Who is the most popular in the world?

Heroes?

Not necessarily.

But people all over the world love a man, the green Franklin.

That is, the convenience of Beria is the franc area, but the question of which is more valuable than a hundred francs and a hundred dollars is that even a fool can answer clearly and accurately.

Since the expedition began working, the ability to spend has plummeted.

This has been a bit of a disappointment for a lot of people. However, Xing Jie has become the most popular 'foreign friend' in the entire Zomai Town.

This man is generous and well-informed.

Not to mention being kind, there are also good cooking skills.

Some time ago, because I was hungry and wanted to eat braised pork, I showed my hand, and the result was that the Zomai people, who were used to eating barbecue, completely broke out their yearning for Chinese cooking. So, after a few cooking classes, the smell of stewed meat that Xing Jie was familiar with finally wafted out of the kitchen of Zuomai people.

The braised pork is served with Funio rice, and although it tastes weird, it tastes quite delicious. This simple rice bowl not only made Basang eat very happily, but also made his grandfather, who was suffering from homesickness, very satisfied.

"Mr. Xing Jie, your cooking skills are so good, can you help us go to the public fish banquet the day after tomorrow? We Zuomai catch more fish every year than in Kao Town, but it is not as delicious as what they cook, so we have not won the title of first place for several years. So much so that the most productive stretch of the river is always occupied by the town of Kao. If I can win the first place, how about I leave the brewing method of Qingjin fruit wine to you?"

"Deal, I'll let the judges know what real cooking is. Xing Jie said with a smile on his face.

Oh my God, people here eat fish except for grilling or stewing, and they only add that natural green gold fruit to it, and there is no other change at all. Although these catches are delicious even when eaten raw, they are still much worse than the eating methods of the Big Foodie Empire. If you want to win against these guys who have never seen the world, can't you just stretch your hand?

For Xing Jie's unprofessionalism, Clara and they are also drunk. How can any treasure hunter at the top of the hierarchy not look for treasure, but instead participate in a cooking contest that is not in the limelight? Wouldn't it be good to have the time to study more local myths and legends? Everyone has been here for nearly a week, and they haven't found even a clue.

It's a bit of a shame.

What Clara thinks, Xing Jie doesn't care.

It was not difficult to win the championship, and there were several special cooking methods in the Chinese kitchen that made the judges almost swallow their tongues. Especially after Xing Jie taught everyone the cooking method for free in the end, his popularity and fame have even surpassed that of the mayor of Zomai Town.

While the mayor of the town and the mayor of Kao redraw the boundaries of the river, the mayor's son, Mir, comes to Xing Jie's side.

"Jay, that's amazing. You're my idol. I think I'm in love with China. After my coming-of-age ceremony, I will definitely study in China. Mill said with a smile.

"But if you go, you'll have to learn to endure the heat. Xing Jie looked at Mir with an excited face, and involuntarily said a stalk. As for whether Mir understands or not, whether he can figure out where there is anything hotter than Zuo Mai is not a matter of concern to Xing Jie.

"By the way, yesterday I heard the legend of the British looking for some god, have you heard of the legendary Golden Mountain?"

"What Golden Mountain?"

"It is the one who, when there is darkness in the middle of the day, pursues the subtle light through the pupils of the gods, and sees that the golden mountain of the gods hangs upside down between heaven and earth, and only the strongest and most fearless warriors can step into it, receive the blessings of the gods, and become a member of the gods. ”

"Oh yes, I've heard it, but Monrovia is talking about the garden of the gods. Anyway, this story seems to have been passed down from you, Mir, has anyone gone to the gods?"

"How is that possible? It's just a story, and I looked north during the eclipse, and nothing happened. ”

Mir shrugged his shoulders and said nonchalantly.

He feels good about himself, and he's not one of those uneducated idiots. In his mind, this story is a story made up by mothers to coax those little children, and whoever believes them is stupid.

And this story can be said to be a household name in the whole of West Africa, and it is basically about the same as the popularity of the myth that God created man, so no one takes it seriously.

Xing Jie also felt that it was not a big deal, he believed that the treasure hunters who had already made the preparations in great detail had definitely heard this story, after all, Xing Jie had heard this story when he was wandering around Monrovia and Gbangka. Even in bookstores in Monrovia, those children's books have the story printed on them.

The only difference is that there are no pupils of gods in the legends of other places except here.

What is this?

Is it those bluestone eyes?

But in both English and Libya's native dialect, eyes and pupils are two words with completely different meanings, and a modern Liberian with a high school education like Mir would never be confused by these two words.

What kind of thing is a god Xing Jie knows it, but what does the pupils of a god mean?

Do you have to cut open the bluestone eye in your hand?

Even myths and legends don't have such heavy stories, right?

Xing Jie muttered his pupils all the way while thinking. I couldn't figure out what was going on, which made him feel very unhappy with some slight obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"God's pupils, you can't have heard the legend of the Golden Mountain, have you?" said an old voice with a smile.

It is the sacrifice of Doe in the town of Zomai, and this year the town grabbed the best section of the river, so this year's catch will be more abundant, and after having money, the children in the town can also get better medical care and education. This made Doe and the mayor happy in their hearts.

And all this was brought about by this Chinese man in front of him.

This man named Xing Jie is very interesting.

"Mir told me the original story of the Golden Mountain, and I still can't figure out what the pupils of a god are. I just wanted to ask for clarification, but this kid didn't know where to go. Xing Jie shrugged his shoulders and said.

Doe, on the other hand, looked at Xing Jie with a smile and shook his head after a while.

"The pupils of the gods, that's it. But you can just listen to the legend of the Golden Mountain, and don't believe it, because I also looked for it back then, but there is no clue at all. After Doe finished speaking, he took out a necklace made of various gemstones from his neck, and took out a diamond carefully polished into a diamond shape and put it in Xing Jie's hand.

Xing Jie smiled and nodded, holding the gem tightly in his hand. He finally understood why the sacrifices of the past dynasties had not found the Golden Mountain.

That's because they're using the wrong method, and they're using the wrong key.

The pupils of the gods actually refer to something else, and the shape of this thing is basically the same as this gem.

Including styling and transparency.