It was about four o'clock in the afternoon, and there were already many fewer tourists on the road, although there was an opening ceremony on the first day of the festival, which attracted more tourists. But in the end, it is the day of work, and there are still a day or two before the real May Day holiday, and the flow of people has not yet reached its peak. Coupled with the fact that local and nearby tourists have begun to leave the venue and are ready to rush home before the evening rush hour, this one is missing a large number of people.

All of a sudden, the shore of White Horse Lake, which was originally crowded with people, seemed a little sparse. Zhang Dadao left Paine and his gang and wandered around the venue. What this anime festival is, he has some understanding at this point. This is a place where some guys who are fascinated by watching cartoons meet. Zhang Dadao also saw a few cos gourd babies and black cat sheriffs before.

"It's always an anime and an anime, and I thought it was a different kind of thing, but it turned out to be a cartoon!

Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up, and he swayed in the direction they came, and when he was shaking, he saw a small cart stall, and the shed with the sun on it had a roof with an eaves, and lanterns were hung at the corners of the eaves. At this time, there was no one in front of the stall, so Zhang Dadao came over, and behind the stall was a boy with red hair and a turban, wearing a blue dress and an apron. Zhang Dadao approached, looked at the tools in the stall with some curiosity, scratched his chin and asked:

"Boss, what are you selling for food?"

"Welcome to Xingping Hotel! This is a crepe, have you seen "A Certain Cannon", it's the one that Sister Cannon eats! Sell two and get a key pendant! It's only 10 yuan a piece!" The boss is not very old, and he is eighteen years old, and he should be a high school student, but he has set up a stall here.

Zhang Dadao took out a plastic bag from his arms, with an advertisement for a supermarket printed on it, and took out ten yuan from the plastic bag with a buckle and rope, handed it over, and said, "Let's try it first? Who are you dressed as a cos? Look at this stall, it's professional enough!"

The boy inside nodded and said, "That must be professional, have you heard of "The Spirit of the Halberd"? I'm the protagonist Kohei Soma! Mix and match the food of "A Certain Cannon", hehe, this stall was brought last year, and the ramen stall smashed by the anti-Japanese parade in the university town, I took advantage of the chaos! It's also very easy to use under tinkering. ”

"Eh?" Zhang Dadao took the cake rolled into a triangle, took a bite, only to feel a milky fragrance mixed with the smell of vegetables and fruits into his mouth, stuffed food in his mouth and said a little vaguely: "Listen to this meaning, you have a hard time." ”

The boss smiled: "What's so difficult, self-reliance! It's actually quite easy to make money by setting up a stall in the university town, but you have to hide from the city management!"

"You don't have to go to school?" Zhang Dadao saw that the boss was not very old, and asked curiously. As far as he knew, it seemed that everyone outside was going to school until they were in their 20s. As soon as he thought of this, Zhang Dadao couldn't help but shudder. According to the saying of "unsuccessful students", sitting for more than ten hours a day and not being able to move is simply a fatal thing.

The boss smiled and said, "Rural children, poor reading." After graduating from junior high school, I came out to work, and it's been two or three years!"

"Eh?" Zhang Dadao's eyes lit up and asked, "You haven't graduated from junior high school yet, where did you get your ID card? Who dares to use you!"

Asking like this, Zhang Dadao's eyes were also full of heat, and he kept muttering in his heart: [Dao Ye is lucky! ID card, ID card, ID card ......]

For the pursuit of ID cards, Zhang Dadao was a little crazy. In his opinion, if there is any change in his ID card, he may be arrested and returned to the Seventh Hospital, and he can't buy tickets or air tickets, so he can't run too far. But once you have your ID card, even if you go back to the Seventh Courtyard to go around, as long as you can't prove that you are Zhang Dadao who they have stopped somewhere, Zhang Dadao can easily leave.

In the end, the Seventh Hospital is a hospital, not a police station, and does not have the power to forcibly restrict the freedom of others.

Zhang Dadao asked, the boss was a little stunned, thought about it and said: "This is simple, we are a small rural place, everyone is familiar with it, and you can do it in advance if you find the police station to change your age." A lot of ** people take out real ID cards, that's how they do it!"

Zhang Dadao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly whispered: "Dude, do you know someone, can you get me an ID card?"

The boss was startled, waved his hand again and again, and said, "I don't know, I don't know! Friend, what are you doing here? I'll sell cakes!"

"What's so bad about the cake sellers? The one who sells baked cakes at the entrance of the Xuejun has all driven a BMW!" Suddenly, a voice came, and a boy in a white robe, looking like a yukata and wanting to pajamas, came over, and put one hand on the stall. He held a silver wig in his hand and a wooden knife with the words "Lake Toya" written on the hilt.

The boss was also stunned, and hurriedly said, "Uncle Yin, do you want a crepe?"

The boy exhaled and said, "I'm going to cos Ah Yin, and now that the wigs have been removed, can I have a good chat?"

"Drugged?" Zhang Dadao was stunned, tasted the taste in his mouth, shook his head slightly, and said, "Judging from my years of experience in taking medicine, there is no medicine here?"

The "silver" and the boss looked at each other and laughed together. The "silver" laughed for a while, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said: "I just said that I look at you familiarly, you are the little Taoist priest of Zhejiang University, right? I heard that your fortune telling is very accurate? ”

"I'm Zhang Dadao, Zheng Wen, what are you studying?" Zhang Dadao asked casually.

"Museums, artifacts and museums. Unpopular majors, our school is a junior college, and it will be difficult to find employment in the future!" Zheng Wen said with a smile.

The boss inside saw that Zhang Dadao and Zheng Wen were chatting, but he gradually stopped talking. He was also frightened by Zhang Dadao's words to apply for an ID card. Zheng Wen didn't hear that, but he still chatted with Zhang Dadao energetically.

Zhang Dadao had listened to Lao Bangzi's class, and thought that he also had some research on antiques, and now he met a professional counterpart who was planning to communicate for a while. When Zheng Wen got the cake, the two of them were eating the cake while strolling around, Xu felt that after chatting for a while, it was a little familiar, Zheng Wencai suddenly asked: "I heard that you are very accurate in fortune-telling?

Zhang Dadao was stunned when he heard this, his eyes were dilute, and he saw a groundhog standing in front of him, and his eyes flashed with thieves.