"Mom, Dad, I'm back. ”

When he got home, Lin Musen first went to his parents' god tablet and bowed with his palms.

In front of the tablet of the god is an inconspicuous cardboard box, which contains a passbook, which contains the compensation received by his parents in the plane crash last year.

Lin Musen is a big man, his great-grandfather is the son of the big family of the magic capital, and he came to talk about a business, but the time he came was not coincidental, and he couldn't go back.

His great-grandfather, who had no family shelter and no ability, could only live up to the top of the family.

Counting up, from generation to generation, Lin Musen is already his fourth generation.

His parents wanted to go back to his grandfather's hometown to have a look. Unexpectedly, when I got on the plane and took off, I planted onions upside down in the sky above Tianlong City, fell down, and fell into the chicken coop river.

At that time, Lin Musen was already a senior and was about to graduate, so he was already working and studying, so he had no problem coping with life, and he didn't take out any student loans.

After graduation, he didn't need the money to become a soldier, he felt that it was not of great use, and he couldn't touch the money, so he didn't use the money.

Putting the backpack down, Lin Musen clicked on "Lai" to see if there was any important news, or if anyone was looking for him.

"Lai" is a social tool commonly used on Dayuan Island, similar to WeChat and QQ.

Nowadays, people don't bother to make a phone call, and they always feel that they can see it by leaving a message in "Lai".

forced Lin Musen, a "non-net insect", to also apply for an account, and added a few important groups and people.

There is really a junior Mao Anli who left a message for him.

When I opened it, there were three black lines on Lin Musen's face.

"Senior, calculate the time, you should be in your hometown. Tell you, we are on a graduation trip, and we are going to the public office near your house. Tomorrow will be around half past ten, you know the tradition of this department, famous products, famous products, don't forget to send them!"

Look at it again, there is a message below: "Thirty-four people are enough, and I have already counted the teachers." ”

"Damn, such a coincidence, where am I going to make the famous property of thirty-four people?"

Lin Musen has just finished serving as a soldier, and he hasn't been a teacher for a month!

After complaining in his heart, he left a message on "Lai":

"Got it, I'll go tomorrow",

The other party quickly responded: "There is no famous product, and everyone can have a branch of ice." ”

"Dead open!" Lin Musen responded.

Zhizi ice, in fact, is also a popsicle, and the Zhizi ice on Dayuan Island is fixed as a rectangle, with two grooves on each side.

It used to be a favorite of adults and children alike until the 60s.

Even now, everyone loves to eat, but now the affordable price is no longer available.

Lin Musen drooled at the thought of taro-flavored and red bean-flavored Zhizi Bing.

Now the Zhizi ice in Puli is the most delicious, the taste is also the most authentic, and the price is the most affordable.

"It's nerve-wracking, there are so many famous products in Fucheng. No, I have to think of a money-saving and delicious one. ”

The public hall was the place where the core figures of the Siraya tribe discussed tribal affairs in the past, and now it mainly retains the traditional Alizu sacrifice and the belief in worshipping pots.

The pot that the Sirayas worship has no fixed form, just a container for water.

Rather than saying that they worship pots, they worship water. The water represents the spiritual power of Alizu. And Alizu is their legendary magical ancestor.

Lin Musen's mother is commonly known as "Fanzai", that is, a member of the Siraya tribe. His house was bought in his mother's hometown.

In the afternoon, Lin Musen took a car to the Spirit Bone Tower, and after worshipping, he went to the nearby mountains to pick a large number of wild cat shoots.

The cat is a fern, the official name is the ditch vegetable fern, and in some places it is called the mountain phoenix.

It is a kind of wild vegetable that the Pingpu people in the south (the collective name of the aborigines of the flatland) love to eat.

When he got home, it was already dark, so he cleaned up the cat, and went out to the hardware store to buy a small lunch box, rubber band, and some vegetables.

The next day, boil the water, put in salt, cut the tender cat, blanch it in water, and divide it into 40 portions.

When making the salad dressing, he specially uses fresh milk to make an egg-free salad dressing. In order to save time in beating eggs.

