After re-burying the sow's arched pit, Ma Fenghou also led the monkeys on the way home. Although there was no Chen Ergou present to organize www.biquge.info pen & fun & pavilion, the monkeys still walked back in a crooked line, almost shouting "one, two, one" in their mouths.

At this moment, outside Qingyunguan, people who have been making a lot of noise for a day have also packed up their things and gone down the mountain, some need to stay in Chenjia Village, and then go up the mountain tomorrow to continue working, and some will leave directly, and it is estimated that they will never return to this poor ravine in this life. The world is bustling, all for profit, who can avoid vulgarity?

Monsieur Rousseau is one of them, a Frenchman from the very least, who has been commissioned by the Order, to go around here, to complete his mission successfully, and to prepare to leave in the company of some official personnel.

Suddenly, a black thing suddenly flew over, Rousseau was middle-aged, with a big belly, and he was already incapacitated, and where could he hide, but he slapped his head.

It was not a light smash, and Rousseau held his Mediterranean head and spun in circles. The escorts were in chaos for a while, and if they smashed the foreign guests into a concussion or something, who could afford to be responsible!

Some people supported Monsieur Rousseau, and some people found the culprit, and immediately pointed to the grinning monkey not far away and shouted: "Catch it, it was this monkey who threw things just now!" ”

Chen Ergou was also talking to a group of reporters in the crowd, mainly telling about how he discovered the secret base, and when he heard that something happened here, he didn't care about bragging, and hurriedly ran to Ma Fenghou's side: "Master Monkey, tell you not to throw things, what if you hit a child--what if you hit a foreign guest?" ”

Ma Fenghou waved his little paw at him, which means: hurry up and cool off.

Xiao Qi, who was standing next to Ma Fenghou, also vividly helped Brother Monkey: "This is a gift from Brother Monkey to the crooked nuts!" ”

What are you afraid of, the monkeys in this temple are more powerful than the monks in the Shaolin Temple - in the crowd, an old policeman twitched in his heart, he was the old policeman who accompanied the Torii Komatsu delegation last time, and he deeply understood the barbaric style of the monkeys here.

During the day, the wind was calm, and he couldn't see the monkey, he thought it was okay, and he was secretly happy for a while, but he didn't expect the monkeys to wait here with their big moves.

Especially the murder weapon that smashed the foreign guests, it was a black mess, looking like a land mine, fortunately it didn't explode, if it killed the characters in the anti-fascist alliance organization, it would definitely be a terrorist ~ attack that caused a sensation in the world.

Back then, in Sarajevo, a bullet from Princip sparked World War I. Does the monkey on this mountain also want to use this kind of action to pay tribute to their predecessors?

The old policeman was so confused that he thought of a lot, but he didn't follow the order and forcibly came out: the monkeys in the mountains are not easy to mess with, whoever wants to go up!

At this time, Monsieur Rousseau also sobered up from the blindfold, and immediately began to shout angrily in his mouth, to hell with all the gentlemanly manners of bullshit.

Listening to the nature of the incident, the turning over turned over and became more and more serious, and the interpreter was also anxious, and finally he didn't care about any diplomatic etiquette, and yelled at Rousseau: "That monkey just threw something at you!" ”

Monsieur Rousseau immediately stopped shouting, and was visibly stunned for a moment: when I used to speak, someone threw leather shoes below, and even the monkeys here know my reputation?

After glancing at the monkey, he immediately felt a little different: he was wearing a loose robe, and the most important thing was that at the moment of eye contact with the monkey, he actually had the illusion that he was communicating with someone, and even read a mischievous taste from the other person's gaze.

It's strange, Rousseau couldn't help but scratch the slippery place on the top of his head, where the hair was probably caught by him: it is said that the ancient East is a magical place, and I used to read an Oriental book "TheMonkeyKing", in which there is a monkey king with great powers, and there was a fight between heaven and God.

At this time, Xiao Qi walked over with her little short legs, and the staff around her saw that she was a little girl, so they didn't stop her. It wasn't until Xiao Qi picked up a black bulging thing from the ground that the group became nervous: wouldn't it be that they were going to give it to the foreign guests again?

Animals and children are the existence that even Hollywood directors are deeply in awe!

"This is a gift from Brother Monkey." Xiao Qi said crisply in his mouth, and wrinkled his little nose, probably a little unable to stand the breath emitted by this thing.

It turned out to be a gift for a foreign friend - those staff members were secretly relieved, but this way of giving gifts was not too rough.

If you think about the gift giving it to a monkey, it's understandable.

After listening to the interpreter's words relayed by Xiao Qi, a smile also appeared on Mr. Rousseau's face. The French are very fond of animals, and this can be seen in the films they make, there are many classic animal movies.

So he stretched out his hands and bent down to take the lump of things that Xiao Qi handed over: "Thank you and your animal companion, that magical monkey." ”

In his mind, what can a monkey give, bananas? This thing in front of me is not even a banana - wait, how can it smell a wonderful smell -

Under the gaze of everyone, I saw that Monsieur Rousseau closed his eyes slightly, put the black thing in his hand under his nose, and sniffed affectionately, he was so devoted, so intoxicated, like a bee smelling flowers, and like a big bear smelling a beehive......

