How did hiring someone to press a pig image during Chinese New Year become a top trend?

The live stream audience was laughing hysterically.

The number of online users is soaring.

26... 28...

[ID Motion Sickness Patient]: Blogger, I threw up, really, I got motion sickness from watching the live stream.

[ID Agriculture Heavy Metal]: This is a real convertible sports car! 360-degree panoramic sunroof! Natural wind air conditioning!

[ID Wants to Sit in the Passenger Seat]: Xu An, are you hiring for the passenger seat? I can sniffle.

The car drove for more than half an hour.

Finally, we got onto the asphalt road.

The view ahead opened up.

The famous "Hongqi Farmers Market" in Huixian.

right in front of you.

This is not the kind of supermarket with fancy shelves.

This is an open-air market filled with the sounds of vendors hawking their wares.

Xu An found a corner to park his car.

Carefully peel off those layers of tape.

There was some glue on the back of the phone.

He wiped his hands on his military overcoat.

Nothing.

It still works.

Xu An held up his phone.

I walked into the bustling crowd.

A wave of heat hit me.

The smell of oil fumes from frying dough sticks.

The fishy smell from the fresh food section.

The sweetness of roasted sweet potatoes.

There was also the noise of haggling.

Mixed together.

That's called popularity.

Xu An's social anxiety radar went off twice in an instant.

But he glanced around.

Everyone is busy buying and selling vegetables.

No one noticed the young man in the old coat holding his phone.

This feeling of being ignored.

This relieved Xu An.

"that……"

Xu An spoke softly into the camera.

"Let's go buy tofu first."

"Grandpa said the tofu from Granny Wang's shop at the south end is the best."

He followed the flow of people.

They squeezed to the southernmost part of the market.

really.

In front of an inconspicuous stall.

Several slabs of steaming hot tofu were laid out.

The stall owner was an elderly woman with gray hair.

She was wearing a dark blue cotton-padded jacket.

She was wearing fingerless gloves.

He was holding a spatula and cutting tofu for the customer in front of him.

Xu An obediently stood at the end of the line.

He didn't interrupt.

Just wait there.

The older woman in front of me finished buying and left.

It was Xu An's turn.

"aunt."

"Buy tofu."

"Two trays, please."

Aunt Wang raised her head.

Those somewhat cloudy eyes looked at Xu An.

I glanced at the phone he was holding up.

Unlike other internet celebrities, she didn't show any surprise.

In her world.

This is a young man who loves playing on his phone.

"Two boards?"

The old lady's voice was a little hoarse.

"Young man, is something wrong at home?"

"Two slabs of tofu is quite a lot."

"It must weigh about twenty or thirty pounds."

Xu An nodded.

"Um."

"We have guests at home."

"Build a house."

"There are many people."

Upon hearing this, the old woman...

A smile appeared on his face.

That's a kind of goodwill that's unique to rural people when they hear good news.

"Building a house is a good idea."

"Building a house is a big deal."

"Then I'll pick out two good ones for you, ma'am."

The old woman bent down.

From the insulated box below.

Bring out two slabs of tofu that haven't been cut yet.

The heat fogged up her glasses.

"This board has twelve pieces."

"Two boards, twenty-four."

"You're a big spender."

"Should we give it to No. 22 Middle School?"

Xu An was stunned for a moment.

Twenty-two?

This is a huge slab of tofu.

Enough for thirty big men to eat one meal.

Only eleven yuan?

If this were in the city...

A plate of Mapo Tofu costs 28 yuan.

Xu An instinctively reached for his phone to pay.

But then he suddenly remembered something.

That's an instinct ingrained in your bones, an instinct you haven't yet adapted to as a millionaire.

"aunt."

"that……"

"The edges of this tofu are a bit broken."

"Could you give me two more pieces of bean curd skin?"

In the live stream room.

Hundreds of thousands of netizens watched this scene.

They were all dumbfounded.

[ID: Human Sober]: Did I hear that right? A streamer worth millions is haggling over two pieces of bean curd skin?

[ID: I'm so jealous]: This old lady has already given you two yuan worth of bean curd sheets! And you still want more?

[ID Xu An's Wallet]: I feel wronged for those three million.

The old lady wasn't angry.

He happily took a handful of bean curd sheets.

I grabbed a handful.

Stuff it into the bag.

"middle!"

"Take this and eat it!"

"It's a good thing that young people know how to save money."

"Unlike my rascal."

"All you do is play video games."

Xu An took the heavy bag.

The rich aroma of soybeans.

"Thank you, ma'am."

He took out his phone.

Scan the QR code.

Enter the amount.

But he didn't lose by twenty-two.

He lost fifty.

"bite--"

"Payment received via WeChat: 50 yuan."

That cold, mechanical female voice.

It rang out in the bustling market.

The old woman was stunned.

Hurry up and grab Xu An's sleeve.

"My child!"

"You typed it wrong!"

"That's fifty!"

"Tofu is only twenty-two!"

Xu An shrank back a little.

He smiled.

He flashed a bright white smile.

"It's alright, ma'am."

"It's cold."

"Sell your goods quickly so you can go home and warm up."

"The rest."

"Keep it."

"I'll come back to buy again next time."

Done.

Xu An was carrying two large slabs of tofu.

Like a slippery loach.

They disappeared into the crowd.

Only the old woman remained standing in front of the stall.

Holding a shovel.

Looking at that figure in the old military overcoat from behind.

Muttering to himself:

"Whose child is this?"

"How come you're so sensible?"

In the live stream room.

The comments section was initially filled with complaints about Xu An being stingy.

It froze for a second.

then.

It's flooding the screen like crazy.

[ID: Crybaby]: I want to cry. Seriously. I was laughing at his stinginess in the first half, but then I just burst into tears in the second half.

[ID: I've been killing fish at RT-Mart for ten years]: It's cold, go home early. These words are more heartwarming than sending ten rockets.

[An hater of ID Xu An]: This damn plot twist! This damn gentleness! I'm a fan now!

[ID Following List +1]: Followers surpassed 195 million! Guys, let's go! Let's get him past 200 million!

Xu An had no idea what was happening in the live stream.

He was carrying a bag of tofu.

They squeezed towards the pork stall.

He was still making plans in his mind.

Fifty yuan.

Did we give too much?

That's the price of two slabs of tofu plus one slab.

Wasteful.

That's such a waste of money.

Xu An shook his head.

When I decided to buy meat later.

We must ask Uncle Liu to add two more pork bones.

Otherwise, in my heart...

I can't get over this hurdle.

Just then.

A bald, burly man wearing a leather apron and holding a boning knife.

I saw Xu An from a great distance.

That's Lao Liu, the butcher.

Old Liu's eyes widened.

His loud voice sounded like a broken gong.

"Ouch!"

"Isn't that so-and-so?"

"That big internet celebrity!"

"Xu An?"

That shout.

It has extremely strong penetrating power.

The once bustling market.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

Hundreds of eyes.

The elderly women, the elderly men, the young wives, and the vegetable vendors.

It happened in a flash.

All eyes were on Xu An.

Xu An was just pondering the heart of the pig bone.

moment.

It paused for half a beat.

He was carrying tofu.

Standing in the center of the crowd.

I felt an even more terrifying sense of oppression than when I was facing the excavator.

It’s over.

It's been exposed.

Now.

Let alone pork bones.

Will we be able to leave this market unscathed?

All of these are problems.