Other salt, sugar, salad oils are easy to say, lemons, supermarkets are not found, can only be replaced with vinegar.

On each box of cats, he painted a smiling face on the salad to represent his sincere heart.

Forty servings of salad are done, and the time is about the same.

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"Senior, you're so stingy, what kind of dish is this?"

Mao Anli happily despised Lin Musen, he was the junior who left a message for Lin Musen.

"I despise you, come to learn the culture of the Siraya people, and I don't even know about cats. Lin Musenbi pointed in the middle.

Teacher Chen Guoqing, who led the team, came over and answered:

"Cats are a famous dish of the Pingpu people. Mu Sen, the soldier is back, everything is okay?"

Chen Guoqing is a well-known scholar who once stayed in Lanyang for a long time to do local research. He has studied the history of marine development and the development of settlements in Lanyang.

Lin Musen once helped sort out the title deed documents in his research room. Earned a lot of living expenses.

"Okay, everything is fine, thank you teacher for your concern. I'm here to sit in on today, but don't let me go. ”

Lin Musen knew that he couldn't delay his younger siblings too much, so the food was delivered to the car, so he grabbed the poster of the junior brother and followed Teacher Chen Guoqing into the public office.

There is no fixed form of the public house, and the traditional Siraya architecture is made of bamboo and thatch.

Now it's all brick unless it's retro. It looks like a land temple on the side of the road.

Han culture is about to wipe out Siraya culture.

As for the pot, it is traditionally placed on banana leaves or stone slabs, but the pot in the temple is already placed on the table of the gods.

The pot of this temple is very distinctive, and it looks particularly ancient and long.

Seeing the teacher walk over the guardrail to the side of the pot, Lin Musen did the same and stepped in.

Anyway, no one usually comes to this place, and no one will report him for being rude.

Now all the people of Sirayas have gone to believe in God, and there are few people who believe in Alizu. In the early days, the Siraya people were not happy to admit that they were "Fanzai".

There aren't many people who usually come, and probably only the person in charge of the temple will come and take care of it.

The younger siblings gathered around, and notebooks and various recording devices came into line.

Lin Musen knew that the younger siblings had to publish what they were studying today in the evening, so that people with big nerves could relax.

was leisurely looking at the serious appearance of the younger siblings, and suddenly Lin Musen felt that something was wrong, why the younger siblings couldn't stand well, and kept shaking.

Before Lin Musen's thinking could react, Teacher Chen Guoqing's anxious voice came:

"Earthquake, the exit of the door, the far away from the door first cover on the spot. ”

Lin Musen was trying to hide under the sacrificial table and take cover on the spot, but the sacrificial pot beside him had already fallen down, and he didn't react at all when he was half-squatting.

The sacrificial pot smashed on his head.

The pot was very big, but it was not strong, and Lin Musen was bleeding on the spot, but at this time, no one noticed him.

Lin Musen was not in the mood to worry about others, he was shaken, and he felt that he had never encountered such a big earthquake.

When the sacrificial pot broke, he felt a worm burrow into his head, which made his scalp tingle and almost scream.

Finally, he subconsciously remembered that he was a senior and had to maintain his dignity in front of a group of juniors, so he resisted the urge to scream.

He soon realizes that something is wrong, and another world appears in his mind.

At the center of the world is a small pot surrounded by a faint white energy that is entering the pot and turning into red energy.

"What is this?"

As soon as Lin Musen had this thought, a wave of energy suddenly entered his body and dispersed.

Eventually, his head gets the most energy.

He felt a tingling sensation in his head, where he had been hit by the sacrificial pot just now.

What the hell is going on?

What are these white mists?

What's going on with this little pot in front of you?

How the white mist keeps entering the pot and turns into a red liquid. He could feel that the little pot was hungry at this time.

Lin Musen was full of doubts, and finally couldn't help but shout loudly: "Stop!"

The earthquake stopped at the right time, and the small pot in his brain seemed to feel Lin Musen's will, and stopped the behavior of quickly absorbing the white mist.

"Senior, I admire you, you are the first person who can stop the earthquake. ”

Mao Anli is such a foolish person.