The staff next to him couldn't suppress their curiosity, quietly stuck their heads over, and then took a deep nose. As a result, the extremely strange smell of musk deer, honey and honey, made him feel uncomfortable for a while, and he sneezed hard.

Monsieur Rousseau, too, awoke from his intoxication, and began to examine the lump in his hand: it could not be mistaken, the smell, and the familiar scales of the appearance, that he knew it was a black truffle without even cutting it. Judging by the moist soil on top of it, it must have just been dug out of the ground, and it was absolutely fresh.

Do you want to taste truffles here, Mr. Rousseau has already made a decision in his mind. Well, the main thing is that the strong aroma of this truffle has seduced him so much that he can't bear it.

But truffles are the most precious ingredient, and this gift is simply too valuable. After thinking for a while, Rousseau still took out his wallet from his pocket, took out two banknotes, and slapped them on Xiao Qi's palm: "This is what you and your friends deserve." ”

The people around couldn't help but widen their eyes: the euro is still the largest face value of 500 euros, and two is a thousand euros, this foreigner is really rich!

In fact, this is not the case, for a high-end ingredient like truffles, which is more expensive than gold, it is normal to auction a few hundred or thousands of euros.

You can't just ask for money from foreign guests, it's very embarrassing, and it's also a shame for the whole country -- among the staff, many people want to give Xiao Qi a good lesson in patriotic education.

In their eager eyes, Xiao Qi shook his pigtails: "I don't want this money-"

Attaboy! The more the staff looked at it, the more they thought this little girl was cute: what a good boy who could withstand the temptation of the euro and was determined!

As a result, before Xiao Qi finished speaking, she took another step and ran to the monkey: "Brother Monkey, this money is yours!" ”

After speaking, he pointed to the number 500 on the top and muttered in a low voice: "Brother Monkey, let me tell you, it seems that the biggest banknote is 100 yuan, will these two be fake?" ”

Of course, Ma Fenghou knew the euro, so he patted the back of the little girl's hand, and then walked towards Rousseau. That's right, just walk over, two hind legs on the ground, although limping, look a little laughing.

"Monsieur Rousseau—" The staff became nervous again, what if they scratched the foreign guests?

But Rousseau didn't care at all, and opened his arms pretendingly: "Do you need a hug, my animal companion?" ”

It's okay for you to give me stinky feet—Marquis Ma Feng grinned, and then stretched out his little paw towards Rousseau.

"Oh, a handshake is the most common etiquette in the world, it means that we don't have weapons in our hands, we are friends." Rousseau deliberately fussed and exclaimed, his expression was very exaggerated, in fact, it was to hide the panic in his heart: if you are really scratched by a monkey a few times, no one will call the shots for you when you find the United Nations!

Ma Fenghou was annoyed when he saw this guy's exaggerated acting skills, jumped up and stuffed the two banknotes back into the other party's pockets, and then beckoned his little paw at Chen Ergou. Just now, Xiao Qi was already dragging Chen Ergou and muttering, conveying the general meaning of Brother Monkey.

What the hell? Sell this earthen egg to the crooked nut kernel - Chen Ergou's brain melon was a little insufficient for a while, but the master's order was difficult to disobey, so he still went over to communicate with Mr. Rousseau and left each other's contact information.

During this time, Brother Ergou faintly had a tendency to become an Internet celebrity, so Ma Fenghou handed over the fruit machine he got from Torii Komatsu to Chen Ergou to use. The only trouble is that every time I use it, I have to go to Chenjiazhuang, and there is really no signal in the mountains!

During the conversation, Mr. Rousseau was obviously a little absent-minded, and his eyes were always glancing at the monkey, so that Chen Ergou didn't pay much attention to what he said to him.

Finally, Qingyunguan became clean again, and Ma Fenghou chirped crookedly in his mouth to command the monkeys, picking up the garbage on the ground, and scolded in his heart: A group of garbage makers, we have to help the monkeys in the mountains wipe your buttocks-

As a result, this scene was filmed by a reporter who did not leave for a long time, and then it was transmitted to the Internet, which sparked a heated discussion.

Besides, after Rousseau returned to the provincial capital that night, he made a special call to a friend who ran a French restaurant here, and then went to visit.

The restaurant is very high-grade, quite authentic, and has a lot of fame in the local area, of course, the fame is only spread among a small number of people, because for the general public, the consumption level of this restaurant is a bit high.

To the soothing sound of the piano, two old friends sat opposite each other, a bottle of red wine and a foie gras, which was enough. Oh, and that's not enough, there are still two empty plates on the table.

Mr. Rousseau's old friend, surnamed Martin, wiped the corners of his mouth, then raised his glass to Rousseau: "My dear friend, thank you for the truffles you have brought me. It smells of home, reminds me of the tranquility of country life in Périgord—"

In France, the largest truffle producer is Provence, but the Périgord truffle is the most prized by French gourmets. Martin's hometown is this area, and he thinks that it is an old friend who has traveled thousands of miles to bring him truffles from his hometown, and this affection really touches him.

"No, old friend, this truffle was given to me by a monkey when I went to a place called Monkey Mountain today." There was a hint of evil smile on the corner of Rousseau's mouth, he didn't say it in advance, he just wanted to see the joke of his old friend, and by the way, he asked the other party to help him verify the level of the truffle, and now it seems that the effect of both is very good.

When--Martin's wine glass fell off the table.