle San, you are old and can't run around alone. My mother said that if you want to go to the entrance of the village to enjoy the cool air in the future, I have to let me accompany you."

The uncle supported the old man and walked towards the shade under the banyan tree.

He Zishan looked at their backs, shook her head in confusion, turned around and continued to participate in Huang Bai and Ye Weiyang's discussion on lunch meals, and continued to fight for her braised pork.

After a while, the uncle helped the old man sit down under the banyan tree, then jogged over again and thanked He Zishan: "Thank you for helping my third uncle. He is old and a little stubborn. The doctor advised him to rest more and he still had to run to the village entrance every day."

He Zishan waved her hand and said indifferently: "It's okay, it's a good job."

"But the old man is really not suitable for walking alone, and the dirt roads in your village are bumpy. If you fall, the consequences will be very serious."

The uncle patted his thighs with annoyance and said helplessly: "We have advised my third uncle, but he didn't listen. He still sat at the entrance of the village every day and was not willing to go home until the evening."

"Why?" He Zishan looked at the old man in the distance with a crutch, and asked in confusion.

What makes this old man sit at the entrance of the village every day?

Waiting for someone?

The first thought of He Zishan was the left-behind old man. Maybe this old man was just a left-behind old man. Is he missing his children at the entrance of the village?

Waiting for his children to come home to see him?

"This matter is a long story..." The uncle sighed and sat down with some melancholy.
Chapter completed!